The mechanical countdown sounded softly in his ears, and his chaotic consciousness gradually awakened, and the strength in his body seemed to be drained. The bone marrow was crushed by the air pressure, the sweet and fishy smell mixed with engine oil exploded in the white blood cells, and a piece of blood foam was coughed up in the chest. Shen Ling smiled lightly, and his joints made a snapping sound.
Greedy like being rescued from the deep sea, Shen Ling's body slowly started to move, and the mechanical sound of radio waves repeated in his mind: "Welcome to your era, Professor Shen."
His eyes were blank. He looked at the explosions around him and choked out a mouthful of blood. His lips were astringent. A cry for help was stuck in his throat. His nails dug into his skin. Noisy sirens and ambulance calls sounded. He was probably rescued.
You said, a professor of human experimentation, an anti-human type of brilliant student died and went into another body, is it good or bad?
Shen Ling pulled out some wrinkles on the milky white bedding, and pieced together the fragmented memories. Shen Ling's lips touched each other, and they rubbed each other for a long time, then managed to hold up his somewhat overwhelmed arms.
The original owner, Shen Ling, was a freshman at Xiangyang No. 1 Middle School in City B. He was probably a student who was poor in studies and suffered from school violence.
Saline water dripped into the infusion tube. Shen Ling rubbed his sore eyes and turned to look at the policeman on one side.
In his previous life, he had never been caught by the police for killing people and transforming people. Why was he being held down and tortured in the hospital now?
He interrupted his memories, bloodshot eyes oozing from his arms, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood, "Jiang Han, living is more important than happiness."
Purpose: school violence