I couldn't figure it out until the sixth night.

I don’t know if I’m lucky today, but the six hours I stopped was a living person opposite me.

I looked at the bright red text on the glass and said: I have been three times.

I wiped off my glass and wiped it clean.

The other party seemed to see me and repeated my movements with me.

I don’t know if I will die because of excessive blood loss. At this time, the connection between my brain and body is still incomplete.

It doesn't hurt, which means that even if I am extremely weak, I don't know when I will lose my life.

I started writing on the glass: What does three times mean?

After writing, I could clearly feel that my consciousness was a little blurred.

It is probably because there is too much blood flow. At this time, I saw the opposite side start to write feedback: Poor newcomer, you will understand when you have the first time.

I quickly wiped off my glass and wrote: What's the first time

The other party saw what I wrote through the gap in his glass text, and then wiped off his own rushing to write: I have three children! You will have the first one soon. I don’t want to live, but I can’t die.

The dense words are written on the small window glass, and the first moment you see clearly is shocking.

Could it be that the souls of men and women will be placed into the woman's body and then wait for childbirth in this small space?

In this small device, waiting to get pregnant? Then after spending ten months, I will be taken out for childbirth?

What shocked me the most was the last sentence: I don’t want to live but I can’t die.

I wrote again: How could I not die if I want to die?

After writing this word, I began to feel exhausted and dizzy.

My head started to hurt very much, and my hands were no longer in strength to raise them.

I saw the picture opposite. The other party did not wipe the glass clean, but began to slam the glass with one punch.

On the fifth fist, I saw the glass shattering, and the other party's bloody hand grabbed a piece of broken glass and pierced it into his neck.

And another piece of glass was taken out and pierced into his chest. The other party looked at me with a strange smile.

I'm a bit cunning when I see it, but the picture is not scary because I guess there is too little blood in my body.

All I could see was stained red and not much blood was flowing out.

But such a picture does make people uncomfortable, and the red lights on the other party’s hatch door lit up.

I saw two men in white clothes walking out of the pipe behind me, and I don't know them.

But when they look at each other, they use sign language, they are dumb again.

The two mutes opened the hatch door and began to stop bleeding from the wound of the woman opposite.

Pull out the glass spikes and then take out a huge machine for treatment.

The machine is like a paint spraying device, and the wounds heal when sprayed on a woman's body.

The two mutes were working hard respectively, and the hatch door of the man beside him was opened.

The man's chest was opened and his heart was taken out from it.

The woman's broken heart was taken out and exchanged with the man in front of her.

Then the man's body was abandoned and pulled out of the hatch and threw it downwards.

There seemed to be a bottomless pit in the middle. After the man fell, he didn't hear the sound of falling to the ground for a long time.

The instrument began to sweep the woman for suture. When the mutes treated the wound, it seemed that nothing had happened.

At this time, the two mutes began to remove the entire hatch door and the new hatch door was installed.

Only then did I notice a hook on the hatch door, a leather tube hooked from the hook and tied the woman's neck to the other man's neck. A small machine in the middle began to extract blood.

Only then did I understand something that men are really useless.

Because only women can have children, but the men who maintain this place are not completely useless.

These men are women's blood bottles, and may also be organs

Then use the woman's body to nurture new children and form a perfect closed loop.

As far as I know, the rest of the frozen human body was signed that year.

There were more than 3,000 people before I had the surgery, and there were only more than 300 people here.

I only now understand that this place should be bigger than I thought.

The blood type of people in each area should be the same, and encounter such emergencies.

He will directly start forced blood transfusion or treatment, and the man who was drawn will soon turn white.

The two mutes started to operate again, and a boom slowly stretched out from above and grabbed the man from the hatch door and threw it out.

Then the mechanical department began to move the cabin door and chose a new male to continue to transfusion blood to women.

The broken glass was swept away and completely returned to its original appearance.

Only then did I understand why even similar things cannot be killed. The huge wound on my neck can be cured with unknown medical devices.

When he is about to die, the other party will use this method to prosper his life?

So where is this place? Is it a fertility ground?

At this time, the red light began to flash in my cabin, and I realized that I was too weak and reached my limit.

Two dumb men pointed at me and took out the machine.

It was a folding ladder that extended over and came to me.

Then two mutes walked from the opposite side on the ladder and opened my hatch door.

Wipe off the traces on my glass with a rag, and the two mutes shook their heads at me.

A needle tube inserted into my neck and then extended to the hatch door beside me.

The blood began to slowly flow back into my body, and my eyes could see the bright red pipe extending from the hook to the hatch on the other side of my body.

My consciousness began to recover, and it was all terrible.

I started to recover and I understood what I was going to do.

The hatch door of the woman opposite me and I were open at this time, and both sides were obviously transfusions of blood.

I saw the mutes climbing down the ladder, and the woman opposite was probably more dangerous than me.

And I started trying to do it, my hands were able to lift them.

I determined the connection between the body, and it seemed that there was something behind it.

I gritted my teeth and tried to pull out the tube around my neck, but found that the needle tube seemed to have a barb that could not be pulled out.

I had no choice but to thrive ahead, and it felt like I was a cocoon and became a butterfly.

I took off my force from the hatch door and landed on the corridor.

I saw the full view of this place. Under the railing in front of me was the bottomless abyss.

At the bottom of the abyss, there was a red light that seemed to be magma.

The walls are layer by layer, and there are the same circle of people locked in the hatch below us.

We seem to be the tallest floor, and our ceiling above us has many mechanical structures.

The hatch doors are all obliquely 45 degrees and sticking to the inclined surface, so we can't see the situation below.

Then line up and wrap around it into a whole circle, with a certain gap between the cabin doors.

The gap is slightly larger, and the two mutes in the distance look here in panic.

"Aba, Aba."

"Aba, Aba."

Both mutes walked up the steps and wanted to come over to me. They probably came to catch me.

At this time, I struggled to step forward and exerted my last strength, and I overturned the ladder that was supposed to be in the middle.
Chapter completed!