MM Racing Chapter 110: Not Worth Saving (Song Zhong's Short Story)
Chapter 110: Not Worth Saving (Song Zhong's Short Story)
"Grandpa, he's not dead." A tall man, nearly two meters tall, said to the thin old man beside him.
The old man stood in the room with his hands behind his back.
In front of him was a huge central console, with many surveillance screens on the wall showing human figures.
If you look closely, you will find that the people on the surveillance screen are all the same person.
It’s just that the angles of the surveillance screen are different. The combination of more than a dozen different angles allows people to see the people on the surveillance screen clearly.
The two stood silently in the room, looking at the surveillance screen together, and saw a motionless figure lying on the bed.
"How long has he slept?"
The old man's voice was hoarse, and his throat seemed to be pulled by something. The words he spoke had a windmill-like sound, which sounded very harsh.
"Since the last time I replaced all his blood, today is the third day of his deep sleep."
"Zhihuan, how long did he sleep after the last blood draw?"
"Five days." Song Zhihuan said affirmatively as he looked at Song Zhong lying on the bed, his life or death unknown.
"Change someone." The old man pondered for a moment, walked out of the room with the name "Song Zhong" on the door, came to the room next to it with the name "Song Sisi", and walked in.
"Sisi, you are fifteen years old this year, right?"
He coughed lightly.
Looking at the wrinkles and age spots on my hands due to age.
I looked at the surveillance screen again and saw the girl holding a doll and playing on the computer.
"Just her."
Song Zhihuan lowered his head and replied, then escorted the old man out of the room.
After looking up again, he slowly walked to the center console and looked at the girl quietly.
Then he fumbled for the button on the center console and pressed it.
"Sisi."
When the girl on the surveillance screen heard the cry, she trembled all over and hugged the doll in front of her tightly with both hands.
"Wake him up, wake him up." The girl shook her head unwillingly.
Song Zhihuan suppressed his emotions, his pale fingertips pressing tightly against the table.
"Sisi, be obedient."
Song Sisi blinked away the tears in her eyes and nodded silently.
Song Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing her agree. He clicked the buttons on the center console with both hands, and saw the time on the monitoring screen start to go back to five minutes ago, and then stretch the picture from five minutes ago to the present time.
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Song Sisi held a doll the same size as a human and walked to a corner. Using the doll's cover, she tapped lightly on the wall with her fingers.
In the room next to her was Song Zhong, who was soundly sleeping.
Unfortunately, this time, Song Zhong did not respond to her.
Song Sisi buried her head in the doll, and her tears wet the doll.
This time, Song Zhong shouldn't have been the one to take the sample, because of her.
It was because she said she was afraid that Song Zhong took over.
However, the last time Song Zhong was taken away as a sample was too short a time ago.
When it was sent back, the skin was wrinkled and dry, sticking tightly to the bones.
Suddenly, Song Sisi heard a noise coming from the corridor outside.
She quickly ran to the window and eavesdropped with her ear pressed against the glass.
Because they were afraid that the samples would die inside, the sound insulation between the rooms was not good.
"Master." The guard outside bowed slightly to the old man in front of him.
Then open Song Zhong's room.
The old man coughed lightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Ah Zhong, are you still not awake?"
It sounds like he is indeed an old man who cares about children.
In the monitoring room, Song Zhihuan, who had just been talking about replacing people but now ran to Song Zhong's room to pretend to be a good guy, sneered.
There are no good people in the Song family.
Only a fool like Song Zhong would think that Song Cheng is a good grandfather.
Song Cheng didn't wait for the guard's answer. He walked into the room and sat on the chair beside the bed.
He reached out and gently touched Song Zhong's hair.
Song Zhong, who just turned eighteen, does not look like an eighteen-year-old boy.
Skinny.
Only his fair complexion and youthful skin condition show that he is not very old.
Song Cheng looked at the completely different state of his hands and Song Zhong's, and observed Song Zhong's complexion.
There was a flash of fanaticism in his eyes.
He is different from her mother.
His mother was useless.
But Song Zhong!
Not only can a sample absorb the advantages of other samples, but after each blood transfusion and sample data extraction, they found that the sample data was actually better each time than the previous one.
And he was able to hold on for so long, and with each blood transfusion, his condition got better and better.
The speed of waking up is also getting faster and faster.
Sure enough, she is more useful than his mother.
The last time it took five days, so according to the rules, this time he will be able to wake up in three days.
As long as they figure out what's special about Song Zhong, their Song family will definitely become stronger.
As he was thinking this, he saw Song Zhong, who was lying on the bed, move his eyelashes slightly, and after a while, he gently opened his eyes.
"A Zhong." Song Cheng forced a smile and touched Song Zhong's head.
Song Zhong opened his eyes and looked at the white ceiling, but no one responded to him.
There was a look of sadness on Song Cheng's face.
"Ah Zhong, Grandpa, I'm sorry."
"You must take good care of your health. Grandpa will find a way to give the family an explanation and release you."
After saying that, he reached out and gently stroked Song Zhong's cheek, then stood up and left the room.
In Song Zhong's mind, what was replaying was a surveillance video that Song Zhihuan gave him.
In exchange, he served as a sample for his sister.
He thought that, at least, his mother loved him.
Otherwise, how could she have given birth to a beast like him?
After all, the eldest daughter of the Song family doesn't need to do this.
【Why, it's not you who died. 】
On the experimental table, Song Jing, who was useless, struggled and watched her blood continuously flow into the unconscious Song Zhong on the table next to her.
Song Jing shouted to Song Cheng who was standing outside the observation window, "Dad, didn't you say that Song Zhong was born for us and is our model?"
【Why isn't he the one who should be damned. 】
So, why, he wasn't the one who died.
Song Zhong closed his eyes. Wasn't it possible that his usual concern and care were not sincere at all?
The next day, Song Sisi from next door was taken away.
Through the glass window, Song Zhong saw the little girl saying goodbye to him with a smile on her face and a dimple on her face.
He looked at a surveillance camera above his head and nodded slightly.
Half an hour later, he heard continuous explosions coming from outside.
Song Zhong bent down, laughed, and walked out of the room.
As we walked, we could see members of the Song family carrying their belongings and fleeing.
No one can escape.
Anyone who drinks his blood will not escape.
Song Zhong walked out of the building that trapped him, basking in the sunlight, and smiled as he looked at the fire not far away.
Finally, he saw the flames spreading towards him, and he saw two figures, one tall and one short.
"Brother, save him."
"Bastard, not worth saving."
I'm not, it's just me, I have no choice.
Fortunately, no one loves him and no one cares whether he lives or dies.
Song Zhong leaned against the corner and died with a pleasant sound.