Chapter 720 I am Zhang Qishan? 1
Zhang Qishan ran away! He ran away! How could he run away! How could he do this! ! ! ! !
I'm going to report this to the central government!
Report to the central government!
Report to the central government!
Please save me, my motherland. I was abducted by human traffickers.
No! It was stolen!
Where is the system!
Damn the system!
There's nothing. Why are you robbing me, a college student?
are you crazy!
I can’t do this or that!
I'll die easily!
Oh, you damned perverse tomb-robber!
You damn tomb robber!
I'm going to fight you!
Zhang San went crazy, especially when he saw the various ways of death in Zhang Qishan’s mind. Although he deserved to die, he ran away. Now it’s my turn!
Mom, I've never killed a chicken.
Who am I to conduct human experiments!
Am I that kind of person!
That's the Japanese!
It wasn't me!
God damn bastard!
I am Zhang San and my brother is Li Si.
I'll just stay up late and play games so I won't die like this.
I'm still alive.
Zhang Qishan, give me back my wonderful life as a college student.
You are about to die, please speak, you have no breath, I will give you the anger.
I can give you some of it, just come back.
We'll each take half.
What kind of hero are you if you run away?
Zhang Qishan: Smiling GPJ, no need for that. Too many people have died and he doesn’t want to live forever. The adjutants have been arranged. You just wish yourself good luck, young man. By the way, you are Zhang Qishan and I am Zhang San.
Zhang San woke up angrily.
But he didn't dare to shout.
He said he was a good man, but who would believe him?
Golmud Sanatorium, he thought it would be better for him to give himself a shot and then go to queue up downstairs.
Soon, you will be able to be reborn again.
Zhang San: .
There are bad people outside, mom, he is scared.
He has never killed a chicken.
Zhang San thought that if he let Zhang Qilin go and asked him to take him away, would Zhang Qilin believe him?
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
Break your neck.
Zhang San: Crying, crying loudly.
Zhang Qishan is a bad guy, but I am not. I am a college student.
So most of the night, Zhang San kept recording Zhang Qishan's daily life in his mind, with a stern face, drawing the tribe leader's blood.
See the experimental results and fool the people above.
He was still thinking of using the good things himself first.
Zhang San: ...
This kind of sick person wouldn't do that.
So Zhang San wanted to die even more.
The only good thing is that, at present, he seems to be the highest-ranking official in Golmud.
My mother is so nice. I have been hired by the government.
The bad thing is, I don’t do human work.
And now that person is me.
There is another good news. Zhang Qilin has only been here for a week, not ten years or twenty years.
The person in charge of Zhang Qilin is Zhang Qishan himself.
Good, he is not far from death, he is so happy that he is going crazy.
If he confesses, Zhang Qilin will believe it.
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
He was unconscious and didn't know that Zhang Qishan had mutated.
Who would believe a bad guy who draws your blood and conducts subsequent human experiments and says he is a good person?
Anyway, Zhang San himself doesn’t dare to believe it.
He also found that the soldiers who came here looked down on Zhang Qishan. A soldier's duty is to obey, and they felt aggrieved.
Even if you can't deal with it, you have to listen to Zhang Qishan.
What a miserable worker this is.
Zhang San could still understand them. With Zhang Qishan at the helm, these ignorant soldiers would have no idea what they were talking about.
But there is something wrong with that group of experimenters. They look so excited to be able to do such a thing. It's inhumane.
Zhang San felt that he could die.
That’s right, they are definitely not good people, they must be the Wang family.
I rubbed my head, oh, there is more than one unlucky guy.
There is also a group of Zhang family members.
Zhang Qishan, you are really capable.
The only thing that is certain now is that none of them are dead.
Young people, after having too much blood drawn, fall asleep immediately.
The treatment is slightly worse than that of the patriarch.
The needle is very thick.
And they are a bunch of stupid people.
It was great that the chieftain was able to save himself, and they could draw blood with the chieftain.
Zhang family: . . . .
They feel scolded.
The next day, Zhang San ate as usual. He took his packed food to the bottom floor.
No one else dared to look at him, and the researchers all avoided him.
Every room here is well soundproofed.
The director of Golmud sanatorium looked at the lunch box in Zhang Qishan's hand with surprise.
Is this some new interrogation method?
However, he didn't have time to care.
The Zhang family’s bloodline is indeed special, but drawing blood can no longer satisfy him.
The Wang family likes to do things openly and honestly, using other people's power to do their own things.
This can also save money.
The cold wind blew, and the underground laboratory became even more eerie.
The pungent smell of disinfectant, the oppressive iron gate, the pale wall, the person at the door, and Zhang San who is obviously not a good person.
Zhang Qishan's face looked like someone owed him money and hadn't paid it back.
What a genius debt collection face.
It seems that everyone in the Zhang family has it.
Before seeing the clan leader, Zhang Qishan went to see the other Xiao Zhangs first.
When I opened the door, I saw a member of the Zhang family lying on the bed, with shackles on his hands and feet, the kind that were thick and heavy.
They were tied tightly to the bed, restricting their movements, and extending from the shackles was a mechanism that could adjust the length.
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Zhang San would have thought it was an occasion of some level, the only thing missing was a rich woman forcing herself on him and a bald man with a big belly.
Look at that person's angry eyes.
Good, this dose of sedative is enough to make people swallow their dirty words.
The Zhang family couldn't scold him anymore.
There is also a collar around the neck for added security.
Zhang San is a little timid and he is also afraid.
Fortunately, there was a toilet in the corner of the room. Zhang San went up and lifted the quilt. Oh, she was completely naked.
The brand number Zhang 01 cursed even more foully.
Zhang San was still automatically dubbing in his mind: It’s obvious at first glance that this thief is not a good person.
I never thought that people in a nursing home like to play this kind of vacuum play and bondage play.
Only the Zhang family is in good health. A normal person would die if 400cc of blood was drawn.
They can also curse.
At the beginning, they cursed fiercely, all of which were directed at Zhang Qishan. Later, they had no strength, were hungry, and had no warm clothes, so they had only tranquilizers.
Zhang 01 looked at Zhang Qishan like a pervert and said, "You lifted my quilt and looked at my body. What do you want to do?"
Zhang San wanted to respond to the situation and say, you can scream, you can scream, even if you scream your throat out, no one will come to save you.
Broken throat, broken throat, come and save the Zhang family.
Zhang San rubbed his shoulder curiously, and it really turned red, and a tattoo appeared. It was so magical that he wanted to take a photo and post it on WeChat Moments, Weibo, and Tik Tok.
When Zhang San thought of this, he felt bad.
Zhang 01's face was filled with shame and indignation. Mom, I am not clean anymore.
Just when Zhang 01 was about to go crazy, Zhang Qishan left and went to see another Xiao Zhang.
Zhang 01: . . . .