MTL - Unlimited Cycles of Death-Chapter 172 The return and the end 27 can only be sustained by slaughter and plunder.

The man did not deceive Mu Chen. In the space behind the door full of unknown fonts, the air was indeed very depressive. The scarcity of oxygen made Mu Chen feel dry and suffocated in the lungs. He could not help but keep his mind out of breathing Sensitive.

And when Mu Chen calmed down and finally had a chance to observe the surrounding scenes, Mu Chen was shocked by the mighty "transparent crystal coffin" in this huge space.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Chen followed the man through these crystal coffins, and clearly saw the various alien bodies lying in the coffins.

"What are these?" According to the inability to bear curiosity, Mu Chen opened her mouth carefully and asked the strange man who showed him the way. Although his reason was whispering, he warned him not to ask casually about something that might bring great harm to himself. Troublesome question.

But Mu Chen at the time didn't realize that she was on an alien spaceship.

He always thought that the man who brought him here was personal, even if it wasn't human, it was some kind of creature on earth. The opponent has strange and strange powers that remind Mu Chen of stories of various ghosts and demons, such as Liao Zhai Zhiyi.

But Mu Chen never considered the possibility that the other party was not Earthman at all.

After all, Mu Chen at that time was just a teenager in high school. He was only fifteen or six years old. There is always a longing and imagination of magical things in his mind, but his fantasy is not huge, and is limited to this small planet.

Future science, planetary galaxies, and distant universes, these things have only been briefly described in Muchen ’s astronomy and geography disciplines, staying only in the concept ... even in the stage where the concept is incomplete.

So he didn't understand, so he could naively ask such a question to the man of unknown origin.

The man answered him generously: "Just a few pieces of meat."

"Meat ... meat?" Mu Chen felt inexplicably terrified by the answer. He looked around the neatly arranged crystal coffins and the huge body in the coffin, and a layer of goosebumps ran over him.

"There is no living body, just some pieces of meat." The man whispered.

"I mean they're dead, right?" Mu Chen understood.

"Dead?" Surprisingly, the man didn't seem to understand the definition of death, or was not good at it. He even thought about it for a while before answering, "Yes, they did die."

"That ..." Muchen considered, "are you going to bury them in a coffin?"

"Buried?" The man smiled suddenly, and he looked back at Mu Chen as he laughed, Mu Chen felt a little disdain in that sight.

"Did you know? The continuation of every life can only be sustained by killing and plundering." The man seemed to be off the topic, saying something unknown, "As long as you are alive, you will murder in order to eat."

"That's what you humans do, and so do I." The man's remarks don't make sense, but his remarks stop here.

Although Mu Chen did not understand the significance of the man's remarks, the man obviously did not intend to give any explanation to Mu Chen, and simply took a step forward.

Seeing him go, Mu Chen was afraid of being left in place, so she had to keep pace with it.

The space behind the door is extremely huge. After walking through the rows of compact coffins with an absolute number of thousands, the man took Mu Chen through a metal promenade, went up and down the elevator, and then came to a small room. in.

This room is the size of a 20-square-meter bedroom, with full beds, tables, chairs and bookcases, as well as a separate small bathroom.

The whole small room adopts a European and American pastoral color. The furniture is mostly carved wood, and the walls, floors and ceilings are comfortable beige. It's just that this room has no windows, only a dark red metal door that comes in and out, and the closed space seems to be very suffocating.

"I have arranged this room in accordance with your human aesthetics ... from now on, you will live here." The sudden decision of the man made Mu Chen stunned.

Mu Chen was immediately shocked: "You want me to live here?"

"Yes, do you have any opinions?" The man took it for granted.

"No ... no, I just ..." Muchen opened her mouth.

Of course, Mu Chen couldn't have any opinion. Even if he did, he didn't have the courage to speak to the man who made him feel a little scary.

So he could only hesitate for a moment, euphemistically, "Let me stay here ... Is there anything I need to do?"

"I don't need you to do anything." The man's voice was indifferent and his expression was very cold. "As long as you live here for a while, when the time comes, I will let you go back."

"As long as you live here, do nothing?" Mu Chen couldn't believe it. He had bad feelings and a delicate sense of crisis.

This feeling made Mu Chen very regretted, he regretted why he had come to this strange place so easily and easily, following this strange stranger.

Although Muchen knew that he had no choice, he couldn't help but paint. If he rejected the strange man at that time and did not agree to his request ... would everything be different?

The man seemed to see Mu Chen's state of mind, and he comforted Mu Chen rarely: "You don't have to have a psychological burden, I won't hurt you. You just need to stay here for a while, then you can be complete and unscathed. Back to your own world. "

The other party emphasized that the words "complete" and "unscathed" increasingly made Mu Chen startled.

"You said you would pay me a price." Mu Chen clenched her fist unconsciously, staring directly at the strange man in front of her. "I want to know what the price is? Just just let me live here with you day?"

The man was slightly impatient and said, "Did I not say that? I will give you a whole new life. So I will turn you into another person, and you accept this condition."

Inexplicably, Mu Chen seemed to know something instantly. He suddenly understood the meaning of this terrible man.

So he widened his eyes and looked at the man: "What do you mean by giving me a whole new life is to turn me into a 'other'? The true 'other'?"

The corner of the man's mouth evoked a terrifying arc: "Don't you just understand what I mean now?"

Mu Chen shook her head, he suddenly felt fear, but this fear was hazy, separated by a layer of empty white mist. This fear is also difficult to express from Mu Chen's face. His facial nerves are stiff and twisted, and his body cannot move, as if a wizard had cast a petrified curse.

For a long time, Mu Chen calmed down a little and continued to shake her head calmly: "This is not right, you are talking about giving me a whole new life, not 'the life of others'!"

"I'm not God, my friend." The man looked at Mu Chen slightly, "I can't create a 'new life' for you out of thin air, so I can only put other people's templates on you."

Mu Chen couldn't help but reach out and touch her face: "Then my face is also that person's face, right?"

"Yes."

"Who is he and what is his name?"

The man smiled: "Amu, his name is Amu. The single name is Mu, so everyone calls him Amu ... but the real Amu died long, long time ago, so from today, you are Amu. "

"What about me?" Mu Chen couldn't help but reach out and hold her placket on her left chest. "What will I be like Mu Chen?"

The man suddenly approached Mu Chen's face, his sudden action scared Mu Chen into a conscious unconsciousness, and his eyes widened.

"One point, I hope you understand clearly." The man lowered his voice, sneered, accompanied by that threatening tone, "Since you stepped into my territory today, you have become my experiment, just like a scientist's hand Like the mice here, you are not qualified to ask me any questions, and I have no obligation to answer you. "

Obviously, the man was tired of Mu Chen's continuous questions.

Therefore, he reached out his hand coldly, grasped Mu Chen's coat tightly, dragged him, threw him vigorously into the white room, and then slammed the door shut, closing Mu Chen in the room.

The strength of this man was amazing. Although Mu Chen was only sixteen years old at that time, he was already about one meter seven five years old. It was the age when he was desperately moving up in height and weight.

But this man just lifted Muchen to the whole. Muchen felt that his feet were in the air for a few seconds, just like holding a chick, and he dropped Muchen into the room at will, and let Mu Chen rolled twice on the ground.

When Muchen scrambled to her feet, she faced a cold, closed metal door.

Muchen rushed to the door and tried to push and pull the door, but it was no surprise that the door was locked from the outside and he was locked.

Muchen felt the real fear at this time. The shrouded white mist disappeared, and the icy lake water drifted over his knees, waist, and head, slowly consuming Muchen gradually.

He didn't yell or curse in anger, he just stood in front of the door and stood for a long time.

...

"He held me there," Muchen said. "As he promised, he didn't do anything to hurt me. I live there and sleep every day except to eat."

"It's just that my range of activities is very small, only in that small room, that guy will give me some books and paper pen and ink for me to read and write to kill time."

"I use paper to record what happens every day."

At the beginning, Mu Chen's life was boring, and at the same time, she was accompanied by a deepening panic in the heart of a strange and closed environment.

But he was calm and had planned what he should do next.