The Long Night Awaits(3)

The house moved in with the usual row of three experimenters, the first few days were rather cold, the mail said it was because it was given to acclimatization, but who believes in that kind of nonsense.The effect of the remarkable needless to say, their experiments also sent over the introduction.After reading it is inexplicably more of a feeling of being on a pirate ship, out of this laboratory life and death is hard to predict, if alive out of the laboratory, let go of this business, go to a university as a normal person, if you do not go out, then there is nothing to say.There is still the last time that the lab technician, he never talk, cold and indifferent, the existence of the iceberg.They started cooking in the house, not like the old nutritious meals, they could pick what they wanted to eat from the table then go back to their room, and from their room, in the center of the whole house, they could see every move underneath the building from the window next to it, and they moved out to the yard to enjoy their twilight dinners.How long has it been since a natural evening breeze has graced their faces?How long has it been since we've seen a sunrise or sunset?How long has it been since we've seen rain?Years of being in an air-conditioned room, in an indoor setting, lying on a cold couch, looking up at harsh lights and a bleak white ceiling.Advantage is only for a moment, God will never favor for a lifetime, to survive many times on the operating table is already a miracle gift of life, but to gamble with life is the most stupid choice.But it is so stupid, broken stems and fluffy, bent on death, the bottom line is that no one cares about death is not as good as early sharp and smart point.But every time in the operation, is always the will to survive the most determined one, what is worth so repeatedly attached to, even if the pain of flesh and bone separation can also endure, confused and uncertain stumbled in the fog rolling and crawling struggling to seek that indomitable and never give up the belief in the end what is it.

They said they could write about their own physical feelings, vaguely disturbed, the door posted a large eye-catching "601". June 1 is the beginning of life's suffering, the most annoying people repeatedly mentioned this kind of thing in front of them, what the deep meaning of a moment actually can not be guessed.What is there to write about in terms of physical sensations, uh, a little sluggish lately?I feel like my brain is starting to slow down, maybe it's just an illusion, I always want to sleep, with seventeen years of experience, it must be the medicine, but they didn't give any medicine today, how can I feel so hard to use my energy?It can't be that I'm just being paranoid.But my intuition is still that it's not the state of the problem, in order not to be victimized by this kind of chronic medicine, I have to write down everything quickly, in case I forget everything later, I can still look at it once a day to remember.When I asked them about it, they said that they would give it to me, but if something unexpected happened, they would take it back and use it as personal feedback from the person who tried the drug.There's nothing else wrong with my body, except that my limbs are getting more and more out of control, and I'm taking liberties with them before I even give them a command.