Rong Chen suddenly walked towards Song Yiran, took out a stainless steel box from the drawer of the table and opened it. There was a row of dark brown liquid, and a new needle duct lying inside.

Take out the needle tube, extract the liquid, and discharge the air...

Rongchen did everything in an orderly manner, his eyes calm and Song Yiran could not guess what he was thinking. She watched him prepare everything, then grabbed her arm, stabbed the needle into her vein and injected the medicine liquid. The slight pain followed, but Song Yiran was still expressionless.

Until the drug was pushed in, Rong Chen slowly pulled out the needle tube and pressed it on the needle hole with a sterilized cotton ball.

About a minute later, Rong Chen let go of his hand and carefully examined the dark brown disinfectant left on Song Yiran's arm. He was relieved after confirming that there was no problem with the pinhole. Then, as Song Yiran looked at him, he took out the key and unbuttoned the iron chain that was collating her hands and feet.

"I have been doing it for a long time. If my hands and feet hurt, just say it. The medicine just now will not cause damage to your body, and at most it will only make you unable to resist for the time being. I think this is better for you."

Rongchen seemed to be explaining to Song Yiran, and after he finished speaking, he helped Song Yiran get up.

The moment she stood up, a gleam suddenly flashed in Song Yiran's eyes. She suddenly took action to push Rongchen away and break free from his clamp. The fist, which should have been fast, had no strength at all. It was soft and even when it was lifted up, it was held by Rongchen.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Song Yiran's eyes, and he tried hard to pull out his hand but couldn't.

Her wrists were firmly locked by Rongchen, like iron clamps.

"I said that medicine will make your body lose strength. All fighting skills that you are proud of cannot be used. Resistance will only hurt yourself."

Rong Chen reminded Song Yiran with a blank expression, and there was a ray of anger in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Unwilling to accept it! I have seen Rongchen but still can't do anything! This kind of frustration makes Song Yiran's pride burned, and the unwillingness in his heart continues to expand, like an erupting magma.

Looking at Song Yiran's unruly and unwilling to surrender, a glimmer flashed in Rongchen's eyes.

"If you are smart, you should know that what you need to do now is to preserve your strength. Let's go, I'll take you to see Xiaobao."

All Song Yiran's resistance stopped in an instant, not because of preserving his strength, but Rong Chen's last words. Do he want to take himself to see Xiaobao?

When she thought of seeing Song Xiaobao immediately, Song Yiran couldn't help but feel nervous. What does her Xiaobao look like now? Could this damn pervert have already started experimenting with Xiaobao? Seeing herself, will Xiaobao blame her for not finding him earlier?

With all kinds of doubts, expectations and uneasiness, Song Yiran let Rongchen catch him and leave.

Apart from the guards on guard, there was a silence in the corridor. Rong Chen was not worried about what Song Yiran would do to him. The two walked through the corridor one by one. After turning to the right, rows of rooms appeared in front of Song Yiran.

Similar to the hospital ward, the only difference is the strength of the four walls of the room and the whole piece of glass that replaces the door.

I think this can be used to observe the experimental subjects in the experiment, but Song Yiran saw it but felt angry.

Could her little treasure be one of them? Which door is he behind?

"Rongchen, you pervert, actually brought my little treasure to such a place? Do you think he is a guinea pig or a strange monkey in the zoo?"

Song Yiran couldn't help but feel angry and stared at Rongchen viciously to rebuke. However, the former turned a deaf ear, as if he had not heard her scolding.

Three minutes later, Rongchen stopped outside a door.

Song Yiran rushed over almost immediately, pushed Rongchen away, and held the door handle to open the door. But the door handle did not move at all and was locked.

"Rongchen, open the door!"

Song Yiran turned his head and stared at Rongchen, her eyes full of tears. Her eyes were filled with murderous aura and anger, and she wished she could tear Rongchen to pieces.

"You can take advantage of the moment to take a look at your son, but it's only five minutes. If you want to waste your time on a dispute with me, you can."

Rong Chen stood aside with an expressionless face and said calmly. Song Yiran wished he could peel him alive, and his hand hanging on his side tightened his strength. He let his nails break in the gap, but Song Yiran seemed to feel no pain.

She stared at him and it took a full minute to turn her eyes hatefully.

Through the transparent glass door, Song Yiran clearly saw Song Xiaobao sitting at the head of the bed. Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she couldn't help but step forward, and spread her hands on the glass.

"Xiaobao, mommy is here. Can you hear mommy talk? Xiaobao, I'm sorry, mommy is late. But don't worry, mommy will definitely take you away."

Song Yiran said anxiously, his voice trembling a little. But no matter what she said, the people in the room kept lowering their heads.

The clean and clean clothes set off Song Xiaobao's little face becoming more and more delicate. Just looking at the figure, Song Yiran knew that her son was completely different. She was thin, but she was full of strength.

After Muzhe's training, Song Xiaobao has long been no ordinary child. Now he is even stronger than himself who has successfully escaped from the K-life training. The only shortcoming is his strength. In time, this child will be even stronger.

But compared with those powerful people, Song still prefers that Song Xiaobao, whose IQ is against the sky but who is still a simple and kind child after all.

"Xiao Chenchen, you are talking!"

Song Yiran's face was almost pressed against the glass, and his voice became hoarse in an instant. His heart seemed to be clenched hard by a hand, constantly clenching, as if it would explode the next moment.

At this time, Song Xiaobao, who had been hunching his head down and remained silent, seemed to sense something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

One is indifferent and ruthless, the other is urgently excited and caring.

"Xiao Chenchen, Mommy knows that she is wrong, please don't ignore Mommy."

Song Yiran restrained his excitement, carefully carried the pleasing, and the usual coquettishness. He stared at Song Xiaobao firmly, hoping that he would roll his eyes like before, and then replied with a deliberately stern face but with a smile, "What unreliable thing have you done again."

But in the end, Song Xiaobao in the room still had no reaction.

He just looked at Song Yiran quietly, then frowned little by little. There was a little doubt in his eyes, and he seemed to have no idea of ​​Song Yiran's identity.

Song Xiaobao's reaction made Song Yiran feel as if he was in an ice cellar, cold and almost desperate.

She suddenly turned her head and stared at Rongchen with bloody eyes: "Damn it, what did you do to my son? Why doesn't he remember me?"

"To start my experiment better."

"You lunatic, pervert! You deprive my son of memory for your experiment, and you should go to hell!"

"It doesn't matter if I go to hell, as long as my experiment can succeed. I have always believed that believing me is right. Wanyue left me just because she didn't realize how excellent this experiment is! I want to prove all this to her and prove that I am not wrong."

Rongchen walked forward and looked at Song Xiaobao in the room with a fanatical and fascinated expression.

His eyes were full of expectations, with a paranoid and almost crazy piety. Such eyes made Song Yiran feel disgusted. She gritted her teeth tightly, wishing to peel Rongchen's cramps and chop them up and feed them to the fish!

"Damn it! I will definitely make you pay."

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes and said word by word. When he was extremely angry, he would calm down and his blinded mind gradually became clear.

Since waking up, Song Yiran has woken up for the first time.

She looked up at Rongchen and could even show an extremely natural smile.

"Where is my ring?"

After Song Yiran finished speaking, she did not wait for Rong Chen to answer, and then said, "That was given to me by Li Shaoyan, and I have never left her. Now, please return the ring to me."

"good."

Rong Chen nodded and took out Song Yiran's tail ring from his pocket, grabbed her hand and placed it in her palm. Song Yiran looked down without showing any slightest corner of the ring and felt relieved.

"Let's go."

"There are two minutes left. Why don't you want to be with your son anymore?"

"Don't worry, I will be able to touch my son anytime soon, and I can spend as long as I want to be with him. So before this, you'd better be proud. Otherwise, when everything you care about is destroyed, you will be left with hellish despair and pain."

Song Yiran smiled and said softly.

But the air was as if a layer of ice was dyed with her tone, and the cold was biting, and fear and trembling came close to it.

Rongchen pursed his lips and looked at Song Yiran with a smile.

"Is that true? Then let's see who's faster."

Song Yiran's eyes suddenly widened, and his hands were clenched in an instant. She thought she understood what Rongchen's words meant, and he would soon start the betting experiment.

Despite his panic and anger, Song Yiran's performance was still calm, full of confidence and arrogance.

"Then, wait and see."

After saying that, without waiting for Rongchen to take action, Song Yiran directly passed by him and left. Rongchen stood aside, looked at Song Yiran's straight and stubborn back, and thought of Mu Wanyue again.

When she left her, her back was so resolute and courageous.

It seems that once you make a decision, you will never look back. Even if there is a rain of bullets behind you.

After that, Song Yiran was locked in her original room again. This time she was not locked on a stool anymore. Her treatment also improved, not only fresh fruits, but also excellent coffee. There were even TV and Internet. Of course, it was impossible to get the Internet outside.

Song Yiran sat on the sofa, looking down at the seemingly casually, but his eyes were quickly checking the camera in the room.

After checking it, Song Yiran raised his eyebrows in surprise. Rong Chen did not install a camera here.

Haha, he is too confident about himself.
Chapter completed!