Hearing the screams, Jack could not help but close his ears and look around the room again. This time, he found a bed that he had not noticed before because it was white and lying on the floor. Next to Jack, there was a broken slab on the floor, which had previously been on the ceiling of this room. When Jack fell, he smashed it, and it became clear to him that this room was the hole that the regime spoke of.

"Oh man, how deep is this place, and how the hell can anyone get in or out of here?" Jack asked before he approached the bed on the floor. When he got on top of it, he found a person lying on the floor with white clothes stained with blood and a sharp piece of iron in his hand. Jack got closer to him and checked his pulse, only to find that it had stopped.

"This person has committed suicide," Jack whispered to himself as he noticed the body that apparently belonged to a teenager in his twenties. But at that moment, Jack heard a voice coming from the door behind him. Then, the door was opened by a guard in a black uniform with a club in his hand, and he said, "Alright now, 671, it's time to take the next round of tests." However, there was no reply, and the guard didn't see 671 anywhere in the room.

Sighing, the guard approached the bed, speaking in annoyance, "I swear, if you were sleeping, you tramp..." But what the guard saw was the body of the poor teenager. The guard looked at him for a moment, then let out a sound of annoyance. "Tsk, it's useless." Then the guard tried to lift the teenager's body, but something behind him moved quickly and grabbed his head

crash*

breaking his neck and killing him instantly without resistance.

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Jack, who quickly hid behind the door when the guard entered, checked the corners of the room in case there were any cameras, and then looked outside. He did not find anyone accompanying this guard, which made him decide to kill him. After examining him and taking his identification card and clothes, he left the room and closed the door behind him, muttering "tact first" to himself.

With this, Jack pulled his hat down and began to walk around cautiously. After a few minutes had passed, he had not met any guards or seen any other rooms along the way, which increased his concern about the extent of torture that the person was subjected to. Jack firmly raised his head to give the patient a cold look before shouting at him as if he was going to eat him.

"What are you doing here! Do I consider this an act of rebellion! You will be punished severely if you do not return to your room immediately." Jack advanced with the baton and prepared to strike the patient, but at that moment the patient raised his hand and grabbed his face and began to weep and wail.

Jack did not understand his problem, but he did not care, so he threatened him again, and this time he grabbed him by his hair and forced him to look at his face, but what Jack saw made him feel some goosebumps all over his body.

The patient's face was incised longitudinally to the extent that his brain became clear, and it was filled with many iron rods that made the incision cohesive and at the same time touched the fresh pink brain.

And one of his eyes was taken out and replaced with an electronic network connected to his brain, and they did the same thing with one of his ears. As for his body, it was incredibly emaciated, but Jack was sure that his body was normal when he saw him from afar. The reason for that was that many large copper rods were implanted in his body and penetrated most of his vital functions from the front, and he carried several bags filled with green liquid on his back.

Jack quickly retreated from this thing while he was in the utmost state of anticipation, but the patient was only crying and letting out blood instead of tears and making strange sounds that Jack did not understand.

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Those words made Jack feel cold sweat forming on his forehead, unbelievable what he was thinking but it couldn't be wrong.

The sounds made by the patient were indeed a language, but it is a distorted language and lacks correct pronunciation and grammar, as if it had been a long time since he used that language, but most of all, this language is not something that should exist here....

No, this language should not be spoken by someone who is not a people of the seas, a language that is not of this world.