Tokisaki Kurumi's Journey to the Plane

A deserted island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, at night, inside Umbrella's underground experimental base.

"Damn! What is this place?"

A man's voice sounded in the darkness. His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, but he could only make out the general outline.

With a "pop" sound, the man rolled down directly from the bed, "Ahem, hoo~hoo~"

While moving carefully, he stretched out his hands to explore.

"Snapped!"

The light was dazzling, and the man blocked the light with his hands. His eyes kept shrinking and spreading, and it took him a while to get used to it.

After another two breaths, he felt very uncomfortable now, his throat and mouth were filled with the smell of rust.

It’s like I just ran a marathon!

The leg muscles tremble from time to time. If it weren't for the man's strong willpower, he might have fallen to the ground by now!

The sight returned, except for a medical bed, the other side of the room was filled with experimental equipment.

There was a blue mark on the white floor, stretching from the laboratory table to the bed, as if...like something had been dragged over!

"Ahem!"

The man covered his mouth. His mind was so confused that he couldn't even recall any memory.

He coughed twice again, and a burst of warmth came out of his mouth, making his throat feel much more relaxed.

Stretching his hand in front of him, the man's eyelids twitched slightly.

The phlegm was covered with blood, but it was blue.

After a lot of effort, I walked to the bathroom, got rid of the dirt in my hands, and sat on the bed dejectedly.

His eyes were dull, and bottles of blue potions came into view from time to time.

The double mental and physical exhaustion made the man drowsy, and a figure in a white coat seemed to appear in his field of vision, standing in front of the experimental table and busy back and forth.

I stretched out my hand to call him, but the man disappeared again.

"Ah! Hu~hu~"

The sudden pain in his mind caused the man to hold his head with both hands.

Due to gravity problems, the whole person slipped from the bed to the ground, knelt on the ground, and held his head with both hands!

The pain almost made him lose consciousness, and he felt layers of memories rushing into his mind. His mouth opened, and saliva flowed out unconsciously.

The eyes are constantly occupied by bloodshot eyes...but those bloodshot eyes are a strange blue color!

"Bang!"

The head hit the ground hard, but the floor was intact. When the head was raised again, a trace of blue was left on the ground.

"Bang!"

Still in the original position, the head is in close contact with the ground again.

“Bang bang bang!”

One after another, it was as if there was a worm squirming in his head. The pain was unbearable! But he hadn't fainted yet, which was incredible.

"Click~"

The white floor was smashed to pieces by the man's forehead and spread out like a spider web.

There was no movement for a long time, and only the sound of violent breathing sounded in the laboratory.

He knelt on his knees, pressed his head against the broken floor, and grabbed his hair with both hands. The saliva was mixed with blue blood, staining the man's body.

Memories came flooding in, picture after picture, including where he had lived before and who he had been in contact with.

The experimenter in a white coat is himself, and he seems to be studying a drug targeting nerves.

He could no longer recall what it was.

"Hoo~"

The upper body struggled to leave the ground, leaning back, and his hands naturally drooped, falling into the blue blood.

The light is just above the man. From the perspective of shadow, this action has great meaning in the picture.

"Pa~"

The legs that were kneeling on the ground were not supported. The man leaned back and his legs were directly rotated from the outside into the vomit.

This position is very comfortable.

At least that's what men think.

Half an hour later, the man stood up holding on to the edge of the bed and ran to the bathroom to clean himself again.

The strength in his body seems to have returned, but it is far from as strong as before.

"Bah!~"

The water flow was cut off, and the man raised his head and looked in the mirror. His middle-aged face was full of vicissitudes of life. In fact, he was only in his early thirties.

There are already wrinkles on my forehead, and the lines at the corners of my eyes are even more obvious. I am more than ten years older than my age.

He leaned his upper body forward and opened his left eye with his hand. The pupil had completely turned blue, but the bloodshot threads surrounding the whites of the eyes were still strangely blue.

Just like the blood that flows out of him.

Originally, the color under his eyelids should have been blood red, but now, as he expected, it became the same color as his own blood.

Open the right eye again, same result.

Smith nodded to himself in the mirror, "That's fine. It's very common among white people to have blue pupils."

But for a color like his, which is so pure that there is no trace of impurities, there probably won't be much.

Maybe young children will have this kind of innocence.

You can't walk too fast, or you'll be out of breath. But your body isn't as fragile as it was at the beginning.

He quickly came to the experimental table and found a pile of organized information neatly placed on it. Wiping off the blue potion on the first piece of paper, Smith looked at it carefully.

He looked solemn, and nervous problems had always been his focus. He finally got research results, but his actual test experiments were rejected by his superiors.

After several more experiments with white mice, he still couldn't get the data he wanted. The medicine had been refined several times by him, and Smith had no way to improve it again.

My brain got hot! I did an experiment with my own body!

After that, all the data is recorded and appears in the computer.

Smith couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't have the habit of connecting to the local network, otherwise once someone transferred the data, the information might be swept away!

Because... his behavior just now was definitely not normal!

The medicine was injected before going to bed, and then my mind became confused, and then I went to bed in a daze, until I lost my memory just now...

His expression changed! Smith suddenly thought of the scene when he was working at Umbrella.

Judging from the memory, he was like a puppet on strings, signing contracts, doing experiments, and working at three o'clock and one line every day.

Even when he was transferred from the company to a desert island, he didn't complain at all!

His face became increasingly gloomy and uncertain, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes!

After quickly copying the data to a USB flash drive and completely deleting it, Smith began to connect to the local area network to query what he wanted.

The data is being copied, and the memories in Smith's mind are also flooding rapidly.

When the contract was finally signed, they seemed to be taken into a separate laboratory...

"Bah!——"

The chair was pushed back, and Smith quickly came to the experimental table to sort out the medicines.

Clenching his teeth together, it was not until after sealing the three bottles of blue potion that Smith said harshly: "Damn it! We are all hypnotized!"

Early in the morning, the laboratory was in operation, and people responsible for various projects were walking around. Seeing their appearance, Smith became more sure of his guess!

He glanced at the rest table in his hand, and his muscles tightened. He wanted to escape from here!