Ultraman: I Really Didn’t Want to Rule the World

After confirming that everything went well with Rei, Matsunaga turned his attention to Mizulumu.

In fact, when paying attention to pity, Mizulumu was not let go.

On the third day that Mizulumu was brought back, after confirming that he really lost his memory, and not a new trick, he was tied to the test bed.

His brain was scanned again and again, trying to find anything useful in his brain.

This is undoubtedly an extremely painful process. Compared with that, Ji Yazhun has suffered less.

He did not have time to rest, and was tested time and time again to try to figure out the secrets in him.

Of course, they still knew that they couldn't easily use the vibration waves of the alien beasts, and they were afraid that Mizulumu, like Ji Yajun, awakened his power again, that would be bad.

But Mizulumu suffered a lot at all. If it weren't for the lack of time, he might have already analyzed the body tissue samples.

Today, Mizoroki was once again held by two armed men and moved from the laboratory rack to the cubicle where he was being held.

He had just conducted an experiment and had his brain scanned mercilessly.

"No, please, you are useless to do anything to me, I can't remember anything!" His voice was frightened and weak, and it was hard to imagine that the invincible man before would become like this at this moment. Vice appearance.

But his begging for mercy had no effect at all. These cold soldiers seemed to have no sympathy, and ignored any of his struggles. After all, some of them have seen or even experienced the evil deeds that Mizulumu once committed.

They indifferently threw the ditch Lumu on the bed and let go.

Management Officer Matsunaga walked in: "Mizulu Mujinya."

Just a calm voice said a name, Mizulumu curled himself up on the bed in fear, his legs curled up, his hands instinctively hugged his head, and he tried his best to curl up into the corner, just wanting to stay away from this person. a little.

This shows how strong Matsunaga’s shadow left on Mizuromu.

But Matsunaga didn't respond to his posture. He just glanced lightly, and sat on the bed at Mitsulumu's feet.

"Although you are hiding now, you are still a terrible threat to us." He remembered the crimes committed by Soon after Mizoroki once turned into Dark Mephistopheles, "Dominate the world with power , For this twisted purpose, you took advantage of the feelings of many people and even took their lives. You gained the power of the devil and challenged Ultraman in the dying place. Then you lost everything, even the memory No more. But I still need to know the secret of this terrible power that you have obtained."

"Don't say it!" Miu Lumu interrupted him with a loud shout. He curled up even more, even covering his ears, making a gesture of refusing to listen, "Don't do this again."

Seeing his embarrassed posture, Matsunaga stood up indifferently and said to the two armed men guarding him: "After an hour, scan his brain again."

After speaking, he left.

The armed personnel locked the compartment door and guarded the door like this. After waiting for an hour, they sent Mizulumu to the test bed again.

As for the curled up, nervous-splitting Golumu, who cares.

About ten minutes later, a man in a black suit walked to the cubicle where Mizulumu stayed.

He paid no attention to the two guards, and as soon as he stood still, he looked at the embarrassed Miu Lumu inside.

And when the two guards didn’t notice it, a mist of gray-black energy stuck to the ground, followed their feet, sneaked into the cubicle of Mizulumu, and then submerged into Mizulumu’s body. .

Mizumu, who was awkwardly lying on the bed, shrank again, subconsciously resisting something.

But in the next second, the black fog seemed to be repelled by something in his body, and it fell on the corner of the wall, and finally disappeared.

On the other hand, Mizulumu looked at the closed room in doubt, at the coldly closed door, and finally buried his face deeper.

why why why? Why does he have to bear this? In the end, what has he done too much to be treated like this.

Who can come, who can come to save him?

But no one answered this question.

After an hour passed, even if Mizulumu resisted, he was still tied to the experimental platform.

He hasn't eaten normally for a long time. In order to consume his energy, the TLT experimenters only gave him a few injections of nutrients to ensure that he would not die suddenly during the high-intensity experiment.

Mental exhaustion and physical exhaustion almost completely broke him.

But Mizulumu's spirit was unexpectedly tough, even if he felt that he couldn't hold on every time, but in fact, he survived every time.

Pain, helplessness, fear, confusion...

What is it, why?

He was once again tied tightly with a restraint belt and put on a headband, and the dazzling ultraviolet light slammed his face brightly, making Mizo Lumu's vision blurred.

At this time, he calmed down instead, waiting quietly for the tester to press the switch again.

If only I can remember...

The electric current stimulated his brain, a kind of itching gradually turned into pain, so that his brain had a painful feeling of being exposed and being mixed in by people.

Mizo Lumu screamed in pain, his bound hands and legs were tight, and he struggled subconsciously, but he couldn't even break away from the belt at this moment, having forgotten how to use his strength.

"Increase the current." Matsunaga, who had found nothing again, gave the order without expression.

The person in charge of the laboratory next to him did not refute, and it was the same when he nodded.

After he signaled, the experimenter inside increased the stimulation of the electric current.

This pain has increased exponentially, and Mizulumu's whole figure is like a stranded fish, trying to struggle, but is firmly bound by the strap.

Until this pain reached its extreme.

Who the **** is me?

"You are a puppet." A voice suddenly sounded, that voice was cold and majestic, like some kind of superior existence.

After that, a fragment of memory flashed through his mind.

A person who was wrapped in darkness stood in front of him, unable to see his true face.

And behind this figure, a phantom flashed away.

The ditch Lumu in the memory suddenly turned his head, and saw a giant behind him-Dark Mephistopheles.

"The dark game begins..." This is his voice...

"Ah!!!" In the sharp voice, he saw that he aimed his gun at an innocent person who was crying in fear, and behind him was a hideous and terrifying monster.

He saw himself shooting, and saw the girl asking for help slowly falling to the ground...

Then he heard the voice again.

"You are a puppet, a... tool." At the end of the voice, there was a mocking muffled muffled voice, mocking the many crimes he had once been controlled by the darkness and committed.

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