My Boyfriend is a Monster

Chapter 1

    In June 1944, in the 731 secret military base, a strange thing happened in the living and dead body dissection department. After a Chinese person was injected with unknown serum and bacteria, his body suddenly reacted violently, and the The mutation caused eight technicians in the research room to be dismembered, and five of them died of bloodshed with their limbs broken.

    The lieutenant general of the army suppressed the matter secretly. He had a premonition that Japan would be defeated, and there was no way to recover. I was afraid that the spread of this matter would have an impact and the consequences would be heavy. After thinking for a few days, he decided to dispatch a detachment first, and secretly would mutate. The race was brought into the deep mountains for strict detention and probation, and pathological technicians were sent to follow them to do detailed research and records.

    To this day, Du Xiuran still clearly remembers every detail of that incident, because that incident and that man changed the fate of his life...

    That memory seemed to be a tumor attached to the nerves, and it had already become him. A part of the body that exists forever and cannot be removed.

    Even if there is a distance of an era in the future, it is still buried in his heart like a seed, and he does not know when it will quietly emerge from the ground and reappear!

    At that time, Du Xiuran's name was not Du Xiuran, but Zhou Wei.

    Because of the rush of time, the Japanese army sent into the mountain only built a temporary residence in the mountain, and temporarily imprisoned the mutant in a natural cave

    . Thatched hut, looked up at the sky, then wrapped the thin cotton jacket around him with his hands, and walked out, letting the cold autumn rain outside drip on his neck, causing goose bumps after waves.

    On the way, he picked up a large leaf and carefully covered it on the small wooden barrel of the leftovers, so as to prevent the rain from falling in again.

    In fact, there was only a small amount of polenta in the bucket, and the clear soup was even more evident with the rain, and when I lowered my head, I could see people.

    Walking to the front of the cave, the Japanese guard in charge of the guard looked up and down at Zhou Wei, and then sneered at the tip of the thorn to pick up the leaves on the barrel and looked inside.

    "Baga Yalu, this porridge imperial army does not allow Diga to live." After the Japanese guards finished speaking, they kicked the porridge in the bucket with one foot. Immediately, most of the corn porridge in the bucket flowed out and scattered on the ground. Once poured, the corn kernels are even more pitiful.

    Zhou Wei kept his head down and didn't make a sound. After the Japanese guard started to pour some more rainwater into the bucket, Jie Jie laughed twice, took out a white medicine bottle from his trouser pocket, unscrewed it, and poured half a bottle into the bucket. Some things like lime powder were scattered on the side of the bucket. When he saw this, he directly took the spear and stirred it a few times in the bucket. Seeing that the powder was dissolved in the soup, he retracted the gun in satisfaction and waved his hand: "Okay, Take it in and Diga live, hurry up!"

    Zhou Wei nodded and bent down to lift the wooden barrel, lowered his head and walked into the cave.

    The environment of the cave is very humid, the light is very dark, the cage made of solid iron pillars with the thickness of the arm, and the continuous dripping of rainwater seeping on the rocks, is particularly harsh in the silent cave.

    The man's clothes were tattered, with dried blood on his body. He lay stooped on the corner of the stone wall. After entering the mountain, he had gone crazy three times, almost twisting the iron pillars, and there were still potholes on the pillars near him. The traces of being distorted, the Japanese military technicians still can't find out the reason for his mutation, but found that giving too little food will weaken his strength, adding a chemical agent to the meal will make him confused and help. Japanese military technicians were better at taking blood for research.     Even weak, with the last eruption, he still ripped to death the technician who was taking his flesh with a blade, so for many days no one dared to enter the hole and harass him again.     Zhou Wei stopped beside the iron pillar, the man probably heard his footsteps, raised his head slightly, his messy hair was still stained with withered leaves, and his red eyes stared at him with a kind of beast-like blood.     Zhou Wei didn't dare to look at it again, so he hurriedly lowered his head and used a scoop to make porridge. In fact, he had seen the strangeness of this man. His fingernails could jump out half a foot long in an instant. For such a person, he was still full of fear.     What was fed to this man was not a normal person's bowls and chopsticks, but a specially made utensil for him, an iron spoon with a long handle. .