Under One Person: The Forbidden Files of the Magician

Chapter 29: Zhang Chulan's Howling and Wailing!

villa,

The second basement level.

Under the cold, operating lights, Zhang Chulan was wearing only a pair of shorts.

They lay on the large metal workbench like fish on a chopping board.

His entire body was covered with needles thinner than a hair, and his limbs were firmly fixed in place by metal braces.

He was covered in thorns, looking just like a hedgehog.

These syringes are connected to bottles and jars on the shelf next to the operating table.

Colorful liquids were being continuously injected into his body through these tubes.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan

They have perfectly played the role of "voluntary" guinea pig in Lu Xiaobai's experimental course.

As for why he was so obedient?

Zhang Chulan's eyes involuntarily drifted towards the corner of the laboratory.

There were several white, obviously old skeletons piled up there.

He swallowed hard: Today has been so tough for me, sob sob sob~!

"Um... Zhang Chulan,"

The Minister of Magic stood by the control panel, his voice as gentle as if he were coaxing a child.

But the message was anything but gentle: "Next... it might hurt a little, so you have to bear with it."

Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat.

His face was filled with the horror of "You call this 'a little'?"

The Minister of Magic adjusted his newly made magical glasses and explained earnestly:

"Hmm... these well-mixed nutrient solutions should now be slowly permeating your body through your blood vessels."

"Next, we'll increase the delivery volume a little..."

"Slightly?" Zhang Chulan had a bad feeling.

"Hmm... about ten times." The Minister of Magic's tone was as relaxed as if he were saying "add a spoonful of sugar."

"Then comes the crucial step,"

The Minister of Magic continued in that tone of "we're doing some really interesting little experiments":

"Wait, you need to use your own 'Qi' to harmonize and, ideally, completely dissolve these specially treated nutrient solutions!"

"Finally, these real nutrients will improve your physical body! That will definitely make you stronger... um, I guess so."

"Shouldn't I?!"

Zhang Chulan's voice changed tone, and he suddenly widened his eyes.

"Xiaobai! This isn't your first time doing this experiment, is it?! No way, no way?!"

The Minister of Magic was visibly taken aback by his question.

His gaze flickered.

He subconsciously glanced at Lu Xiaobai, who was expressionlessly operating the instrument beside him, then quickly shook his head, the gesture so exaggerated it seemed like he was trying to cover it up:

"No, no!"

"This is definitely not the first time! We have...we have theoretical basis for it!"

Zhang Chulan's heart sank instantly, and he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"So... is it too late for me to regret it now?"

His response came from the side of the control panel, where Lu Xiaobai himself cast a death stare comparable to the Siberian chill.

"Hmm...you're right..."

Zhang Chulan completely resigned himself to his fate.

She smiled but two tears streamed down her face, yet she still stubbornly struggled to ask one last question:

"Then... how long do I need to release this Qi?"

"This process... should be over soon, right? After all, this nutrient solution looks expensive, and it would be a waste to use too much."

Upon hearing this, the Minister of Magic

He rested his chin on his hand and started to seriously estimate.

A few seconds later, he gave Zhang Chulan an extremely "reassuring" smile:

"Mmm! Don't worry, there's plenty of nutrient solution!"

"As long as you can hold on! Hmm... an hour should be enough, right? If not, we can add more!"

Zhang Chulan was on the verge of tears: "Well, I really have to thank you, waaaaah!!"

"You're welcome, hehe!" The Minister of Magic said in a cute way.

Feeling the piercing coldness from dozens of needles pricking his entire body, Zhang Chulan let out a final, weak moan:

"Little White...really..."

"Can't you really use some anesthetic? Really... not even a little bit...?"

"No, that won't do!" The Minister of Magic said firmly, his tone even carrying a hint of grievance, as if Zhang Chulan had made some unreasonable request.

"Because you need to be able to clearly perceive every slight change in your body so that you can give us timely feedback and make adjustments!"

"Especially when the Qi begins to dissolve those nutrient solutions..."

"It'll hurt a lot, right? Ten times the amount... ouch, it'll probably hurt way, way, way..."

He seemed to have thought of something terrible.

He shrank his neck.

But then they immediately straightened their backs and announced in a "we're so considerate" tone:

"But don't worry! To prevent you from fainting from the pain, we've prepared a special magic spell to keep you absolutely conscious!"

"That way you can keep describing your feelings to us without any hiccups! How about that? Aren't we incredibly thoughtful?"

Zhang Chulan was already in tears.

Using the last ounce of strength, he responded with utmost "sincerity":

"So thoughtful...so considerate...waaaah~!"

"Let's begin, just bear with it for a moment!" With a gesture from the Minister of Magic, Lu Xiaobai, in his true form, pressed a button without any expression.

suddenly,

The Minister of Magic seemed to have thought of something and reminded Zhang Chulan:

"By the way, Zhang Chulan, you absolutely must not stop releasing your Qi, otherwise the nutrient solution will burst your blood vessels. Keep it up, I believe you can do it."

The instant he finished speaking,

Before Zhang Chulan could react.

The flow rate of the liquid in those bottles and jars visibly increased dramatically!

"Ugh... Ahhh—!!!"

"Too many! Xiaobai, there are really too many!"

Then,

The entire vast and empty underground experimental field,

I was completely ignited by a scream so piercing it could shatter eardrums!

The sounds were high-pitched, desperate, and filled with inhuman suffering, rising and falling in a very vivid and evocative manner:

"Ouch—! My arm! My arm is going to explode! Stop! Stop it now!"

"Ugh—! My legs! My legs feel like they're melting! Help!"

"No! I really can't take it anymore! I'm going to die! I'm really going to die this time! Xiaobai! Grandpa Lu! Please! Don't add any more!"

"Grandpa! Mom! Help me—!!! Someone please save me—!!!"

……

Outside the villa, at the entrance to the staircase leading to the basement.

Xu Si had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, while Xu San frowned.

Feng Baobao munched on potato chips, while the intelligence minister, carrying a bucket of popcorn, slowly walked downstairs.

"Xiao Bai, where do you think Zhang Chulan and the other two 'you' could be training right now?"

Xu Si blew a smoke ring.

He looked around at the overly quiet basement level.

"There's no one inside. Could it be that they found it too cramped here and ran out to have some fun? If there's no one downstairs either, then that's definitely it."

Lu Xiaobai, the clone, didn't respond.

He merely curled a smile of anticipation at the corner of his mouth, popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth, and chewed it with a loud crunch.

The connection between their souls allowed him to be fully aware of what was happening below.

Xu San pushed up his glasses, his tone filled with worry:

"Logically speaking, this should be the time to give Zhang Chulan special training."

"If we were to actually conduct a real-world operation in the basement... those precision instruments..." He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Xu Si felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of Lu Xiaobai's terrifying rage when he saw his beloved equipment destroyed.

"Wow... that scene is too beautiful to imagine."

As they were speaking,

They had reached the heavy metal door on the second basement level.

The door opened silently, and faint sounds came from inside...

Ok……

The indescribable howls, as if being slowly tortured, were interspersed with extremely specific groans from "body parts".

"Oh?"

Xu Si laughed, grinning as he smoked a cigarette.

"They really are here! Judging from the noise, they've been practicing really hard! Calling for their parents, it's quite a spectacle!"

He clearly mistook it for the painful screams of some kind of extreme physical training.

The group followed the sound.

Walk towards the innermost, separate "operating room".

The closer you get, the clearer and louder the sound becomes, and the more directly it strikes your soul with its pure pain and absurd lines.

"It's melted! It really melted! My leg is gone!"

"Grandpa Xiaobai! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please have mercy! There was too much nutrient solution!"

"Mommy! Mommy, save me—!"

When Xu Si and Xu San finally reached the door, they could see the scene inside through the observation window.

Zhang Chulan, shirtless and covered in tubes, writhing and groaning on the control panel, and Lu Xiaobai beside him, one with a serious expression taking notes and the other with a blank expression operating the equipment.

And when they truly heard the heart-wrenching, detailed plea for help—which included details of explosions and melting, and even confused seniority—they understood it perfectly.

The cigarette dangling from Xu Si's mouth snapped shut with a "pop."

It fell directly onto the gleaming floor, sparks flying everywhere.

Xu San's facial muscles froze instantly, his glasses slid from the bridge of his nose to the tip with a "whoosh," and he was completely petrified, as if he had been frozen in place.

The air seemed to freeze.

Only Zhang Chulan's voice, piercingly powerful and tinged with tears...

"Grandpa! I see it! I see you and Great-Grandma waving at me!" The voice echoed in the deathly silent corridor.

Right here, which makes your scalp tingle,

A background sound so powerful it would make any bystander question the meaning of life.

Feng Baobao, who had been quietly munching on potato chips,

His large, clear black and white eyes stared at Zhang Chulan's "on the verge of death" appearance.

He glanced again at Lu Xiaobai's true form inside, his face cold and his aura extremely low as he operated the instruments.

Suddenly, in her characteristically flat and emotionless tone, she clearly interjected:

"Zhang Chulan...you're screaming so pitifully, did you...really break the machine?"

She tilted her head.

The tone carried a reasonable speculation.

"Xiao Bai... looks... his face is very dark, like a broken machine."

This seemingly innocent and logically sound question made the silence at this moment seem even more profound.

The intelligence minister, who was holding a bucket of popcorn, happened to pop a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

Upon hearing Feng Baobao's brilliant speculation, he chewed a few times, and a smile of anticipation instantly bloomed on his face, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably as he tried to suppress his laughter.

He glanced inside and saw that the faces inside were indeed blacker than the bottom of the pot.

It exudes an aura of "keep away, strangers."

Then use an indifferent attitude,

With a relaxed tone, even carrying a hint of fanning the flames, he slowly and confidently replied:

"Hmm... judging from the noise and their expressions, it should be."

"Crunch." He chewed another piece of popcorn.

The sound, accompanied by Zhang Chulan's desperate wails of "I can't take it anymore! It's going to explode! It's really going to explode!", sounded particularly pleasant.

"..."

Xu Si looked down at the still-smoking cigarette butt on the ground.

He stiffly looked up again at the hellish scene inside the observation window.

Then look at Feng Baobao next to her, who has a "Baby is just giving a reasonable analysis of the scene" look on her face.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the intelligence minister beside him, who was happily munching on a bucket of popcorn and delivering a perfectly timed sarcastic remark.

Xu San's hand was still frozen in mid-air.

He remained in the position of trying to adjust his slipped glasses, his eyes behind the lenses filled with a sense of shock and bewilderment at how crazy the world was.

Clearly, his brain's CPU had dried up and was practically smoking.

At this moment, only three magical sonatas remained in the corridor on the second basement floor:

Zhang Chulan's vivid description of his body parts about to "explode" and "melt" and his heartfelt call to his elders.

The crunching sound of Feng Baobao chewing potato chips.

And the Minister of Intelligence crunching popcorn and acknowledging that "the machine is broken."

As for Xu Si and Xu San

They were completely transformed into two weathered statues filled with the ultimate philosophical questions: "Who am I? Where am I? What kind of magical realism story is this?"

Xu Si even forgot about the smoking cigarette butt at his feet, until a faint smell of burning came over...

Oh my god...