Just as he was about to try opening the door to sneak out, he faintly heard something happening outside, causing a slight commotion.
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I'm just a small fry, it's enough to do my job honestly, anything else has nothing to do with me, I've already done my best.
He repeated these words in his mind over and over, trying to hypnotize himself, but the more he wanted to forget something, the harder it was to forget.
For the past few days, Hassan always hovered around the 38th floor, using the excuse of checking explosive collars to spy on the condition of those children.
Blood tests, drug tolerance tests, physical sensitivity tests, emotional tests...
Round after round of tests continued on these children under ten years old within just a few days.
Screams of agony tortured by severe pain, laughter provoked by drugs, and the tolerance level of neurons to electric currents
