Chapter 3 Chapter 3 The Truth Behind the Lies

Thomas was speechless. After hearing so many lies, he knew this time that what he had just heard was the truth.Put together with the recent experience, there are many clues.He, and probably the other Gladers, and everyone in Group B, are immune to the Flare.That's why they were all chosen to stand trial for the burn marks.Every cruel trick, every trick, every grimoire they lay along the way was part of a well-designed experiment.And, somehow, this experiment helps WICKED find a cure. Now the doubt can be solved.Not only that, but the revelation of this truth also brought back his memory, which sounded familiar.

"I can see that you believe me," said the Ratman finally, breaking the long silence, "as soon as we find people like you, that is, people who have been implanted with germs but have no symptoms, we will be there for you." Find the best and the brightest in the middle. That's how WICKED was born. Of course, some people in your experimental group are not immune, they are just used as a control. You have to have a control group to compare Thomas, That way all the data makes sense." That last sentence hit Thomas, making his heart sink.Who didn't... Of course the question wasn't asked, he was afraid to hear the answer.

"Who isn't immune?" the Ratman asked, raising his eyebrows. "Ah, I think they should find out before you, right? But first things first. You smell like a corpse that's been dead for a week. We'll let you Take a shower and find some laundry." After speaking, he picked up the stack of documents, turned and walked towards the door.Just as he was about to step out the door, Thomas's mind suddenly tightened. "Wait!" he yelled. His guest looked back at him. "What for?" "Back in the Scorched Earth, why did you lie that there was a cure in the cell?"

The Rat Man shrugged. "I don't think that's a lie, by completing the burn trial and getting to the cells, you've helped us gather more data. So there will be cures, eventually there will be cures for everyone." "Then why are you telling me this? Why now? Why have you kept me here for four weeks?" Thomas walked up and down the room, looking at the paneled ceiling and walls, and in the corners. That poor toilet.His bits and pieces of memory didn't fit together enough to make sense of all the strange things that had happened to him. "Why lie to Teresa that I've gone crazy, become violent and keep me locked up? What's the point?"

"Variables," replied the Ratman, "everything we've done to you has been carefully calculated by psychologists and doctors. To stimulate your responses in the kill zone, where the Flame The Zone of Desire. To study different modes of emotion, response, and thought, to see how they work in the viral realm of your body. We try to understand why a little None of it has a pathogenic effect. It's all about the Kill Zone model, Thomas. Mapping your cognitive and physiological response patterns to build a blueprint for potential therapy, all for therapy." "What is the killing zone?" Thomas asked, recalling vigorously, but he was still at a loss. "Tell me, and I will go with you."

"Hey, Thomas," the man replied, "I wonder, too, that being stung by a Griever doesn't remind you much? The kill zone is your brain, where the virus makes its camp. The more infected the kill zone, People will be more manic and violent. WICKED uses your brains and a few others to help us solve this problem. If you remember, the goal of our organization is clearly expressed in our name: World of Disaster, Killing Zone Experiment Headquarters." The Rat Man seemed to feel good about himself, even very happy, "Okay, you go and wash yourself up. You also know now that someone is watching us, and all actions will lead to consequences."

Thomas sat there, trying to make sense of everything he had just heard.Again, it all sounded so real, made sense, fit with the memories that had come back to mind in recent weeks.Still, his distrust of the Ratmen and WICKED made him skeptical of any of it. In the end, he simply stood there, letting his mind go over these new discoveries, hoping that they could be sorted out by themselves for later analysis.He didn't speak any more, walked across the room, followed the Ratman out the door, and left the white-walled cell. He found himself in a building, and there was nothing outstanding inside.The corridor is long, with tiled floors and landscape paintings on the beige walls: waves lapping on the beach, a hummingbird flying beside red flowers, a forest shrouded in rain and mist, and incandescent lamps buzzing overhead.The Ratman led him around a few turns, and finally came to a door.He opened the door and motioned Thomas to go in.This is a spacious bathroom with storage cabinets and showers along the sides.One of the lockers was open and contained laundry, a pair of shoes and even a watch.

"You have about thirty minutes," said the Rat Man, "and when you're done washing, just sit still and I'll come back to you, and then you can see your friend." For some reason, Teresa jumped into Thomas's mind when he heard about friends.He tried to call her with his mind several times, but there was no response.Although he despised her more and more, the emptiness caused by her departure still floated in his mind like an unburstable bubble.He knew full well that she was a link to his past and had been his best friend.This is the only thing he can be sure of in his world, so it is difficult for him to completely disappear this link.

The Rat Man nodded. "See you in half an hour," he said.Then he opened the door, walked out, and closed the door, leaving Thomas alone again. Thomas didn't have any plans other than to find friends, but at least he was taking it one step further.Even though he didn't know what else was going to happen, at least he got out of that room, finally out.As it stands, a hot shower and a chance to get a good scrub down doesn't sound like much.Thomas put aside his worries and worries for a moment, took off his dirty clothes, and began to get down to making himself human again.