Chapter 304 Carrier

Bell pushed open yet another door as usual, only to find a cold, predominantly white scene.

She seemed to know exactly where she was going, walking straight ahead, with Sheen following closely behind, realizing they had already left the seemingly normal service area. They were below, entering a passageway that stretched deep into the earth.

Occasionally, a few staff members in gray uniforms would walk by, their steps hurried.

According to the notices and signs on the wall, this is a venue specially prepared by Sunset Hill for the new residents, so everyone here is more efficient and professional.

A middle-aged staff member was on the phone in front of the corridor. Sheen overheard him saying that there were just too many outsiders lately, so the process of obtaining residency status was becoming increasingly cumbersome, and the costs were rising too fast. He added that the leaders who only knew how to give orders weren't even raising their mothers' salaries, which was inhumane. The content was indeed too realistic. Looking at the surrounding rooms, the printing room, and every staff member rushing around, she couldn't help but ask, "So... this place is also a special experimental base?"

“Not really,” Bell said without turning his head. “It’s the result of their voluntary decision to stay, a way for both sides to coexist.”

"What do you mean?" Sheen didn't quite understand.

“It means that everything you see is real, but they exist at different points and are mixed together.” Bell gestured to indicate that she was referring to the entire structure. “As a large forbidden object discovered not long after Eoubs was established, too many operatives were thrown in. This space has also grown larger and larger, requiring nutrients to sustain itself, so it has to trap them, and they… can get anything they want by simply keeping everything normal, and then, like Hera, escape by other means.”

"Since you and she are one body, you can definitely do what that bastard can do."

Sheen strongly suspects that he has been manipulated by his mother.

“She’s absorbed too many nightmares from people in Black Goat Psychiatry,” Bell shook his head, looking somewhat dazed. “So she’s become deformed too. In order to get out—she has to keep consuming those nightmares, and keep going… until she achieves her goal, otherwise she’ll never stop. She hasn’t returned to the real world for a long time, but she’ll leave once she reaches a certain threshold. She’s convinced that nothing has changed in the outside world, that everyone will love her, and that everything will be alright, because she’s one of the few operatives close to A-level.”

"Thank you for telling me a joke even at a time like this." Sheen waved her hand, indicating that she shouldn't do anything weird.

Belle fell silent again. She always seemed lost in thought, constantly calculating something, making her somewhat difficult to communicate with.

They continued forward, the passage resembling a large intestine devoid of any material, revealing only hunger and emptiness.

This is a fucking uncomfortable place.

“When she first joined Eoubs, she came in as a volunteer—yes, like a complete idiot, she just walked into the lab. Hera told me she’d already made up her mind. She was nice to everyone, and they were nice to her because of that… So after all those crazy dreams, it was Hera’s turn to make the decision she’d never even considered before. It sounds disgusting, but think about it. Sheehan, Eoubs is terrifying, but that’s how the world works, and that’s how all the other operatives do it.”

"She knew perfectly well how terrifying the interior of the Mirror of Eternal Dreams was, yet she still walked in, even leaving her own genes with them. She walked in herself, but dragged me into the abyss."

Sheen knew what Bell was talking about—ah, the twin concept, some kind of soul-sharing experiment, Eoubs had done it several times before, and they were obviously very successful experimental subjects.

So Hera spared no expense to stay in the Black Goat Mental Hospital for so long, and used those living people to simulate large areas of buildings, growing instruments, tables and chairs, staff and other volunteers—she willingly fell into the dream and became the experimental subject of Sunset Hill—she built a cage for herself, and then broke her vow and escaped.

You fucking did a really good job, you son of a bitch.

Bell led her into a room and stopped in front of a researcher who was looking down at a data report.

The man was very young, in his early twenties, with short brown hair, perfectly embodying the description of a promising young man.

His name tag read "Main Manager of the New Immigrant Experiment Project." Bell stood next to him, making no move. Sheen knew she was waiting—they needed an opportunity to get the key and pass, and then they could fucking leave this hellhole.

"No good, two more have died."

The man examined the documents in his hand carefully for a while. Then a tall, dark-haired woman came over and said to him, "How was the quality of the batch of return samples I applied for last time? Did you make any samples?"

"Not yet, but Group 3 is already making arrangements and should be ready by 7 p.m. at the latest," the other party replied.

"It's too slow. At this rate, the test subjects will develop resistance very quickly."

"Isn't this also a sign of success?"

"Of course, but that's also troublesome. What we need are completely obedient residents. Those operatives have too strong a will to survive. If a mutation occurs, we simply can't control it."

They then engaged in a series of professional conversations, which Sheen found completely incomprehensible, barely understanding what the two idiots were talking about—he only knew that they were discussing an operative who had recently been sent there. He had initially thought that the guy would soon completely lose his intelligence and become something like the mutant or some other deformed monster in Test Site 3, but he had actually managed to maintain a human way of thinking and had developed many new abilities as a result.

So the two of them were eager to know when the lucky person would collapse if the experiment continued, and what valuable data they would obtain in the process.

The conversation ended quickly, and the male administrator continued walking forward with the data report in his hand.

He arrived at a door marked "Special Control Experimental Subject," swiped his ID card, and then verified his iris information—the door slowly opened, and he went inside.

As before, Bell immediately reached out and blocked the alloy door, then slipped inside, with Sheen quickly following.

The space here was even larger than what they had seen at Test Site No. 3, brightly lit, with the sounds of countless experimental instruments echoing throughout the area. Sheen had seen most of the equipment here at Eoubs, but there were some completely unfamiliar devices.

Although the place is very large, there are only 27 administrators in total, both men and women.

"You've come at the right time. The carrier for the new dream has been delivered, and we're about to begin the experiment," one of them said to the male administrator who had just entered the room.

"You'll definitely feel like you're dreaming... because the compatibility of that medium is terrifying beyond words," someone muttered.

Sheen bypassed Bell and saw the experimental subject on the operating table in the center.

Then I was completely dumbfounded.