Su Yuxi looked around curiously, and a faint smell of disinfectant and traditional Chinese medicine permeated the air.

It's less of a secret base and more of a medical laboratory.

The place is large, and the wall cabinets above are equipped with many spotlights, illuminating the items on them clearly.

It contains countless medical books, various sophisticated test tube instruments, various medical instruments, silver needles and herbs, and many medicinal liquids filled with colorful liquids.

The walls are covered with complex medical diagrams and data analysis charts, each one showcasing that this is a mysterious and hopeful medical world.

In the very center of the room stood a strange steel chair, to which were connected many instruments and a chain as thick as an arm.

The chain was still stained with untreated blood, and under the cold incandescent light, it gleamed with a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine at a glance.

Such a thick chain could easily hold a giant elephant.

Who would be sitting here?

She clicked her tongue twice, looked away, and continued to survey her surroundings.

My gaze swept over the items on the wall cabinet inch by inch, finally settling on a yellowed, plain notebook.

Su Yuxi reached out and took the notebook down, gently stroking the slightly mottled cover with her fingers. Judging from the wear and tear on the surface, its owner must have read it frequently.

She randomly flipped to a page, wanting to see what was inside.

Upon opening it, what greets the eye is a long passage of somewhat immature text.

It turned out to be a diary.

The first entry is dated September 8th, which is also the diary's owner's birthday.

Today should have been a happy day, but the weather was overcast, just like his gloomy mood.

He recorded on it that he had another nightmare.

I was imprisoned in a small room, surrounded by cold walls, with no light, no sound, and complete silence.

The only sound was his rapid breathing.

He was terrified and cried out for help, but no one paid him any attention.

He didn't know how long he had been locked up until he cried until he couldn't cry anymore, couldn't make a sound, and was so hungry that his whole body was weak. Finally, someone let him out.

The scary uncle carried him to his mother, who told him that as long as he cooperated with the injections and medicine, he wouldn't be locked in the little house.

He didn't want to be locked up again, so he had no choice but to cooperate.

He was given countless injections every day, and the medicine flowing into his body brought him endless pain. He resisted and didn't want to be injected anymore.

But if he wasn't beaten, his mother would whip him, starve him, and throw him into the crocodile pond so he could watch as the crocodiles devoured a huge wild boar.

That bloody scene, like a nightmare, played repeatedly in his mind every day.

He hoped his father and grandfather could save him; he didn't want his mother anymore.

How terrifying.

Su Yuxi's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as she ran her fingertips over the words on the paper. The words were brief, and some of them were written crookedly in haste, as if she wanted to sweep away the fear.

Although the records are very simple, every stroke of the pen carries the notebook's owner's endless helplessness and despair.

He desperately cried for help in fear, but only silence and indifference answered him. No one could save him, and he could only struggle in the abyss.

The second entry records March 8th of the following year.

That day, he overheard his grandfather's conversation, and those words were like cold, sharp blades, severing all his fantasies about the future.

He knew his body could never return to normal, and they couldn't save him. They could only try to use medicine to suppress the rewritten genes in order to prevent him from turning into a beast and prolong his life.

Or perhaps it's delaying the time it takes for him to go berserk.

He didn't want to become a monster; he wanted to escape, desperately wanting to get away.

But the world was vast, and he didn't know where to escape to.

Finally, he chose to curl up in the trash can, hoping that the stench would mask the blood in his veins and prevent anyone from discovering that he had turned into a monster.

But he was found soon. His grandparents didn't scold him, they just looked at him with self-reproach without saying a word. When he woke up the next day, he saw that his grandfather had half of his hair turned white.

He realized his mistake and dared not run away again, obediently accepting the injection and medicine.

After reading these descriptions, Su Yuxi's heart trembled, and a feeling of tenderness welled up inside her. She thought about how scared he must have been back then.

The next entry records a timeframe only one month after the previous incident.

The owner of the diary realized that his personality was slowly changing. He used to be obedient, intelligent, and the good child in the eyes of all parents.

But now when he sees those people, he only feels that they are hideous and ugly. They are too noisy, and they annoy him. When he gets annoyed, he feels an inexplicable urge to tear them all to pieces.

And he really did tear a dog apart with his bare hands. He used to love small animals, but now he personally ended the life of an innocent little dog without any remorse.

At that moment, that life seemed like an ant to him.

Damn it...

Damn it...

After regaining his senses, he felt horrified and disgusted with himself for becoming cruel and indifferent.

The next chapter is about how he found that his body was very uncomfortable and weak during the day, and he couldn't even get a glass of water. He thought he was going to die. Actually, he thought it would be good to die, because he wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

However, things didn't go as planned. That night, the excruciating pain surged back like a tidal wave. He thought it was the end of his life, but to his surprise, his body miraculously recovered.

His frail body underwent a complete transformation, becoming strong and indestructible. The only thing that remained unchanged was the persistent pain.

Every day that followed, his body was subjected to relentless torment, his darkened soul wandered endlessly in the night, and he lived each day in an abyss of agony, torn apart by flames and ice...

Seeing this, Su Yuxi basically confirmed who the notebook was about.

There were too many records, and time was tight, so she was only able to browse through them selectively, and it would take her a long time to finish reading them all.

She sighed. It was very impolite to peek into someone else's diary, so after thinking about it, she put it back where it belonged.

Then he took down another book that was placed next to him.

This book is filled with data.

The thing on it looked like some kind of scribbles; she couldn't understand what it meant at all.

The cunning weasel, who had been sneaking around, jumped onto her shoulder and took a look.

To be honest, it can't understand it either, but it can understand some of the pictures on it.

"The image above shows a comparison of two genes, right?"

"I heard before that this man's genes were supposedly rewritten, injected with some ancient genes, but I don't really understand." Its memory is limited, so it's already quite good that it can remember these things, and it's normal that it has been a long time and it has forgotten them.

Su Yuxi frowned: "Genes? Alterations?"

That's why his health fluctuates?

Su Yuxi continued flipping through the notebook, but she couldn't understand anything at all. After looking at it for a while, she felt it wasn't very interesting, so she closed the notebook and put it back in its original place.

"Didn't you say it was your first time here? I see you're fiddling around like this, it doesn't look like it's your first time."