Chapter 248 A Deadly Situation
Sunset Hill, coordinate point 3.
Similar to the hall where they used to process their residence permits, this place was also a service point—a sign outside the door explained that they could provide any service a resident needed, whether ordinary or special. The space was quite large, and the layout and decorations resembled those of a government agency.
Sheen parked the car, told Bell to wait patiently inside, and then went in with the new ID card. Although the woman was a complete madwoman, at this moment, she had a feeling that this guy was actually quite sane, at least obedient, and wouldn't run around causing them a lot of trouble. He wasn't stupid enough to be that bad.
The entire hall was very quiet and the environment inside was very clean, a reflection of a harmonious world. The receptionist was very handsome, as if he had been 3D modeled, and his expression was also very vivid. With a gentle smile, he asked her what kind of service she needed.
The services they offered were varied, but when listed together, they presented a menu template that was very concise and clear—it was just that the Nightmare Points suffixes gave Sheen a headache. She sighed again that the residents living in these tunnels were all rich kids, and the prices were ridiculously high, simply incomprehensible.
Therefore, she had no choice but to keep flipping through the pages, thinking that the further she went, the more difficult it would be to deal with the service fees.
The person who greeted her was still smiling and kind, telling her that because she was a newly registered resident, she could obtain a considerable amount of Nightmare Points by leaving a genetic sample, which could then be exchanged for a lot of essential food and resources.
Sheen immediately refused. "Leaving a sample? Are you kidding me?" she thought. She didn't want to leave herself, covered in deformed organs, wriggling around in the snow at the entrance of this godforsaken place after she left. It was disgusting.
Although it was an unavoidable route, as Belle had said, they had to pass through these coordinates, but Nightmare Points were an indispensable means of survival, so she avoided all the entertainment options on the menu as much as possible, such as "Alcohol Paradise" and "Food Paradise," which looked like they had ill intentions.
Sheen turned to a page labeled with the contents of the experimental test. It said that they would use Nightmare Points to gather some residents, on a voluntary basis—these people would participate in the experimental test, and the process would be very safe—it looked just like the truth.
"If you want to leave Sunset Hill, you will also need to pay points at the exit."
The person in charge of the meeting reminded them of this.
Sheen sighed. She had considered using the same methods to rob someone, but the risk was too great. Given Bell's bastard mentality, they didn't need to cause too much trouble.
Finally, she found a self-service item worth 1,500 Nightmare Points—the experimental site was nearby, and she wondered if it would be dangerous. Sheen hesitated for a moment, estimating that the amount of fuel needed to explore the entire Sunset Hill would definitely be more than 30 liters. Heaven knows how big the place is, so this reward was already very good.
If it's dangerous... she could handle it no matter how dangerous it was, and at least the receptionist didn't show any signs of distress; her smile was calm and even sweet. She was so professional, as if she were an invincible warrior, capable of solving any customer's request.
The other party readily provided the receipt, swiped her ID card into the database, and told her some precautions, such as which place to enter from. This reminded Sheen of the seemingly polite but actually pretentious attitude of the powerful and influential people she encountered every time she came to the branch of the continental base for inspection.
"Sunset Hill welcomes you back anytime. We hope you enjoyed your visit."
Before leaving, the receptionist told me something else—if she didn't need to have her genetic sample extracted, the police officers there would be very hostile, so if she encountered any difficult situations, she could ask them for help.
Sheen was puzzled; the other person was giving her an expression that seemed to know where she came from, which was quite strange.
"We have hosted many activists, and we thank you all for your contributions to the future of humanity."
She felt a chill run down her spine and rushed back to her car, driving in the direction the man had indicated. She then discovered a very detailed location map on the back of the document, which was incredibly thoughtful.
It read: Sunset Hill Test Area - for a simulated nightmare version.
I don't know what it means.
The journey ended quickly. Sheen stopped the car, opened the door, and got out. The air in this place was very murky and lifeless, with no signs of life, and no flowers, trees, or plants.
She observed for a while, then returned to the back seat—and pulled open the door. Bell was curled up in the back seat, fast asleep again—that bastard could really sleep. Sensing someone opening the door, the person woke up and looked up blankly.
“It happened so suddenly, we have to participate in a service program to earn Nightmare Points,” Sheehan said. “Of course, you’ll have to come in with me.”
Bell stared at her, his eyes wide with astonishment, looking like a frightened, mentally challenged child. Sheen continued patiently, "Listen, I didn't actually plan to take you, but I thought about it carefully on the way. The dangers hidden here are as chaotic and complex as you described. There aren't just genetically mutated monsters, but perhaps even gods with special abilities. Like your conceptual ability, so we have to go together and take care of each other."
Belle stared at him blankly, seemingly unaware of what he was saying. Sheen felt a wave of suffocation and pulled her out.
Then she pulled the ace operative toward the service point entrance—there was a card reader there, she swiped their ID cards, and great, the door opened immediately.
The scene inside is revealed: ...it's an elevator with no buttons or screens; the only operable feature is a card reader.
"That's so convenient," Sheen thought, before having to swipe his ID card again and go inside.
The elevator swayed a few times before starting to descend. Belle, who was being held by the hand, looked completely bewildered and didn't understand what was going on. She felt a little regretful, thinking that perhaps she shouldn't have brought this madwoman in.
After a few seconds, Bell suddenly asked, "I understand, so what kind of experiment did you choose?"
Sheen stared at her for a while, then handed the receipt to the other person. The person glanced at it and immediately said, "That's great, you chose a very difficult test."
The director of the mental hospital stared at the diagram on the paper, laughed maniacally, and said, "Thanks to you, we're about to die here."
"We won't die, you idiots." Sheen rolled her eyes. Having been in Eoubs for so long, she had never actually encountered a situation where she was certain to die.
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