Chapter 305 The Unknown Node
The child lay among countless sophisticated and expensive instruments, looking only seventeen or eighteen years old. His skin was unusually pale, and he was very thin. His hair had been shaved to only millimeters in length, and his eyes were tightly closed. His expression was like that of a truant student caught skipping school.
He was covered in tubes, his breathing was shallow, and only the blood-stained bed made his face look even paler.
All the managers looked at him with expressions of satisfaction, admiration, and morbid possessiveness; they were there to serve him.
Roy Anderson.
Like the final boss in a game, it suddenly appeared.
Sheen couldn't understand why she would encounter this plague here. Was it a substitute extracted from a different node? What was the situation in the present? Roy should have already gone to the East China branch to rescue Gore, and besides, this child... only looked like he had just come of age. She suddenly remembered the description of this American Chief Executioner in Eoubs' database, which seemed to indicate that he had indeed come into contact with forbidden objects when he came of age.
You're really something, aren't you? You were only on the job for a few days and you got kicked to the Mirror of Eternal Dreams. No wonder you two brothers have such bad habits, you must have had some trauma before.
The largest instrument showed that Roy's heart rate and blood pressure were at very stable levels. On the tray to the right of the operating table was a folder containing his name, date of birth, and the type of experiment he underwent—dream space control. He was the 1227th subject in this project.
There was a bunch of liability statements and attachments behind it. The boy in the photo was smiling at the camera, looking cheerful and a few years younger than he does now.
Sheen noticed another note—it said that Roy had lived in Sunset Hill since childhood, was a very kind-hearted child, and was also an only child; his father was a postman, and his mother worked at a school. His signature also fit the image of a somewhat immature young man; she could even see that Roy's hand was trembling as he signed it—the note next to it also said that the forbidden substance inside him was very dangerous and advised the administrator to deal with it as soon as possible.
A card by the bedside recorded all the medications he had been injected with. She immediately spotted a picture of the Eoubs inhibitor, with a note indicating that the dosage had been escalating recently.
Of course, all of this was fabricated, with the content being half true and half false, just to tell the child that he had a reason to endure it, that he would spend his whole life in a cold world, honestly playing the role of Experiment Subject 1227.
What trapped him was not these false appearances, but his own promise to Eoubs, just like Hera who had gone mad.
Bell stood outside the crowd, like a ghost that occasionally appeared.
After a few seconds, she suddenly spoke.
"I didn't expect to run into Roy at this point."
"We need medicine, a medicine that only the technology of Sunset Hill can develop."
"That No. 3 stabilizing drug."
Sheen glanced around the room and immediately found the medicine cabinet.
It was placed behind a host of professional instruments, near the corner, just like many pharmacies you've been to, with a metal cabinet and a semi-transparent glass door, but it was locked.
Sheen walked over, but stopped halfway and turned to look behind him.
A hallucinatory scene flashed by, and in that instant, she seemed to see a swarm of insects with human faces emerging from all around her, rushing towards her like madmen.
Bell remained standing at the edge of the crowd, his figure thin, his eyes devoid of emotion as he stared at her.
“Why the hell are you being so scary?” Sheehan said.
“.
"What the hell?"
Sheen paused for a moment, feeling a little uneasy, and quickly walked to the medicine cabinet—it had a combination lock on it.
At the same time, she realized what those numbers meant—the date Eoubs was founded.
Click.
The medicine cabinet door opened.
Several administrators were having a heated discussion about whether or not to add a few more test subjects when they suddenly stopped—everyone in the experimental area stopped talking and turned to look at Sheen.
Your mother is dead.
She immediately cursed in her mind.
The once lively room suddenly fell silent, with only the beeping of various instruments remaining.
“We have to get the drug, but that also means… they can influence us now,” Bell said, explaining the consequences of that situation.
"Of course I can tell!" Sheen grabbed the things in the cabinet, not caring whether they were real or not, and stuffed them all into his pocket, about eight of them.
Based on any dangerous situation she had ever encountered before, since things had come to this point, it was always best to take everything that needed to be taken.
At the same moment, the building's caretakers all smiled at the two of them.
The warmth and gentleness that Sunset Hill had instilled in it have appeared.
"You two must be new residents. I'm sorry I only just discovered you." One of the women, who was acting as a receptionist, said with a smile, "Oh dear, this is really sudden. I haven't even looked at your information yet. I've probably been too busy with work lately, so there's been a slight delay. Anyway, welcome to the Sunset Hill Experimental Area."
Two more male staff members smiled and said, "Welcome, welcome! You must have finished the check-in process, right? Please come with us, we're short-staffed right now."
Sheen glanced quickly at Bell—the B01 remained motionless, his expression still calm, but he turned his gaze to Roy, looked at him for a while, and then said, "Someone will help us solve this."
So, listen to them.
"Otherwise it will be very troublesome."
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