Chapter 306 Obtaining the Key
An administrator picked up the syringe from the tray, and thankfully, in the few seconds that Bell had interrupted, Sheen had seen the label on it—a stabilizing agent extracted from the alien object.
For these people, monitoring all the data on the experimental subjects was incredibly easy. However, the changes were too rapid, the dreams countless, and they were frantically devouring and digesting each other until the final surviving "nightmare" was born. In other words, within their seemingly peaceful bodies existed a kingdom teeming with various species, which could only be analyzed using expensive instruments and genetic agents.
Bell lay on the bed expressionlessly, turning her head to look at the ceiling.
Sheen then turned his gaze over—and then noticed that in just a few seconds, as if some kind of insect had grown out of the wall, countless protrusions appeared, increasing in number and constantly wriggling.
Just then, the instruments next to the two of them suddenly sounded an alarm, followed by another one, this time with an even sharper sound.
The entire experimental area descended into chaos.
"Damn! How did he suddenly wake up!"
"Was that box of inhibitors not refilled?"
"Use Stabilizing Agent No. 7 this time, and hurry up!"
"Increase it to 300 ml. The normal amount is no longer effective. Don't even bother with a few milliliters. It's definitely useless. The fact that he woke up at this point means he already has drug resistance... Increase it directly to 100 times."
"Get him injected right away, don't worry about side effects—he might be going to mutate."
Soon, people ran to the medicine cabinet. Sheen was puzzled and thought to himself that if he took everything inside, these idiots would be in big trouble.
Sure enough, the person entered the password, opened the cabinet door, and found nothing inside.
"Damn it, where's the medicine?!" he screamed. "Are there any other stabilizing medications?!"
"Materials room, right? 7 Stabilizing Agent, bring me as much as you can, quick! A test subject has woken up!"
"Received! It'll be delivered right away!"
Just then, Bell moved.
She passed through the restraints like a phantom, then slowly walked to the door without a sound.
The indicator light on the wall-mounted landline phone lit up, and someone inside the lab was still shouting, "Hurry up! We need medication delivered!"
Less than a minute later, the person outside opened the keypad door, and a manager in a white coat rushed in carrying a metal box.
The man seemed frozen in place, not seeing Bell approaching him, lost in the prison woven from various dreams, just like those alien beings confined to fixed positions.
Bell naturally reached out and took the medicine box.
Sheen realized what this was—the imperfectionist trait. The guy had activated his ability long before they even entered the area. If she didn't open the cabinet first, they would only get the eight vials of medicine when they did. But if she stayed and let this farce continue, the administrator, having failed to find what they were looking for, would request reinforcements, and then… just like now, they would get more stabilizing drugs.
She watched as Bell took the first-aid kit, and said to the man with great satisfaction, "Thank you."
While they were talking, some of the administrators attacked Roy.
They took the inhibitor as a backup and plunged it into his carotid artery, sharp and steady.
That demeanor was nothing like her previous gentle elegance; her every move exuded a sinister ruthlessness, a desire to see you die right now, and a complete lack of hope for life. Sheen thought, "How extreme. There are quite a few people like this in Eoubs. They feel neither their own existence in the world nor are they moved by the suffering of others. They have no compassion, no reason to, and perhaps no humanity at all. At least, under the control of layers of genes, the creators wanted to bury that thing forever."
However, a strangely thin hand rose up and firmly grasped the needle.
The "final boss" on the operating table opened his eyes and sat up straight.
The next second.
All the surrounding instruments went into data corruption, and large human faces appeared on the walls and ceiling. At this moment, they did not look like ordinary building slabs at all, as if this place was naturally composed of human facial features.
The mutated creatures hidden inside quickly died, becoming empty shells, but then new ones were born.
Some hideous and deformed monsters crawled out from the deep, ravine-like skin of human faces, quickly turning into pale, empty shells. But in an instant, new ones of the same kind crawled out, only to die again before they were fully mature.
All 27 administrators knelt on the ground, their skin beginning to age, clinging to their bones. The entire laboratory was decaying—the instruments, walls, tables, chairs, and beds were all aging, and a putrid smell filled the air. Their pale skin twisted and contorted, the old fading away, new growth forming dense, repetitive patterns of aging.
For a fleeting moment, Sheen saw a huge, distorted face appear on the ceiling, howling, before vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Bell also stared in that direction, his eyes cold and indifferent, showing no reaction.
“Bell,” she called out.
"Hello."
"Are you fucking spacing out?!"
Sheen called out three times before the person turned around, as if waking from a dream, realizing that he was still in Sunset Hill.
She shook her head, walked straight up to Sheen, looked at her helplessly, and asked, "Why are you handcuffed?"
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