Chapter 649 Quarantine Plant
The information we got from Su Xue and Lin Ziyu was that Yin Qi did not give them any information before he disappeared.
The place where her last signal disappeared was also in this ruin, and the same was true for Xia Yue.
"Is there no secret passage or hidden door?"
Li Muhan asked.
"No." Lin Ziyu sighed.
"We have also been searching for secret passages and hidden doors, because Xia Yue's last message was about discovering a rather suspicious secret passage, but we haven't found any hidden doors or secret rooms here."
After Lin Ziyu finished speaking, Su Xue also added: "According to the architectural drawings here and the exploration of the engineering team, this building has never expanded downwards from the beginning, and there is no hidden space inside."
After listening to what the two said, Li Muhan fell into deep thought.
Xia Yue and Yin Qi both disappeared nearby, but why can't we find any clues now?
He walked around the abandoned building several times, but found no other traces except for some discarded medical equipment that had not been moved away in time.
But just as Li Muhan passed a corner, a cat's meow caught his attention.
Li Muhan turned his head and saw a black kitten squatting at the door of a dilapidated ward.
"Meow."
The black cat looked at Li Muhan without any sign of fear. Instead, it called out to him again.
Li Muhan felt something was strange because he didn't feel any scent of the cat approaching him, as if the cat had never existed in the first place.
So Li Muhan slowly approached the black cat, thinking that the black cat would run away, but it just squatted there, gently shaking its tail and looking at Li Muhan.
“.......”
Li Muhan stretched out his hand and slowly touched the black cat's head.
At this moment, countless fragments of consciousness began to penetrate his head.
Screams, roars, anger, roars, fear, and slaughter.
Li Muhan withdrew his hand, cold sweat already oozing from his forehead.
Those were not just memories, but also countless emotions flowing into his body. At that moment, Li Muhan seemed to have experienced the last moments of countless people being killed by something.
"What the hell are you?"
Li Muhan stared at the black cat, and then the black cat slowly stood up, stuck out its butt and stretched.
Then it turned and walked towards the corridor. Standing at the edge of the stairs, it looked back at Li Muhan, as if asking Li Muhan to follow.
"I'm on the third floor now, and there's something going on here."
Li Muhan used headphones to tell Lin Ze and the remaining members of Team 7 what had just happened.
But strangely, there was no response from the earphones, as if some force was interfering.
"Meow."
The black cat called again, and there seemed to be some impatience in its tone, as if saying: Are you coming or not?
Li Muhan had no choice but to follow the black cat.
This abandoned building has nine floors in total.
After demolishing the top three floors, there are now six floors left.
It is not known why the remaining demolition work was not continued, so it has been shelved until now.
Li Muhan followed the black cat's looming figure and came to the fifth floor.
This place has been searched by Lin Ziyu, Su Xue and other executive forces, and some traces left by their investigation can be found.
The black cat walked straight across the corridor and headed into a room.
The room was very dilapidated and the outer walls had collapsed. Li Muhan watched the black cat jump onto a shabby wooden bed and then lie down on it and roll around.
Li Muhan walked to the bedside, reached out and touched the black cat's belly, but was immediately scratched by the black cat.
The black cat's fur stood on end, and it arched its body and breathed at Li Muhan.
"So fierce..."
Li Muhan rubbed his hands.
Then he slowly lay on the ground, because he understood what the black cat meant, that there was something around the bed.
Sure enough, after using his demonic perception to investigate, Li Muhan discovered that a floor tile under the bed was hollow.
After opening it, there was a diary inside.
"Is this what you wanted me to see?"
Li Muhan opened the old diary and looked at the black cat, but the little black cat ignored Li Muhan and just licked its paws.
March 25, 2004. Starting today, I officially became a member of the Mendarosa Children's Rehabilitation Center, an institution dedicated to freeing children around the world from illness and pain. Equipped with state-of-the-art medical equipment and professional pediatricians, the center is equipped.
I am one of them. I am proud to be able to devote myself to such a great international cause. I will devote all of myself to the organization and become the sun that illuminates the children.
This diary was recorded 20 years ago and the recorder is not named.
"Mendarosa... Mendarosa."
Li Muhan kept repeating this name, always feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
On April 25, 2004, more and more children were sent to the rehabilitation center. The professor told us that these children are the hope of the future, and I agree.
Everything here makes me feel full of vitality. The children spend every day here happily. How lucky they are! They were orphans who were supposed to be homeless, suffering from hunger and illness, but now, their faces are filled with smiles. I suddenly feel that what I have done is not enough. I have to work harder for these children.
July 10, 2004. A rather strange girl was brought to us today. She was older than the other children, but only about six or seven. I heard that her parents were murdered by robbers who broke into their home. She hid in the refrigerator, listening to the robbers torture her parents to death bit by bit.
[Poor child, I am her attending physician. Her problem is not just physical, but also mental. The professor has visited this child twice, but he was a little different from usual. He did not encourage the child, but just nodded in satisfaction and left. No matter what, I will definitely make this child better.]
[On August 20, 2005, the child had been taken away by the professor for a week. Although the professor had often had her taken away before, she would be returned soon.]
But this time, I didn't hear from the child for a whole week. I was very worried because I was her attending physician. I asked other doctors and researchers, but they couldn't explain it clearly.
[But I know that some of them are deliberately hiding things from me. I'm a psychologist, and although my main research area is child psychology, I can sense that something is amiss here.]
October 15, 2005. I found it. I found it. I found the problem with the rehabilitation center. I tracked the trucks transporting the meat supplies. I found the missing children.
They were all transported to an abandoned factory. The professor was there, and the child was there too. They put the child in an ice cellar for a whole month. My God, a child stayed in an ice cellar for a month, and she didn't die. But her mental state is getting worse and worse. I have to get out of here. I have to find a way to expose this.
November 8, 2005. The professor spoke to me today... He knew everything I had done, including my plan to secretly contact an organization called the Special Management Bureau. He didn't blame me, but simply told me that those children were our hope for the future.
Their flesh and blood will become the foundation of the future. This, this is wrong. I tried to tell the professor that the development of all life should not be paved with the sacrifice of children. The professor asked me to think it over carefully. I thought about it. I can't leave here. Although I am under strict surveillance now, I can still move freely within the restricted area. I can also interact with some children at an early age. I should be able to help those children in my own way.
"Professor..." Li Muhan couldn't help but frown when he saw this.
He didn't know whether the professor described in the diary was the Moriarty he had imagined, but in any case, the diary should have recorded some very important information.
When he looked up at the bed again, the black cat had disappeared without a trace.
The diary in the middle had not been updated for nearly a year. Li Muhan didn't know what the recorder had experienced in that year. When he saw the next paragraph, it was already 2006.
January 28, 2006, New Year's Eve. I had gradually gotten used to seeing those children come and go. Other doctors thought they were sent to better places or adopted.
But I know full well that what awaits these children is a hell where they will never see hope. Mendarosa is not a paradise for children, but a quarantine room in a slaughterhouse. We are the ones who select them and then transport them to various slaughterhouses. I am not the sun that illuminates these children, but a pair of scissors that cuts off their future with my own hands.
January 30, 2006: Another boy was brought in today. He's very cute, but his personality is a little different from the other children. He's withdrawn, quiet, and has a dull look in his eyes. I originally thought he was an unfitting, defective product, and would probably be abandoned soon.
[But when the professor saw the boy, he showed unprecedented excitement. He hugged the boy, stroked his hair, and whispered in his ear, "You are the best. I will shape you well, child."]
Honestly, I felt a little sick. I just watched it all with a cold eye. I'd only known this kid for two days before I saw him being taken away. They wouldn't even avoid me now. Perhaps I'll be doomed like this for the rest of my life. But... the last time I saw him, the kid said, "Thank you, Uncle. Goodbye."
I suddenly felt that he actually knew all of this, knew what he would face. I... I had to do something... I had to save him, save this child named Li Muhan, no, I had to save all the children...
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