With a flick of her finger, Wu Yue conjured a golden homing bird, which flapped its wings twice and flew into the depths of darkness. Where its tail landed, it left behind wisps of pale golden powder.
The light illuminated the dark mountain path, sweeping away the lingering gloom.
The two quickly followed.
The stone steps were covered with fallen leaves. With each step, a rustling sound was heard, and the dust kicked up by the wind swirled and clung to the shoes.
After walking for about half an hour, an iron gate covered with vines came into view.
The pathfinders scattered, turning into specks of dust.
The faded paint on the iron gate, along with a few scratches and traces of wind erosion, blended together to create an almost abstract aesthetic. The lock, a rusty reddish-brown, was crookedly fastened to the gate. The gaps at the bottom of the gate were filled with fallen leaves, and the sides of the gate connected to the mountainside, making this gate appear like a piece of Jiuquan jade embedded in the mountain.
Upon receiving the signal, Tie Zhu rushed to the door lock with speed faster than the wind, pried at it a couple of times, and the rusty lock instantly broke in two, smashing to the ground.
"Creak—"
The iron gate slowly opened. The moment it opened, a strong smell of medicine wafted out again, even more unpleasant than before.
This was a laboratory, covered in dust and cobwebs. Although the dust was pungent, Wu Yue actually liked this smell, which resembled that of a basement warehouse or parking lot, and didn't find it offensive. Just like she liked the smell of ink and books.
Upon entering, the laboratory lights automatically turned on, casting a dim yellow glow accompanied by the crackling sound of aging circuitry. The sound of records drifted from somewhere, accompanied by the faint, indistinct tones of traditional opera.
The cabinet contains many files, categorized and hidden behind glass.
On the desk lay a stack of notebooks, their edges yellowed and showing the marks of time. The notebooks had rough corners and a musty smell. The first one had a red "Secret" character circled around the top.
Wu Yue, who had stopped in front of the table, called out, "Cuihua~"
The little cutie excitedly rushed over to turn the page.
Five words were written hastily on the yellowed title page.
The words on the paper were in a foreign language, so for convenience, the system automatically translated them into Mandarin that Wu Yue could understand.
—List of test subjects
Turning to the first page, the handwriting was somewhat blurry, but the content was still legible.
We recruited three volunteers and eight prisoners in Lingyan Village. Yes, we gave them a second chance at life.
Yan Chiyu walked over to Wu Yue and saw the same contents of the notebook. The two of them frowned at the same time.
Turning the page further down, this is what was recorded on the paper.
Test subject number 1087, Hao Jian'an.
Two people died on the first day of the virus injection. They were thrown into a pit.
Hao Jianan, five-day record of his condition after receiving the virus injection.
Day 1: Fever reached 39 degrees Celsius.
Day 2: After the fever subsided, an allergic reaction occurred all over the body, with red spots appearing.
Day 3: Loss of appetite, headache, dizziness, and vomiting may occur.
Day 4: Blood beads appear on the body.
Day 5: At 11:43 PM, death occurred.
...
After reading the record, Wu Yue and Yan Chiyu felt a chill run down their spines.
They didn't know what happened a hundred years ago, but they recognized the name Hao Jian'an.
That's the village chief's name, the one who would carry a hoe to do farm work in the morning and call them to have breakfast with a smile.
There are several notebooks filled with such testimonies, not counting those in the cabinet.
The subjects of the experiment were all villagers from Lingyan Village... If we were to really count them all, the names of everyone in the village would probably be recorded, and they would all become subjects of the experiment.
"These invaders actually used the villagers as live subjects for experiments..."
Wu Yue gritted her teeth, her almond-shaped eyes filled with rage. She trembled with fury at these horrific, inhuman crimes.
Not to mention that Lingyan Village is just one of the test sites, what about the heinous crimes and victims that are not presented to them?
"Although it's true that the strong prey on the weak and that human nature has changed, those people aren't heartless; they're just inherently cold-blooded and ruthless." Yan Chiyu wasn't a kind person, but even he felt indignant when faced with such a situation. His fists clenched until they turned white; if the two of them hadn't restrained themselves, this place would probably have been razed to the ground right then and there.
After a while, Yan Chiyu's emotions calmed down a lot: "Tiezhu, Cuihua, put these things away and hand them over to the police when we get out."
The two paper figures nodded obediently and quickly tidied up.
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