Chapter 168 Lu Chan the Young Girl 2
The impact of Chenlong pronouncing the name "Lu Chan" to the girl with the air of a female student was even greater than when I discovered that I had been transported to this kind of terrifying game arena.
Who did he just call "Lu Chan" to? Was it really that girl, or someone around her? Unfortunately, Lu Youxun wasn't nearby, and everyone's eyes were focused on the girl as Chen Long spoke. Now I really don't want to admit it, but I have to: it seems everyone here thinks that girl is Lu Chan.
The Lu Chan I remember is a very clear male, absolutely not a female, and a young girl at that.
However, if I had to speculate based on the fact that what is happening right now, then I could only speculate that Lu Youxun's biological sex was changed by researchers during the cruel human experiments conducted by the Humanitarian Department, and that he underwent quite elaborate plastic surgery from head to toe... No, the time period right now should be when Lu Youxun was first brought to the Humanitarian Department.
So, Lu Youxun was originally a young woman who was transformed into a young man by the Humanitarian Affairs Department? That shouldn't be the case. Zhu Shi knew Lu Youxun before she was captured by the Humanitarian Affairs Department, so she should know the truth, but she has never mentioned such a thing to me, let alone shown any strange attitude in front of Lu Youxun.
Or was Zhu Shi deliberately putting on a natural conversation to save face and save Lu Youxun's mood? No, my mind is a mess. It's better not to think about it too much for now.
I suddenly have a strong urge to teleport myself back to the Luoshan office to ask Zhu Shi and Lu Youxun what the truth is, but I'll hold back for now and focus on observing the current developments.
For the sake of convenience, from now on I will continue to refer to the Lu Youxun I know as "Lu Youxun", and the girl in front of me as "the girl Lu Chan".
"You traitor, you finally realized you were looking this way?"
The strange man looked at Chenlong and let out a cold laugh.
The young girl Lu Chan finally spoke. Her voice was quite young, revealing a hint of immaturity, but her tone was quite mature: "There is no need to talk to him. He has already been brainwashed by the Silver Mask."
"I've said it many times, I haven't been brainwashed, this is all my own choice," Chenlong said calmly.
“Betraying friends, betraying colleagues, betraying the organization… even betraying family and mentors, and joining a crazy organization that treats us demon hunters like guinea pigs, using any means necessary, devoid of conscience, hiding in the shadows all day long…” The young girl Lu Chan stared at the other person disheartenedly, “Tell me, if a demon hunter like you, with a kind heart and passion, does such a thing, what else could it be but being forcibly enslaved by that silver mask over there?”
"It's because you can't even see things like this clearly that you're tied up there now, Lu Chan," Chen Long replied, seemingly ignoring the question.
I was also quite concerned about whether he had been brainwashed, so I observed him carefully. Unfortunately, the real world isn't an anime or a comic book; brainwashed people don't show obvious signs of their mental state, such as "their eyes lacking luster."
At the same time, I also used heat perception to probe. When my target was someone at the Great Completion level, my heat perception had difficulty penetrating his body; but if this were truly the time period two years ago, he should have been at the Completion level, and my heat perception could probe him.
Then, I suddenly realized something was wrong.
His body seemed to be protected by a powerful magical force, and my heat perception could not penetrate it. At the same time, he suddenly frowned and looked around suspiciously. I reflexively withdrew my senses.
Seeing Chenlong's suspicious behavior, the silver-masked doctor asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"
"...It's nothing, it's just that my wound is aching, like someone touched it," Chenlong said.
"These are burns you sustained while on a mission outside, aren't they?" Dr. Silver Mask said knowingly.
"Yes. Although that fire-wielding user didn't understand soul attacks at all, the flames he released seemed to have soul attributes. My soul was slightly affected, and it still hurts now." Chen Long touched his right arm.
"That's because you never use Shadow Binding from the start," Dr. Silver Mask said.
“If you always rely on that kind of thing, your skills will decline,” Chenlong said.
"It's because you have this kind of thinking that you got hurt. No matter how powerful a move is, if you don't have time to use it, it's as good as not having it at all."
Dr. Silver Mask shook his head first, then said to the "guards," "Send these people to their usual rooms. As for this child... lock him up there for now, but don't hurt him."
After saying that, he left with Chenlong and the other three researchers.
The cross that bound us began to move forward again, with the "jailers" surrounding us and accompanying us.
I analyzed the results I had just perceived, as well as the conversation between Chenlong and Dr. Silver Mask.
Although it differs from my initial speculation, Chenlong is now undoubtedly at the "Great Completion" level, displaying the same level of anti-sensory power as when he fought me last time. And the "fire ability user" he mentioned to the Silver Masked Doctor is undoubtedly me; his wounds are injuries caused by my flames.
Isn't this two years ago? Why is that strange man acting like Chenlong just betrayed Luoshan and Lu Youxun? And what's with that girl Lu Chan who seems to have just been captured by the Humanity Department?
Before long, we, the test subjects, were escorted to the designated detention location. It was still a corridor. The "guards" took out iron keys, opened the iron doors on both sides, and pushed the crosses binding the test subjects inside one by one.
I could also see the room behind the iron gate. It looked like a torture chamber, filled with all sorts of torture instruments stained with putrid blood, from rusty saw blades to torture chairs covered in spikes. There was even the "Iron Maiden" that I had only seen in books before.
Some rooms were empty, while others contained test subjects and "researchers"—the latter were called researchers only because they wore green surgical gowns and caps. Each of them was burly and obese, their bluish, rotting faces concealed by blue masks, and they held blood-soaked torture instruments in their hands.
The "prison guards" first entered the blood-soaked, putrid room, then dragged out the remains of experimental subjects who had been tortured beyond recognition, while in the distance, the sounds of human screams and cries could be heard from time to time.
The demon hunters bound to the crosses looked extremely grim.
Some of the "prison guards" struck up conversations with the researchers next to them: "How's the experiment going? Is it going smoothly?"
"What's going smoothly or not? We're still in the trial and error phase, and we don't know when we'll see results," the researcher replied casually. "We're going to have lunch first and will be back later. We'll leave things here in your care for now."
The researchers who emerged from behind those iron gates have now left.
I found everything happening here utterly incomprehensible. Experiment? Trial and error? Results? Their conversation felt like a bunch of lunatics taking over a mental hospital and playing a game of human experimentation. What did the torture instruments in the room have to do with scientific experiments? Was torturing the Witcher their experiment?
I have heard that in the early, more primitive stages of human civilization, medicine sometimes resembled brutal torture, but this is not ancient times. Even if scientific research on witchers and supernatural powers is bound to differ from ordinary science, and might even seem unorthodox, it shouldn't be this crude and insane, right?
Perhaps I need to re-examine my situation. When everyone around me seems mentally unstable, maybe the one who is truly mentally unstable is not the people around me, but myself.
Could there be something wrong with me? I'm not joking; I'm seriously investigating this issue.
As I was pondering this, the cross I was standing on was pushed behind one of the iron gates, which then closed, and I heard the sound of it being locked.
The room was dark, and the floor remained a network of overlapping wire mesh, with faint glimmers of molten lava and intense heat emanating from the gaps. If one listened closely, one could hear sounds reminiscent of an ironworks.
Through the dim firelight, one could vaguely see countless torture instruments hanging inside the room, and occasionally hear the eerie sound of blood dripping from the instruments onto the floor. The half-baked lighting only added to the chilling atmosphere.
I need to decide what to do next.
Firstly, I'm not good at stealth operations inside enemy strongholds; secondly, I lack the necessary direction and clues for my operation. After much thought, I decided that instead of getting bogged down in this, I should just take action. Even if they discover I've escaped, it doesn't matter; we can just start fighting.
Just as I was about to break free from the restraints of the cross, I suddenly heard the sound of a key unlocking the iron gate. I stopped moving and waited quietly for things to change.
The iron gate opened from the outside, and a researcher wearing green surgical scrubs and covered in blood walked in.
He had a writing board tucked under his left arm, with several dirty sheets of paper clipped to it.
"We meet again."
After casually closing the iron gate, he turned around and made a somewhat familiar sound.
"Are you the senior researcher who spoke with that silver-masked doctor earlier?" I deduced.
"Oh? You do have a good eye for people; you even remembered me wearing a mask." The senior researcher's voice was cold. "But now, it's my turn to ask you questions."
He walked up to me, picked up the writing board, and looked at the information on it.
"Zhuang Cheng, male, twelve years old, lives in Xianshui City, and attends Xianshui City New District Experimental Middle School..."
He solemnly recited information that, apart from his name, gender, and city of residence, was completely unrelated to me, and finally said in a threatening tone, "...This is you, isn't it?"
(End of this chapter)
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