Chapter 33 The fellow inmate's exposed skin was almost half-white...
He lay inside the enormous glass chamber, his dark, wispy hair spreading out with the ripples of the transparent liquid.
"Add reagent A-1021 and increase the dosage."
Linka was adjusting the equipment, speaking casually.
“Doctor…” The lab technician drawing the reagents looked up in disbelief, his tone hesitant, “The subject hasn’t received any ISET reagents before, except for the initial one, and the first injection is such a large dose…”
“You’re right. It’s really a waste to use such a small dose on such a precious experimental subject,” Linka said to herself, ignoring her assistant’s question, and turned to select from the cryogenic chamber.
There were seven reagents in the low-temperature cabinet, arranged in order of increasing fluorescent blue color. Linka carefully selected one and finally picked up the second darkest one.
She stared at the gleaming needle tip, a somewhat neurotic smile spreading across her face, revealing her gleaming white teeth. "This one... is barely acceptable."
Linka returned to the control panel and pressed the button for the lifting platform. The glass cabin roof slid down silently, revealing Ms. A's wet face to the air.
Linka injected the entire potion into Her carotid artery, ensuring nothing was missed. The fluorescent blue liquid, seemingly alive, flowed along the woman's bluish-purple veins, gradually merging and combining with her.
Linka closed the glass capsule, crossed her arms, and leisurely observed the situation inside:
One minute after the injection, a viscous, dark liquid gushed from Woman A's body, gradually filling the entire cabin.
His body was submerged by the dark waves, and his pale, ordinary face appeared and disappeared amidst the ebb and flow of the waves.
However, if you look closely, you will find that it is not a dark, dull liquid, but an illusion created by a large number of extremely tiny tentacles curling and intertwining.
The jet-black tentacles constantly intertwine and recombine, absorbing and reversing, in an endless cycle.
Linka's deep gray eyes were filled with darkness, her frenzied emotions churning and swirling. She gripped the edge of the control panel tightly with both hands, her fingertips turning white from the force, and she muttered incoherently.
"This is the real, entirely new genome..."
She snatched the control panel from her assistant and began frantically and obsessively taking notes.
...
Pei Qing woke up in a daze, and casually pressed her temples, which were throbbing a little.
"Um?"
The perspective has changed somewhat.
At this moment, a completely different new world appeared before her eyes, similar to a scene formed by thermal imaging. The energy fluctuations on each person were of different colors, and her perspective was no longer two-dimensional, but three-dimensional.
Pei Qing could even clearly sense the activity patterns of the people in the adjacent room, separated by only a wall, including their current emotional state.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but the scene before her remained even as she closed them. It seemed that this perspective wasn't based on her eyes, but rather on her mental power.
Could this be the change that comes from the enhancement of mental strength?
Everyone has spiritual power, just at different levels. I've heard that some people with exceptional spiritual power and physical constitution also possess special abilities.
I don’t know when I leveled up. The welfare center doesn’t have any advanced equipment for testing mental strength.
She only had a general idea of her mental strength during her health monitoring, and knew that it should be at least level D, but she didn't know the specific level.
However, Pei Qing had always felt that she was no different from others, and that she was probably just an ordinary person, around D or C level.
But this time was different. She clearly felt the difference in the world of mental power. Pei Qing had once read posts by people with mental power levels above B out of curiosity, and the strange feelings they described were very similar to what she was experiencing now.
She roughly estimated that her current mental strength level should be around B-grade, which was truly unexpected and a pleasant surprise.
Wait a minute, Pei Qian tapped her head, which had been clouded by joy. Her mental energy slowly returned, and her normal vision returned. She cautiously observed her surroundings. No, this layout looks so much like a prison.
The room is a square box, with the top and front and back walls made of some kind of transparent material, and the part separating it from other rooms is a solid white wall.
The remaining side has a very prison-like appearance, which is also a major feature that Pei Qing used to conclude that she might be in prison:
The walls have clear upper and lower boundaries. The upper part is a railing that occasionally flashes with blue-purple electricity; the lower part is a semi-transparent frosted material. This kind of life with no privacy can only be done in a prison, right?
The room contained a simple bed and an excrement device, which was blocked off by a half-person-high frosted glass partition, showing some humanity.
Huh? Why are there two beds in this room? Does she have a fellow inmate?
However, Pei Qing frowned and looked around. Where was everyone? She couldn't see a single person.
Just then, the bracelet vibrated, and Pei Qing realized that a bracelet had been put on her right hand, with the number E-1073.
Unable to understand, Pei Qing shook her head, not caring much. Since she was already here, she decided to let it be. She calmed herself down and started browsing the information displayed on her bracelet.
"All personnel in Zone E, proceed to the cafeteria for food immediately. You have 30 minutes."
? !
There's a time limit for getting food? That's outrageous!
Cursing inwardly, Pei Qing's legs still ran honestly. She had already noticed that the electricity on the door stopped working the moment she received the notification, and the door lock opened automatically, which meant that the timer started from the moment she received the notification.
We don't know exactly how many people are in so-called Zone E. If the numbering means quantity, there are at least a thousand people here, which means there is a very high chance that they won't be able to get food!
Pei Qing gritted her teeth, and before she knew it, she had overtaken most of her fellow inmates who were running. They were all looking at her in surprise, thinking that this newcomer was running so fast and that they should speed up too.
Thus, before Pei Qing was fully aware of the prison's operating system, she had already become a competitor for upstream resources.
What Pei Qing didn't know was that shortly after she left, the indicator light above the door, which had been off, suddenly flashed twice, and then one of them slowly lit up.
In the corner of the room, a small, thin figure gradually emerged. He closed his eyes, hugged his legs, and curled up tightly in the corner, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
As if never having seen the sun, her corpse-like pale flesh covered her slender frame, and her thin waist, like a broken bow that would snap at any moment, stubbornly held on.
The boy's face was plain and ordinary, but his common features combined to create a unique charm. A small, bright red mole under his eye, like a bloodstain that had not been wiped clean, added a touch of brilliance. His black hair was loosely draped over his neck, and at first glance, he seemed completely unremarkable.
His body trembled violently as if in fright, with tiny brownish-green scales repeatedly climbing up to his face and then retreating to his neck. The color of the scales also changed repeatedly, sometimes turning into a pale white close to his skin, and sometimes into a bluish-white like his clothes...
Finally, the boy gradually calmed down, his eyes slightly opened, and his deep brown vertical pupils, belonging to the reptilian class, rolled around twice. His nictitating membrane opened and closed, and in an instant, his scales completely covered his body, and his slender figure slowly disappeared once again.
The indicator light flashed twice and then went out.
Pei Qing rushed to the restaurant, only to find that there were hardly any people there. Her speed seemed to have increased considerably, though she wondered if it was due to her improved mental strength.
Not far away, a few people with reserved seats slowly composed themselves, their laughter fading. They were dressed as usual, and if it weren't for the bracelets on their wrists, they might be mistaken for not being in a prison.
"The newcomer is quite good, he came really quickly..." The leading female B sighed almost imperceptibly.
The people nearby immediately understood and called out to the two others. The three of them walked aggressively toward Pei Qing.
Pei Qing stood blankly in front of the two windows. Why were the words on the two windows different?
Also, what are credits? Aren't things in prison free? Why does the menu here say 10 credits per serving?
Pei Qing touched her head, somewhat bewildered.
Just then, she noticed a few people walking towards her and quickly greeted them with her signature smile, "Hello, I'd like to ask, what are these credit points? How do I get them? Also, why are the words on these two windows different? What's the difference?"
The group of people who came looking for trouble stumbled a couple of times. Wait, what's wrong with these people? Can't they see that they clearly have ill intentions? And they keep asking questions, asking and asking, are they out of their minds?
Seeing that the other party did not answer, Pei Qian assumed that they had not heard her clearly and took a few more steps closer.
The person opposite him involuntarily felt his legs go weak, and his face showed a look of horror. What, what, what's going on? Why is this newcomer so oppressive! He hasn't even shown his spiritual form yet, but he can't help but feel his heart tremble.
The man swallowed hard, not daring to press his advantage any further, and hurriedly said, "Credit points are like the currency used in prison. You need credit points for eating, showering, washing clothes, and so on. And then..."
Waaah, I can't go on... This female A's oppressive aura was just too strong, and the person closed their eyes and fainted.
Pei Qing blinked in confusion. What happened? Why did she suddenly faint? If she fainted, at least explain it first.
Pei Qing wanted to ask more questions, but before she could speak, a group of people rushed into the restaurant. She quickly dodged, missing her chance, and could only watch regretfully as the person returned to their seat.
She sighed and sat down to the side. She had just arrived today and didn't have a single credit point. Would she be unable to afford food?
Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulder, and a cool, refreshing scent wafted over her. Pei Qing looked up and saw a snow-white figure.
The person was sitting in a wheelchair, with a white blanket covering their lower body and bandages wrapped around their upper body. Only their neck and face, near their chin, were exposed.
Her exposed skin was so white it was almost translucent, her eyes were covered by a layer of silk ribbon, and her lips were a very light pink.
Pei Qing had assumed his hair would be snow-white, but upon closer inspection, she discovered that his hair was an extremely pale, almost white, blue color, like ice.
He looked like a glass or ice sculpture, fragile and easily broken.
"You're new here, so you don't have any credit points. Let me help you earn some."
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