The man had already passed away. Chu Guodong reached out and touched him; his body was indeed cold and stiff. He didn't know how long he had been dead, yet he was still suffering this torment.
"Captain, this person seems to be one of the people we're looking for," Zhao Rui said anxiously when Chu Guodong entered without speaking.
Chu Guodong looked at the face on the sickbed and indeed it looked familiar.
If Chu Guodong remembered correctly, this person should be one of the missing people from the village outside the Liancheng base. Unfortunately, they arrived too late; some had already left this world forever, and it was unknown how many were still alive.
After searching the room thoroughly, Chu Guodong and Zhao Rui found a lot of experimental notes, which were full of records of the atrocities committed by Zhang, the experimenter. Many of the experimental methods were beyond what a normal person could bear and were outrageous.
They didn't have any suitable tools at the moment, otherwise they would have loved to burn all of this.
They packed up all the lab notes and the computer used for the experiments and took them with them. Chu Guodong and Zhao Rui didn't leave anything else behind either; they smashed everything they could.
As for the things to be taken away, they must be destroyed at any opportunity outside. These contents cannot be made public, otherwise, who knows how many psychopaths will be inspired to rebuild such a horrifying laboratory.
Not only Chu Guodong and Zhao Rui thought this way, but the rest of the people also unanimously chose to smash it.
Hearing the sounds of smashing and looting coming from all directions, Zhang, the lab technician, was heartbroken. Those were his hard-earned memories. His years of effort had been destroyed in an instant. He hoped these "demons" wouldn't find his lab notes; as long as they remained, he would have a chance to turn things around.
"Write quickly, don't get distracted!" Lin Cheng pressed the gun hard against the head of Zhang, the lab technician who was mourning his hard work, urging him not to waste time.
As Zhang, the lab technician, moved his pen, more and more content appeared on the blank paper, revealing a complete structural diagram of the underground laboratory, highlighting the entrances and exits of the underground laboratory and the purpose of each room on the B2 floor.
By the time Zhang, the lab technician, finished his last stroke and handed the paper to Lin Cheng in a fawning manner, the others had also finished exploring the lab and emerged from their respective rooms.
"That's all, that's all," Zhang, the lab technician, said to Lin Cheng in a trembling voice.
He was heartbroken that his years of experiments had been destroyed, and at the same time, he was worried about his own life.
"Hmm," Lin Cheng replied indifferently, taking the paper with one hand and quickly glancing at it, seemingly confirming that it was no different from what they knew.
Seeing that Lin Cheng didn't seem to have noticed his little tricks, Zhang, the lab technician, felt much calmer.
"I... I really told you everything I knew. Please let me go. I wasn't in charge of much, really. I'm just a bit senior and have spent a lot of time in the lab."
The lab technician, Zhang, pleaded in a trembling voice, hoping the person in front of him could persuade the others to spare his life.
"Please, I... I still know who's backing this lab. If you don't kill me, I'll tell you."
"You have no bargaining power now. You can only tell everything you know. The more valuable your words are, the more useful your life will be."
“Otherwise, even if I don’t kill you, you wouldn’t want to live with missing limbs, would you?” Lin Cheng threatened.
"I," I said.
"Back before the apocalypse, I needed the professor's signature for something, and I overheard him talking on the phone."
"It was the first time I'd ever seen a professor act so humbly on the phone."
"I immediately thought that the person on the other end of the phone must be someone important. The professor has always been proud; he had never been so humble, not even when facing the mayor of Liancheng City at the time."
Before the professor hung up the phone, he heard the professor say ingratiatingly to the person on the other end, "Mr. Yan, don't worry, I'll take care of it."
A few days later, Assistant Liu appeared around the professor, and their lab began to undergo changes. The experimental materials became increasingly strange, and everyone's experimental direction was forced to change.
It wasn't until the apocalypse arrived and the laboratory was officially converted into a human testing facility that they realized those seemingly familiar experimental materials were actually taken from human bodies.
Some of his colleagues disagreed with conducting human experiments, and he never saw them again the next day. Out of fear, he acquiesced to the change and dared not resist.
As the experiment progressed, his former colleagues gradually went mad, and some even committed suicide because they couldn't bear the various aspects of the experiment. As a result, he is now the only "old-timer" left in the lab.
The rest of the people were a group of like-minded people invited by the professor and his assistant Liu after the apocalypse, or people like him who were initially tricked into coming but later could no longer let go of such experiments.
Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao returned to their room and overheard Zhang, the lab technician, talking. The title "Young Master Yan" caught their attention. If they were not mistaken, there was probably no other person in the world who could be addressed with such a title.
Gu Yanzhi hadn't expected that the two greatest torments she suffered might have come from the same person. Indeed, in her past life, Gu Qiang hadn't so easily gotten involved with such a secretive laboratory; someone must have given them guidance.
After everyone gradually gathered back in the room, Lin Cheng handed the paper in his hand to Chu Guodong. Seeing Chu Guodong nod, he gently pressed the trigger in his hand, ending the life of Zhang, the lab technician.
The items they found in Zhang's lab filled a large black garbage bag. Zhao Rui and Gu Yanlin dragged the garbage bag to the door of Zhang's lab, then walked with everyone to the next room and gently knocked on the door.
"Knock knock knock"
The voice that came from inside was very agitated, but it wasn't the voice of the lab technician Liu they had just heard; it must have been his assistant.
"Hello, we're here to collect the trash."
Come in.
The door was opened by a younger-looking person. The young man's hair was as messy as Liu's, looking like a bird's nest. His face was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes. It was hard to tell how long he hadn't rested.
"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian, where's the stuff? Where's what I asked for?" Liu, the lab technician, shouted angrily from inside the room. Upon hearing this, Xiao Qian's assistant impatiently told them to stand there and wait, and quickly took the things in his hand and brought them in.
"Brother Liu, here's what you wanted."
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