The warehouse suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and all the meat grinders collapsed into pieces at the same time.
When Chen Yao rushed in, she saw Tao Sheng's mechanical heart split into six petals in the golden ripples, and each piece of debris made a roar like a church bell when it fell to the ground.
"It's done!" Suspicious Lu poked his head out from behind the load-bearing column, and the radiation detector in his hand suddenly lit up green.
Zou's henchmen rushed out of Area B with more than twenty dusty soldiers. A small man ripped off his smoking protective suit as he ran, "Boss! There are four tons of compressed energy blocks hidden under the freezer!"
Cheers echoed in the warehouse.
Assistant Feng was handcuffed next to the control console. He suddenly stared at his own shaking hands and laughed strangely: "You have no idea how many tricks Mr. Tao has left..." Before he could finish his words, Suspicious Lu blocked his mouth with a smelly sock.
Mou Xuan slowly slid down to the ground, leaning against the steel frame. His combat uniform had long been covered with blood and ice until it became a hard shell.
Chen Yao tore open the first aid kit, only to find that the double engraving on his collarbone was automatically stitching the wound, and the blue liquid disappeared under the skin as if it was sucked into a black hole.
"Don't touch it." Mou Xuan grabbed her trembling wrist, "Let Analyst Yin take a sample." He looked up and saw the hole in the ceiling of the warehouse. The moonlight was shining through the time-patterned ice crystals onto the pile of corpses - those hands stretched out had turned into fists at some point.
The celebration banquet was held in the air-raid shelter at three o'clock in the morning.
Zou's confidant dug out two boxes of canned beer from somewhere, and Lu, the suspicious one, was squatting in the corner checking the production date on the bottom of each can.
When Chen Yao stuffed the sizzling barbecue skewers into Mou Xuan's hands, Analyst Yin suddenly broke open the iron door and rushed in.
"Captain Mou! This is hidden in the interlayer of the freezer." The metal box in his arms was still emitting cold air, and an Ouroboros pattern was drawn on the lid with coagulated blood.
In the gap between the combination lock and the sound waves, you can vaguely see a brown paper bag with "New Era Proposal" printed on it.
When Mou Xuan used a dagger to pry open the lid of the box, oil from the barbecue skewers dripped onto a document bag, immediately smearing the red words "Population Control Regulations".
Chen Yao picked up the fallen photo, which showed Tao Sheng standing in front of an underground factory, with boxes of supplies printed with the logos of different organizations behind him.
"District 7 was wiped out last week." Lu Suspicious came over at some point and pointed at the gear logo in the corner of the photo. "When their granary appeared on the East Coast black market, I thought it was looted by thugs..."
The cheers suddenly became distant.
Mou Xuan touched the slightly hot mark on his collarbone and suddenly discovered that there was half a piece of silver time pattern stuck on the wax seal of the file bag - exactly the same as the seal of the "Time Ethics Convention" in his father's laboratory.
The old-fashioned chandeliers on the top of the air-raid shelter began to flicker, and the swaying shadows that fell on the ground perfectly overlapped with the projections of the clenched fists of the three hundred corpses.
Chen Yao was about to speak when she was interrupted by the sound of a can rolling.
Everyone turned to look and saw that Assistant Feng had broken free from the ropes at some point and was tearing open a can of luncheon meat with his teeth.
His greasy jaw opened and closed mechanically, and a "click" sound similar to a countdown came from his throat. His handcuffed hands were using canned tin to carve an incomplete time pattern on the concrete floor - a double mark exactly the same as the one on Mou Xuan's chest.
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