"Yamada-kun, what are you doing?"
Xu Fan answered Yamada's question in broken Japanese.
He clenched his fist, intending to have a heart-to-heart talk with Yamada.
However, what Yamada said next made Xu Fan a little unsure.
“You don’t need to pretend anymore. I’m a good friend of Takeshita-kun from the same village. I can recognize his scent even if he were reduced to ashes.”
Yamada spoke slowly and deliberately in broken Chinese.
Although his face had gradually decayed due to the erosion of time, Xu Fan could still see the determination and sincerity in his expression.
"So, what do you want? To expose my identity to your superior?"
Xu Fan concealed a bayonet in his sleeve. He slowly approached Yamada, calculating the opportune moment for his fatal blow.
Yamada had that sincere expression.
"No, you misunderstand. Although I am a soldier of the Japanese Empire, I am a pacifist."
I don't want any more killing and bloodshed. I only wish to end this farce, return to my hometown, and ascend to heaven to become a Buddha.
To express his goodwill, Yamada raised his hands above his head.
Xu Fan and Yamada hid in a secluded corner of the underground laboratory.
No one would even notice this place.
Xu Fan remained skeptical.
"I cannot trust the promises of a dead person."
“I swear by my own god that there is absolutely no lie.”
Yamada looked so anxious he was almost in tears, and he started using the foundation of his reincarnation as collateral.
Xu Fan also knew some about Japanese culture and knew how formal it was for a Japanese soldier to swear an oath with his own god.
"Alright, I'll give you a chance. Of course, if I find out you're lying to me, I won't hesitate to kill you."
Xu Fan's words were threatening, but Yamada didn't take them seriously.
"I'm willing to do anything to end all of this."
After putting his gear back on, Yamada began to explain to Xu Fan how terrifying the underground laboratory was.
"This is the underground laboratory of our 44th ward, which was also the place where our Japanese Empire used to conduct human experiments."
Xu Fan and Yamada walked through another passage, bypassing the neon commander's line of sight, and headed towards the core of the laboratory.
On the way, Yamada introduced the situation here to Xu Fan.
"Back then, I was also a young doctor with ideals and ambitions, and I was sent here as an intern."
I initially thought that the hospital wards established by our Japanese Empire were helping the local people get medical treatment and were doing a good deed.
However, I found things to be getting stranger and stranger.
Many patients with mild symptoms were sent to ward number 44, and then they never came out.
We explained to the patient's family that the patient had suddenly developed a malignant infectious disease and needed to be cremated immediately.
However, in reality, we discovered that they carried a special virus.
This virus can, it absolutely can.
Yamada paused deliberately at this point in his sermon.
The more Xu Fan listened, the more his brows furrowed, but he still urged Yamada to continue.
"This virus can be made into a biological weapon!"
"What?"
Xu Fan was both shocked and furious after hearing this.
“Those patients were secretly detained by us and used as living culture vessels for the virus.”
Cluck cluck cluck, cluck cluck cluck.
Xu Fan knew that was all in the past, but hearing it now still made him so angry that his teeth were grinding.
Yamada sighed softly.
"I didn't want to stay here any longer. This isn't a hospital; it's hell, a slaughterhouse!"
Later, a leak occurred in the laboratory.
Everyone, including the Japanese soldiers and patients stationed here, will remain here forever.
This ward, number 44, has also been permanently sealed off.
Thud—
Xu Fan finally couldn't hold back and punched the wall.
He forcefully suppressed his emotions, which were about to erupt.
He growled, "Is this your excuse?"
What did those Chinese patients do wrong?
What crime have they committed?
Why can't they rest in peace even though they're already dead?
Even if they all become spirits, will the souls of their brethren still have to endure your torment again and again, and even become food for you?
This series of questions left Yamada speechless, and he could only keep bowing.
But even if they say "Sony Marseille (I'm sorry)" a thousand or ten thousand times, it won't help.
The suffering that befell Chinese patients still exists.
Xu Fan can see the information transmitted by his system.
The number of Chinese patients who died is decreasing.
[Number of deceased patients in China: 3688/5000]
It seems that Xu Fan's arrival provoked the Japanese Onmyoji spirits who were conducting experiments.
They accelerated the pace of the experiment, but at the same time increased its risks.
This is why the number of Chinese patients who have died is decreasing.
There is no time to waste.
Yamada could see Xu Fan's eagerness.
His pace gradually quickened.
"We need to speed things up too. The main control console is just ahead. We can use it to release the trapped souls of the Chinese patients who are now dead."
Then they will be free.
"Alright, then we'll settle all our old and new scores together."
Xu Fan began to run forward desperately, creating gusts of wind.
Although Yamada was a ghost, he was somehow lagging behind Xu Fan's pace.
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