Chapter 26
The black-haired boy carried his large violin case on his back and held a small notebook that was extremely rare in this era in his hand. He lowered his head to browse the few lines of small words written on the notebook and slowly blended into the noisy crowd.
He was not lying, he really had work to do when he went out.
"Hey, we're going the wrong way!" A reminder from the terminal came through the earphone. The boy said "um" calmly and turned around to change direction.
The AI was speechless: "Brother, this direction is also wrong."
The Overlord Insect, who was in charge of assassination and destruction, had a very poor sense of direction. He would get lost for half an hour every time he went on a mission. Although it was unbelievable, it was true. Occasionally, he would refute the terminal that diligently served as a navigation system by saying that he had not gone wrong. However, as he walked, he would find that he was getting farther and farther away from his destination.
When the victim is at the end: I’m not kidding, I want to scold you.
"By the way, how many do we need to kill this time? What goals did the priest give you?" The artificial intelligence asked boredly. He didn't expect this taciturn guy to answer him. It was just that the mission process was too boring, so he just wanted to find some topics to talk about.
As expected, the boy didn't answer. He looked up at the road signs to determine the direction. After rushing for another ten minutes, he remembered that the terminal had just spoken to him. He replied slowly, "You'll know when I kill it."
On the other side, the scholar knocked on the door politely, and without waiting for the person inside to respond, he pushed the door open and walked in.
"Hello, Subject 001." The handsome young man in a white coat greeted the pale and trembling girl sitting on the bed. Upon hearing his voice, the girl, who was already in an extremely uneasy state, let out a short, terrified scream like a frightened bird, and crawled to the corner using her hands and feet to hide.
The scholar felt a tinge of irritation, a rare occurrence during his research. High-precision experiments often required extreme calmness and rationality, so his mood swings were minimal. Besides, the only people who could irritate him on a daily basis were his colleagues, and since they disliked each other, they rarely saw each other.
But now he felt really uncomfortable. He looked into her eyes which had become wet with fear, tears streaming down her face. She was sobbing softly, her voice intermittent.
The king insect became even more annoyed, and an urge to tear the other party to pieces spread in his heart.
It's all Shadow's fault. He found a colleague to take the blame, but why did he have to kill people in front of them? How could he cooperate with the experiment when he was so scared?
Dongdong——
There was another knock on the door. The visitor pushed open the sturdy, silver-white composite door and was unsurprised by the rather incongruous scene inside. He brushed aside the white hair that fell from his ear and silently communicated with the scholar on the collective consciousness network: "You can't do it. Let me do it."
The king insect's golden eyes glanced at the other party and made way for him. Come on, come on, if you can do it, go ahead.
He didn't stay in this simple, pure white room for long. He suppressed his anger and went outside to watch the surveillance to see what methods this colleague who specialized in mental power would use.
"Inar, this is your name, right?" The priest had a refreshing smile on his face, his eyes were gentle, and he stood in place, leaving the other party a very safe social distance.
Inar did not answer him. She curled herself up stubbornly and kept silent, with tears streaming down her face.
The white-haired king insect seemed much calmer than the one just now, and his attitude was also gentle. He found a chair nearby and sat down gracefully. Like a peaceful friend, he casually chatted with her: "Do you know, we found some information about the research institute where you were born and wanted to share it with you?"
Perhaps because she mentioned some key words, the girl's voice, which hadn't been wet for a long time, became extremely hoarse. "What's there to talk about? You bunch of demons, you, you destroyed that place!"
Perhaps she was thinking of the beautiful and ordinary daily life she once had, she couldn't help but feel a bit of resentment and hatred, and her crying tone sounded more like she was crying blood.
"How could we be demons?" The King Insect pretended to be surprised, with malicious light flashing in his eyes and his smile looking much more sincere.
He said sincerely, "Inar, do you know that they've been conducting human experiments there? Countless civilian betas have been quietly abducted and turned into half-human, half-ghost experimental subjects."
"You're talking nonsense!" Perhaps it touched the softest part of her heart, or perhaps it was because the Zerg in front of her looked too weak and harmless, looking like he would fall down with a push and posed no threat to her. Inar rarely crawled out from the corner, clenched her fists and loudly refuted: "It's just a rumor, I can also--"
"But," the white-haired young man said, his hair almost blending into the background. The dazzling laurel wreath among his snow-white hair reflected the cold light, "I have evidence."
He casually threw the paper documents that he had prepared long ago, and they landed steadily in front of the girl who was kneeling on the ground.
"Ah, not only that..." As if he had just remembered, the King Bug wore a malicious smile on his face and added slowly: "You have many brothers and sisters."
"Unfortunately, their genes weren't integrated well enough, so they were locked away in the petri dish as scrap. Furthermore, even you, the most outstanding experimental subject, weren't perfect either, constantly suffering from major and minor illnesses. They've become nothing more than your blood and organ banks."
"It's so pitiful, Inar, do you want to go see them? They want to see you all the time."
The girl holding the information widened her eyes as if struck by lightning.
She was already thin, like a malnourished ear of wheat, easily swept away by the slightest breeze. She had been on a hunger strike since her capture, relying solely on nutrients forcefully injected into her body with a syringe to keep her alive. Now, her cheeks were sunken, her limbs were weak, and she could barely stand.
The pair of eyes that were red and swollen from crying became even bigger. The shocking pictures in the information broke her heart. In front of the experimental subject, who showed an extremely painful expression due to failure, stood the female doctor she was most familiar with.
Not to mention the Zerg's murderous and heartbreaking speech, she once wondered where the wailing she occasionally heard late at night and the endless flow of blood that matched hers came from, but in order to maintain her own peaceful and quiet life, she never thought about it too deeply, and just thought that she was worrying too much and having wild imaginations.
But, but, the moment all the evidence was laid out before her, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, and the facade she had been maintaining was shattered.
The research institute really couldn't stand further investigation. There were too many sins committed by her, and she turned a blind eye to them. She showed the most pure and innocent smile to the female doctor who came to visit her, saying that everything was fine and nothing had happened.
"No... I don't want to, I don't want to!!" She screamed with all her might, shrinking into the corner that gave her the most sense of security, "I don't want to see them... I don't want to..."
Having achieved his goal, the priest stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes. He calmly left the distraught Inar in the pure white room, opened the door and walked out. The scholar was waiting outside. When he saw him come out, he applauded him and said, "Very wonderful speech."
"It's just the facts." The White-haired King Insect waved his hand nonchalantly. "Well, she's broken down. She probably won't resist when you do experiments on her from now on."
"Yes." The scholar nodded. "We just have to hurry. The lifespan of a fake is too short. It will die in a few months. Besides, we have to send the person to my mother. Shadow told me that my mother really wants to see her."
"If only Mother was a little more anxious," the priest sighed, "then we could persuade her to come to the main planet. Once she comes, we can do everything we can to keep her here. Mother built this place with her own hands, and we maintain it well. We won't let her down."
The scholar did not comment and called his assistant who was on standby to come over and prepare the experimental equipment.
And Wen Yuxiao, whom they were thinking about, was listening to the gossip with his ears perked up.
The beautiful roommate proudly showed them the contact information she would receive today, a full column, and introduced to this group of inexperienced people the differences and specialties of each male guest. There was one group with handsome looks, one group with good figures, and one group with good temperament. It was like a big fish pond.
After talking for half an hour, the topic changed and Yi Luofei said regretfully: "It's a pity, ever since I met Xiao Wen's cousin, when I look at other men, I always feel that there is something not perfect about them."
To prevent his roommate from being frightened half to death by the King Bug revealing its true form, Wen Yuxiao quickly emphasized, "He really does have a girlfriend!"
Yi Luofei beat her chest and stamped her feet: "Damn it! Why are good men always taken by others first? Where did you find your perfect boyfriends? Give me a link!"
Then the other three singles raised their hands: "Report, no boyfriend."
Speechless, Yi Luofei decided to change the subject: "Do you know that, in fact, omegas from poor families are very miserable? The domineering alpha officers in TV dramas who fall in love with poor and beautiful omegas are all fake. They are rich and powerful, and they will just take advantage of them without any reason."
An Xiaoya is probably the poorest financially in their dormitory, but she works hard because of her extremely expensive hobby, and her family conditions are actually not bad, so everyone is equally ignorant about this topic.
The girls all had the same gossipy nature, and the others couldn't help but stop what they were doing and look at Yi Luofei expectantly.
"A friend of my mother's aunt once saw that poor orphan omega." Being watched by so many eyes, Yi Luofei enthusiastically shared the story with them: "That guy was favored by several alphas, but there was no competition. They even agreed on the time to spend with each other."
"In the end, he was a bitch pretending to be an O. After being exposed, he tried to escape. Those alphas just caught him and tortured him slowly."
Wait, does this story sound familiar? Wen Yuxiao tilted her head. The more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong. "No money, an orphan, plus a disguised identity, and this tragic ending. I suspect you're hinting at something."
The others just regarded this as a piece of gossip of questionable authenticity, and forgot about it the next day after hearing it, leaving her alone lying in bed, unable to sleep, anxious and suffering from insomnia.
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