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After confirming a few connection points and their approximate locations, he headed back.

He took a shower in the bathroom and upon opening the cupboard, was surprised to find a couple of

sets of brand new hazmat suits.

Frowning, he instinctively glanced around the room. He hadn’t opened the cupboard when he first

arrived, and he wondered if the suits had been there all along or if the woman had come in later.

The door was bolted, but she surely had a key, didn’t she? He lay on the bed, eyes closed, resting.

The next morning, he donned a hazmat suit, strapped on goggles, and left his room.

Sarah was already at the lab bench, arranging various reagents. Without inflection, she slid a tray

toward him, “Take these outside to the personnel of Specimen 8.”

Ian nodded and took the tray. It held about a dozen test tubes, each filled with colorful liquids.

A thick door separated the core laboratory from the outside. It could be opened from the inside, but

anyone wishing to enter from the outside had to ring the video intercom and wait for Sarah’s

permission.

Ian opened the door and walked over a hundred meters to the central hall. This was the same place he

had seen the night before, with glass test chambers numbered accordingly. He located Chamber 8 and

set the tray down beside it.

Looking up, he noticed the boy from before was inside Chamber 8, lying still just as he had been last

night. From his vantage point above, Ian hadn’t seen the chamber number.

The researchers sighed in relief upon seeing the liquids.

“Doctor finally brought the sedatives. Turn them into gas and pump it in.”

“Hurry up, if he goes berserk, we’ll all suffer.”

Standing aside, Ian watched someone place a test tube into a machine, and the boy in the glass

chamber opened his eyes.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that for a moment, their gazes had met. Like the night before, the boy’s

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Ian frowned, overhearing the researchers, “Strange, he should be losing it by now. How has he been so

quiet since last night?”

“Yeah, I was prepared for the worst. His calm is unsettling.”

They exchanged looks and approached the glass.

The boy, who had been lying down, suddenly stood up, causing the researchers to step back in fear.

Despite the bulletproof glass, they were terrified of him. They had seen him tear a person apart; he was

a monster that couldn’t be viewed through ordinary eyes.

But the boy just stretched and lay back down. Ian watched, and then felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Where are you from? Why don’t you have a badge?”

Every researcher in the hall had a badge pinned to their chest, a point of constant vigilance.

Ian gestured toward the core lab, “I’m with the Doctor.”

As he spoke, he saw Philip approaching in the distance, with a woman by his side. Philip seemed

deferential to her, but the woman appeared to be giving him a hard time.

And now, as expected, the mentor was taking it out on him.

Philip couldn’t lay a finger on what he was thinking, only feeling he was caught between

embarrassment and amusement. Had the mentor favored him because of a fancy for Phil? How young

was he back then? The thought made him feel sick, his hand gradually clenched at his side. Coոtent оf

The position of base chairman was covetable, and if Philip succeeded, he would be the youngest ever.

The mentor didn’t state it outright but implied that he should stop meddling in affairs that didn’t concern

him.