DipNovel Chapter 70, Batch 1 of Experiments
Chapter 70, Batch 1 of Experiments
"Dissect him!"
When Ledger's body appeared on the operating table, the survivors inside the surgery were not in good condition.
Some people stared blankly with their eyes open, some prayed with their eyes closed, some wept softly, and some cursed. The only thing they had in common was that everyone was holding a weapon.
The air was thick with the smells of sweat, fear, blood, and a faint, almost imperceptible stench of decay.
This situation is quite peculiar. Each of them could suddenly erupt and start a firefight at any time, but when things are quiet, they live in a large operating room and share the remaining resources in the base.
Rick sat in a corner of the operating room, wiping his pistol, his gaze deep; this gun had already killed fourteen people.
Junichi Watanabe sat opposite him, looking bewildered.
"How long can the energy supply last?" Rick asked without looking up.
"Main reactor, twenty-three days," Watanabe replied, "but it's no use. Our resource reserves are running low. Next, we'll either starve to death together, or... or we'll stay in this agonizing hell for another nine days."
"Nine Heavens?"
"The water here, under extreme circumstances, is enough for two people to drink for five days."
Junichi Watanabe's eyes were unfocused, but he still answered instinctively.
There were more than 30 people in the operating room.
Junichi Watanabe said there were two people...
The message conveyed in his tone was chilling, and many people couldn't help but tighten their grip on their weapons. The atmosphere in the operating room suddenly became tense, and a ruthless, bloody, and barbaric aura spread continuously...
A new killing spree is about to erupt...
Suddenly, the lights in the operating room became much brighter.
"Clap clap clap..."
Several people whose nerves were already stretched to the limit instinctively raised their guns and fired. Then, more gunshots rang out, and the operating room became even brighter.
Ten seconds later, more than ten people fell into pools of blood in the operating room. The remaining less than twenty people hid in different corners of the operating room. After a while, someone poked their head out from beside the operating table.
"What is this?!"
A gasp rang out, and more heads peeked out from the shadows. Then, they witnessed an unbelievable scene.
The light did not come from a flashbang or any weapon as they had previously thought; it appeared out of nowhere.
In the center of the operating room, where the air was originally empty, a ball of light enveloped the space.
It is not light, not flame, not any known light source.
It was a soft, pure, almost tangible white halo, only the size of a fist, quietly suspended there, radiating a warm and holy light.
"What...what is that?" someone asked, trembling.
No one answered.
Everyone stared at the ball of light, as if hypnotized.
The halo began to expand, stretch, and deform.
It didn't brighten; instead, it became more subdued, but its range expanded, growing from the size of a fist to the size of a basketball, and then to a soft sphere of light with a diameter of one meter. Inside the sphere, one could vaguely see a flowing, vortex-like structure.
Then, in the center of the sphere of light, an outline began to appear.
First a blurry shadow, then it became clearer and clearer—
It was a humanoid figure, curled up, suspended in the center of the sphere of light. The figure slowly rotated until it finally came to a stop, facing downwards.
The next second, the ball of light vanished silently.
"Bang!"
The figure fell and crashed heavily onto the operating table in the center of the operating room.
He was a middle-aged man, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, a white shirt, and a loose tie.
He opened his eyes wide, trying to struggle to get up, but seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to move. Strangely, his eyes began to flash with a yellow light, which reminded those present of the scene where Dr. Erickson controlled the scene with extraordinary power.
The operating room was deathly silent for a full ten seconds.
Then, Rick was the first to react, raising his gun and pointing it at the person who had suddenly appeared: "Don't move!"
The others also retreated, some drawing their weapons, others shrinking into corners.
The man on the operating table was still struggling, his yellowish eyes also filled with terror.
Just as the two sides were locked in a standoff, a voice rang out in the operating room.
It wasn't through a loudspeaker, and it wasn't anyone speaking.
The voice seemed to appear directly in everyone's mind, clear, cold, and with an inhuman quality. It used an ancient and obscure language, but strangely, everyone could understand its meaning.
"Dissect him."
This method comes from "The Guide to Optimizing the Basic Consciousness Structure" and is an advanced application of spiritual power. Of course, the prerequisite for using it is that you need to understand the language of the target.
Unfortunately, Hu Biao is now very fluent in Xiying language.
"Dissect him?"
Inside the operating room, the survivors looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and fear. But deep within this confusion and fear, a morbid curiosity and hope rose, followed by a few seconds of silence.
After a moment of silence, Rick spoke first, "Dissect him? Who is he? And who are you? Did you bring us to this godforsaken place?"
The voice, filled with resentment, echoed in the operating room. The tone was almost accusatory, brimming with indignation.
"Dissect him, study him, but don't let him inhabit your bodies, and you will get what you need."
After a while, the strange voice rang in their minds again. Then, the white light reappeared, but this time, it twisted and turned into a picture—a picture of a supermarket.
Water, food...
Everything is available.
The entire operating room was stunned for a moment. Then, a figure rushed to the operating table, pulled a scalpel from his waist, and stabbed it at the man in the suit.
"roll!!"
The man saw the scalpel coming at him. Although he couldn't dodge, his eyes blazed with a bright yellow light, and his tongue roared like thunder. He let out a roar that was unlike anything in human form. With the roar, the man's movements suddenly froze, and he took two steps back. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Bang bang bang—"
Almost simultaneously, Rick fired, each shot hitting the man on the operating table. The man's struggling body stiffened abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he would fall to the gun of a ragged man.
"Professor Watanabe, go and do the dissection. Be careful, don't let anything crawl into your body," Rick said calmly to Professor Watanabe.
Professor Watanabe then realized what was happening, nodded repeatedly, and stepped forward.
"You guys, go help out too, to prevent any accidents," Rick said, pointing to a few survivors, including the two last researchers and four security guards.
The group hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward.
After doing all this, Rick put down his gun, looked up at the direction of the vanished orb of light, and said, "You brought us here, didn't you? I think we need to talk."
On Blue Star, in Hu Biao's room, Hu Biao put down the mouse in his hand, looked into the distant starry sea, and smiled slightly at the human in front of him who was trying to remain calm. "You are not qualified to talk to me yet. Let's make some research results first."
The next moment, the operating room suddenly blazed with light, and bags of food and bottles of water fell from the light. "You are the first batch of test subjects. I hope you won't disappoint me!"