Edgard’s words were all heard by Lin Yuan without missing a single one.
Could it mess with his brain?
This guy was truly ruthless!
After Li Wen sent him back to the prison, Lin Yuan pretended to be asleep for a long time and only woke up in the middle of the night.
There was no difference between day and night in this place. The switch between day and night was controlled by the person operating the light switch.
“Hoo…” First, he pretended to check if the paper strip was still there, and then he carefully examined the room.
It was no different from what he had imagined. There were no visible gaps in the room or on the ground, it was like a seamless iron barrel, trapping him inside.
The only thing suspicious was the window that emitted a faint fluorescence even after the lights were turned off.
“This, isn’t a real window?”
He leaned closer to observe carefully and touched it with his hand before finally confirming that this thing was not a window, but a display screen!
The image on it was the deep ocean outside. The underwater part of this base was emitting beams of light, scanning this sea area. Lin Yuan believed that in addition to the lights, other means were also scanning this sea area, performing the task of vigilance.
Escaping was out of the question for now. He would cooperate with Carola Anna in the experiments with peace of mind.
He wondered if Ying Tianlong was preparing.
And after he and Li Wen staged a scene of dancing on the tip of a knife, Edgard was completely at ease with Lin Yuan.
The questions every day were also about Carola Anna, whether she was plotting anything or what she had done to him.
Lin Yuan, of course, selectively spoke, omitting what needed to be omitted.
Sometimes Lin Yuan also lamented that it was fortunate that Edgard was a pawn of the council. He didn’t have the super high intelligence of a true arch-villain, was overly confident in his own actions, and relied on his seemingly perfect methods of controlling subordinates.
In fact, there was nothing wrong with him acting this way, but unfortunately, the goddess of fate was not on his side.
…
More than a month passed in a blink of an eye. Nothing happened in between, which was almost too smooth.
Except for some unavoidable experiments that were difficult to endure, Lin Yuan felt that everything else was like closed-door training.
It had been a month and 23 days since he arrived at this base, and it was almost two months. Lin Yuan hadn’t even met Fang Yuxin once, let alone understood the meaning of those numbers.
And Wang Xiaoxin had been acting strangely since she was imprisoned with him. Although he hadn’t found any problems in their usual conversations,
She had once asked Lin Yuan about the storage location of the God Potion. At first, Lin Yuan thought she was collecting information on valuable items at the HSAC headquarters, but the later her questions became stranger.
For example, Fang Yuxin’s laboratory location, the total number of personnel in the base, and the status of weapons.
What did she mean, she wanted to go on a rampage here?
“Lin Yuan, here, this is your gene therapy agent. Drink it and you will return to normal.”
His thoughts returned as he looked at Carola Anna holding a bottle of transparent agent and smiled apologetically.
“This thing isn’t spiked with something, right? Like
Half of the laboratory was covered with distorted, writhing flesh, and in the center of the flesh was the hibernation pod where Fang Yuxin was located. Something that looked very much like a human brain was growing above the hibernation pod. Those neural tentacles had pierced into the hard alloy, contracting and expanding.
It was breathing.
This flesh was still slowly growing. It looked like piles of moving rotten meat, with messy blood vessels and abscesses distributed randomly on it. It would be no problem to say that this thing crawled out from the deepest part of hell.
The flesh was like a red spider web, and Fang Yuxin was like prey wrapped within it. This picture of hell and a maiden was reflected in the eyes of the experimenter on the other side of the laboratory.
There was no trace of sympathy on his face, only indifference and a morbid fervor for truth.
“Soul transfer, commencing.”