With a bang, the corridor returned to silence.

Wu You stood alone in the corner where he belonged, in the southeast corner.

It was very dark here, and there was nothing except the faint light emitted from the square under your feet. And such a little light was not enough to illuminate the surroundings.

"Josh." Wu You called out a name.

Soon Josh responded, "What's wrong?"

"What is the supernatural game you just told Yang Erci?"

"Oh that." Josh felt that it was a bit creepy to tell such a story in such a place, but Wu You wanted to hear it, so he still plucked up his courage and said, "It is the Four Corner Game, which is said to have originated from a five-person snow-capped mountain climbing group. One of them died on the way. Because it was very cold and lacked supplies, in the night, in order for everyone to survive, he invented this game, woke each other up, for fear of sleeping too much and freezing to death in the snow."

"But later this turned into a ghost-catching game, where four people stood in the corners of a dark room, and were not allowed to make noises. Starting from the first person, walking forward in the dark, walking behind the second person, patting his shoulder, and then staying there. The person who was patted on the shoulder got the signal and walked forward, and just looping on like this."

Wu You simulated this scene in his mind, and was a little puzzled, "It seems that it cannot be cycled."

"After the fourth person was patted on the shoulder, he walked to the corner of the first person at the beginning, but no one could have him patted on the shoulder."

"This is the problem!" Josh was surprised that he immediately found the point, "You are talking about a normal situation. If something abnormal happens, the fourth person will go to the first corner..."

Nanshan opened her mouth and "slapped the shoulder of a non-existent, fifth man."

Perhaps because of his physical strength, he almost spoke in anger, making him look even more gloomy.

"Yes, this means they have really caught that ghost." After Josh said that, the green light under his feet seemed to become more and more terrifying.

"But it's okay, but fortunately we don't have to move or pat our shoulders, otherwise I really wouldn't dare stay here."

Wu You is not very interested in supernatural games, but this corridor is indeed the natural venue for this kind of game.

But this ghost is also idle enough and is willing to spend time with humans to play this kind of kindergarten-level game.

I can't do something.

After telling the ghost story, the corridor fell silent again, and everyone seemed to be in the darkness of the void, unable to touch each other's position.

Except for Zhong Yirou, the rest of the people can basically speak. Wu You thought for a while, let go of his voice and suggested, "Let's continue talking."

His voice was like throwing a rock into a lake, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Not long after, he received a response, it was Nanshan's voice.

"Why, are children scared when they hear ghost stories?"

Wu You thought what he said was ridiculous. He didn't want to pay attention to him, but he heard Josh's laughter again, so he had to explain: "I'm just afraid that something will happen, so it will be safer to maintain a state of communication at any time."

Soon, Josh's voice also appeared, "Yes, everyone talks to each other, at least it can confirm that everyone is still in the same place."

"But Miss Zhong can't speak." Nan Shan said.

Although Nan Shan could speak, his voice was very false and he didn't hear it very clearly.

"I...I'm awake..."

Zhong Yirou's voice suddenly appeared in the darkness. Although Wu You heard it all at once, he couldn't help but feel suspicious, "Are you awake? Who are you?"

"Ghost stories scared you silly? Of course I am your sister Zhong." Although Zhong Yirou's voice was weak, her tone was exactly the same as before.

"Miss Zhong, are you okay?" Josh asked, "You have been in a coma for a long time."

"Well..." Zhong Yirou said slowly, "I feel like I have a very strange dream. In the dream, I work here, but... I seem to have done something very bad."

Nanshan said, "Do you mean you, or e06."

Zhong Yirou was silent for a moment, "e06, because nothing in my dream is not my memory."

"Bad things..." Josh asked loudly, "Is there anything more specific?"

Zhong Yirou felt that her breathing was very difficult, and her breath seemed to condense into thighs, blocking her throat.

"I...I do seem to work on the first floor, but I'm not at the children."

"Not a child?" Wu You wondered, "Then what you saw before were hallucinations?"

"Yes, my work in my dream is indeed taking care of many...human bodies." After considering it, she used this word.

"They are not children, but... they are indeed sleeping, in the freezer."

"Freezing cabin..." Wu You seemed to understand why the first floor was so cold.

Hearing this, Josh raised a question, "But if Miss Zhong was not taking care of the dead child, why did Mr. Nanshan's job burn?"

That's true.

Wu You also thought it was suspicious, "We just saw the bones of children in the incinerator."

"It seems that there are adults, too," Nanshan added, "just the bones of children attract our attention."

The shelter center seemed to be hidden in black fog, and the truth could only be revealed.

The more you see, the deeper the fog you fall into.

"Frozen human body..." Wu You made a guess, "Is it the material used here to do human body experiments?"

Zhong Yirou recalled for a moment, "It's strange. In my dream, I dreamed that I was sorting out the data, and the data of every frozen human body was exactly the same. I was deeply impressed."

After the laboratory door was closed, a little light flashed in the dark room, and then the surroundings slowly lit up, and the field of vision gradually became clear.

A whole corridor was opened here, with a circular and tunnel-like space, where countless glass experimental vessels, experimental chambers, and divided experimental operating rooms were placed.

The double spiral vines stretched around everything here, filling the cold and icy place that was originally filled with the smell of disinfectant water with strange vitality, like a man-eating rainforest.

Yang Erci reached out to touch the unusual vine.

"Don't you think this looks like a DNA chain?"

"Well, this is also a hint of the password gene before." An Wujiu said.

The glassware contains various human organs soaked in antiseptic potions, as well as many living animals covered, from dense insects to small mammals, and even primates like orangutans.

Faced with these, An Wujiu felt a sense of discomfort and suddenly felt dizzy and nausea. Everything here made him feel familiar, including these labeled chemicals and the smell of disinfectant in the air.

One of the glass covers was a living hairless mouse. The difference was that a human ear grew on its back.

"This is used to clonize organs and transplant chondrocytes into apex-shaped scaffolds, which is a very early technique." Yang Erci walked to him and explained, "The transplant on the back of a rat is also to borrow the bodies of living animals to maintain the growth of cell tissue."

"Can all organs be obtained in this way?" An Wujiu looked at Yang Erci.

Yang Erci shook his head, "At present, organs with important functions and complex structures, such as the heart, cannot be perfectly replicated through these organ cloning techniques. Many of the results are either not similar in appearance or have a large functional gap."

"So now more people buy artificial hearts, and pacemakers are more effective."

An Wujiu nodded, "You are indeed a researcher in this field."

Yang Erci was slightly ecstatic. When she heard An Wujiu's words, she responded softly.

"Once upon a time, right?"

But she quickly came back to her senses and didn't say anything more.

With these four words, An Wujiu thought that she had the rationality of appearing on the altar. After all, a researcher who is dedicated to life sciences has no reason to come to such a place where she could die at any time.

Chen Ti held his fingers against the glass cover. The little mouse was originally huddled in a ball, but when Chen Ti's fingertips were attracted, the pink nose tip approached and pressed it through the glass.

But soon, the mouse fell to the ground, struggled for a few times, but no response.

Chen Ti immediately withdrew his hand and frowned in confusion.

When Yang Erci saw it, he comforted him in a tone without any sense of comfort, "It is normal that these mice are immune-deficient animals, so they do not reject cells from other organisms, but accordingly, their lifespan is also very short."

An Wujiu looked at Chen Ti, feeling that he could not quite accept the scene of a mouse dying in front of him, so his vision stayed for so long.

In most human cognition, animals, especially those who are themselves experimental subjects, their lives are not of the same order of magnitude as human life.

But it seems that this is not the case with Chen Tie.

He always looks at all living beings from an outsider's perspective.

Yang Erci tried to stick his hand to the sensor on the top of the glass cover. Sure enough, the permission was opened and the glass cover at the top was automatically opened.

She reached out and gently took out the dead mouse inside.

She wanted to observe whether there were any clues on the mouse, but as soon as she picked it up, the little mouse's "dead" suddenly moved and came alive.

It kept squeaking, as if it was about to come down, Yang Erci squatted down and put the mouse on the ground.

The rejuvenated mouse walked forward a few steps and then ran quickly in a certain direction.

An Wujiu felt something strange, "It seemed like he wanted to take us somewhere."

So they followed the strange mouse and walked forward through the dense spiral vines. The storage vessels used by the experimental research became larger and larger, and gradually became humans from strange animals.

The mice brought them to a circular clearing where no vines grew. A metal ball the size of a ping-pong ball floated above the clearing. The mission was completed and the mouse disappeared.

Yang Erci reached out and touched the floating sphere. In an instant, the sphere emitted countless blue light, and finally weaved a complete holographic projection, with only one line of English sentences displayed on it.

Still, everything is for humanity.

“Identifying—”

“Welcome back, b05!”

New content is shown in the holographic projection, divided into three working areas, one is [trimming work] and the other is [perfect copy].
To be continued...