Chapter 270: Cicada Shedding Its Shell?

After hearing Chen Ling's words, Jian Changsheng's expression was a bit strange.

"Are you sure this will work?"

"If it were just me, I'd be confident I could get out easily, but you can't... To get you out, this is the only way now." Chen Ling added, "It just requires you to make a small sacrifice."

"...I don't like the sound of that. Fine, let's do as you say."

"Do you want to do it yourself, or should I help you?"

"Don't! I'll do it myself..."

……

Several white coats pushed the hospital bed past the door of the room where Jian Changsheng was and headed straight for the second floor.

Just then, a hand reached out from the dark crack of the door, silently covering the mouth of the last white coat, and dragged him into the room like lightning!

Five seconds later, that white coat pushed the door open and walked out, pretending to stop in front of the room, and suddenly spoke:

"Wait!"

Several white coats turned back at the same time, looking at this direction in confusion.

Due to the power outage, the entire corridor was pitch black, and only the kerosene lamps in their hands could temporarily illuminate a corner. They saw the white coat standing at the door of the room with a kerosene lamp, looking into the room through the glass with a frown.

"What's wrong?"

"12138 is gone!"

"What??"

Several white coats were startled and immediately walked to the door of the room to look inside. In the dim room, a messy hospital bed was covered in blood, empty, and the mushroom that had been crouching in the corner had vanished without a trace.

The white coat immediately pushed the door open, and everyone walked to the hospital bed, staring at the blood in shock.

"This... how is this possible? Didn't 12138 show no mutation during the experiment?"

"Judging by the bloodstains, it doesn't look like an attack... it looks more like it splattered itself?"

"Could it be like 10113, where the flesh couldn't withstand the serum and exploded?"

"But even if it exploded, there should be some flesh and limbs left? There's only blood here?"

"And back then, 10113 was injected with too much serum at once. Although 12138's dosage during the experiment wasn't small, it was still much less than 10113's... It shouldn't have exploded."

“……”

Just as everyone was racking their brains, a black shadow emerged from the corner and headed straight for the hospital bed parked in the corridor...

"What's going on?" A law enforcer walked over quickly and frowned immediately upon seeing the blood-soaked bed.

Several white coats immediately explained what happened. The law enforcer's face darkened, and he began to suspect that it was the work of the "intruder." He began to summon other nearby law enforcers to start examining the pool of blood, as it was the only abnormality they had discovered so far.

Just as these law enforcers were deep in thought over the pool of blood, a white coat spoke softly:

"Shall we go? It seems we aren't needed here."

Seeing this, the other white coats didn't linger and continued to push the hospital bed parked in the corridor toward the passage.

They pushed the cart through the third and second floors, finally returning to the first floor where the elevator was located. Most of the law enforcers had followed Qiong Xuan to check the second and third floors, and except for the guards at the checkpoint, there was basically no one else on the first floor.

The design of the Aurora base was indeed cautious. This elevator, the only one connected to the outside world, was not powered by electricity but by steam, so even if the entire base lost power and fell into chaos, it could still operate normally.

Just as they were about to leave, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Wait a moment."

Everyone turned to look. In the dim light, a figure in a black trench coat was walking slowly toward them, carrying a kerosene lamp.

"You are..."

"Deputy Captain Han Meng." Han Meng scanned them and said coolly, "What are you doing?"

"Going to dispose of the test subject that failed the experiment just now." The lead white coat replied calmly. "He had too much serum in his body; if we don't incinerate him immediately, he will contaminate the base."

Test subject?

Han Meng's gaze fell on the sheet. "Open it and let me see."

The white coat lifted a corner of the sheet. A large, unrecognizable black object was lying there, its surface covered in twisting, flowing black incantations. It was hard to tell if it was liquid or solid, and while it caused a visual shock, a foul stench hit them in the face.

Han Meng's brows furrowed tightly. "You say... this is a test subject?"

"Yes."

While responding, the white coat took out a file from his pocket. "This is the relevant data and the incineration application certificate."

"You... what do you treat human life as?" Han Meng didn't take the file, a flash of anger in his eyes.

He couldn't imagine what kind of transformation and pain a person had to endure to become like this. Even if he knew that everything was done for the Aurora Lord, he couldn't accept the scene before him.

Several white coats looked at each other and replied helplessly, "We are just following orders."

Han Meng stared at them for a long time before finally withdrawing his gaze. After taking the file, the group pushed the hospital bed and continued forward.

Han Meng's gaze fell on the first line of the file, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

"Stop!"

Everyone stopped in confusion.

"This test subject... where did you get him from?" Han Meng's voice was extremely low.

"Number 12139, original name seems to be... Zhao Yi?" A white coat thought for a moment. "He was just sent in today, and he filled out the application form himself. It's all written in the file... I remember he seems to be a survivor from District 3?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the white coat standing at the back of the group trembled, and shock was clearly visible in his eyes.

Chen Ling, disguised as a white coat, looked at the mass of unknown substance, feeling a bit dazed for a moment.

That thing... is Zhao Yi??

Although Chen Ling knew that Zhao Yi didn't have much time left, he had thought Zhao Yi would spend his final moments with the people of District 3. He never expected to encounter Zhao Yi here... And in just a few short hours, the "Salt-Spreading Brother" who once ran rampant on Frost Street had become like this??

Looking at the thing on the bed, he couldn't connect it to the Zhao Yi in his memory no matter what.

Han Meng's hand holding the file trembled slightly. The anger in his eyes burned brighter and brighter until he finally crumpled the file into a ball, turned around, and walked toward the passage to the lower level... A pressure spread to the surroundings, leaving the many white coats looking blank.

"I remember... this Han Meng seems to be from District 3?" A white coat seemed to remember something and reminded the others cautiously.

A flash of realization crossed everyone's faces. They watched Han Meng's departing back, vaguely feeling a storm brewing in the lower levels of the base...

"Enough, don't look... do your own work."

Reminded by a white coat, the group finally came to their senses. After checking the password with the law enforcers guarding the door, they pushed the hospital bed directly toward the elevator.

Just then, a white coat suddenly let go, didn't enter the elevator, and stood quietly in place.