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Moonlight streamed through the skylight, casting a soft glow in the hall as the bronze masks began to emit a faint luminescence. I noticed that the tubes connecting the masks were also glowing, with liquid slowly flowing inside them.
"Separate them!" Zhang Shouren ordered. "Place the boy on the altar in the center, and the girl on the left!"
A few masked figures advanced toward us, attempting to seize us. Zhou Jing and I struggled fiercely against them, but we were outnumbered and quickly subdued.
"Let go of my daughter!" A familiar voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone froze. Standing at the entrance was a middle-aged woman—Zhou Jing's mother!
"Mom?" Zhou Jing exclaimed. "How did you—"
"Shut up!" Zhang Shouren interrupted harshly. "Doctor Zhao, weren't you supposed to be in the laboratory?"
Doctor Zhao? It dawned on me that Zhou Jing's mother was the only doctor in the village.
"Enough," Doctor Zhao said as she stepped forward. "I can’t stand by and watch you harm these children any longer."
Zhang Shouren sneered, "Do you really think you can stop the ritual all by yourself?"
"Not just me." She pulled a disk from her pocket. "This contains all your incriminating evidence. If I don’t respond within ten minutes, this information will automatically be sent to major media outlets across the country."
Zhang Shouren's expression changed: "You—"
"I know all your secrets," Doctor Zhao continued, "including your grandfather Yama Ichiro's experimental records. I've been documenting everything in secret for years."
"So it was you," Zhang Shouren spat through gritted teeth. "You leaked the blood type data?"
"Not just me." She glanced at my parents. "Officer Li and his wife have been helping me. We agreed that once we discovered you were planning a large-scale sacrifice, we would act immediately."
At that moment, I noticed my father signaling something with his eyes. Following his gaze, I saw a diary lying on the ground; a piece of paper sticking out read: Masks, electricity, short circuit.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place. I stared intently at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling—these modern devices must have been installed later and could pose a safety hazard.
"You think this will stop the ritual?" Zhang Shouren laughed maniacally. "Let me tell you a secret: these masks are not just containers; they are ancient machines. Once activated, even if the entire base is destroyed, the ritual will not cease!"
He gestured, and two men immediately seized Doctor Zhao, snatching away her disk.
"Watch closely," he said as he donned a special mask. "You will witness true miracles!"
The moonlight grew brighter, and the glow from the masks intensified. I felt a strange energy flowing through the air.
Just then, the ground began to tremble violently.
"What’s happening?" Zhang Shouren demanded sharply.
It was a disaster! Someone rushed in to report that the SWAT team was blasting open the tunnel with explosives!
"It's useless," Zhang Shouren said. "Once the ritual is complete, even if the entire mountain collapses—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the lights in the hall began to flicker erratically. I noticed the liquid in those metal conduits shaking violently.
"No!" Zhang Shouren seemed to realize something. "Quick, shut off the power! These metal conduits will—"
It was too late. Blinding arcs of electricity shot through the metal pipes, crackling loudly. I saw my father break free from his restraints in the chaos and rush toward the power switch.
"Stop!" Zhang Shouren shouted, tearing off his mask and preparing to charge forward.
At that moment, all the wires and conduits seemed to come alive, thrashing wildly. The current surged through the metal masks, emitting a blinding blue light.
Ah! Several masked individuals screamed in agony as their masks stuck to their faces, unable to be removed.
"Run!" I grabbed Zhou Jing amidst the chaos and dashed toward my parents.
Zhang Shouren laughed maniacally. "It's too late! The moonlight has already activated the ritual! You can't escape!"
He was right. The moonlight illuminated the masks, creating a strange resonance. Those trapped by the masks began to convulse in pain as their blood flowed back through the conduits into the central reservoir.
"Run to the laboratory!" Doctor Zhao shouted. "There's an emergency shut-off device there!"
We fought our way through the chaos, sprinting for our lives. Behind us, Zhang Shouren's crazed voice echoed: "Catch them! Don't let them disrupt the ritual! The Moon God is about to descend!"
As we burst out of the hall, I took one last glance back. Under the moonlight, those bronze masks glowed eerily, while the masked individuals lay motionless on the ground.
"This is the truth," my father gasped. "These masks are not some kind of divine artifacts; they are a massive trap. They are sacrificing themselves with the blood of their offerings!"
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