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In the darkness, Father turned on the flashlight. The beam swept across the walls of the archive room, suddenly illuminating a hidden compartment. Xieqin quickly walked over and retrieved a metal box from within.
She sighed in relief; they hadn’t discovered it.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Evidence from sixteen years ago,” Father replied. “We hid it here before we were captured.”
He opened the metal box, revealing a stack of yellowed photographs and a notebook. Xieqin’s hands trembled slightly. “That night, we had already grasped the key evidence and were prepared to leave overnight.”
“Look at this.” Ling Mingzhi pointed at a blood sample under the microscope. “These children's blood all contain a specific antibody.”
“What does that mean?” my wife asked.
“It means these weren’t random victims,” he said seriously. “They were searching for specific blood types.”
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. The two exchanged wary glances.
“Officer Ku,” came Zhang Shouren’s voice from outside. “I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“Now? It’s so late,” Ling Mingzhi replied.
“It’s about your investigation,” Zhang Shouren said politely. “I might have some leads.”
Ling Mingzhi gestured for his wife to hide the documents before opening the door. Zhang Shouren stood there with a smile, flanked by several strangers.
“Officer Ku,” he said, “there are people who want to see you.”
The crowd parted, revealing an elderly man. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a Zhongshan suit, exuding an inexplicable sense of incongruity with every movement.
“Kong Sang,” the old man said in slightly accented Chinese, “I’ve heard you’re quite interested in our research?”
“Who are you?” Ling Mingzhi asked.
“I’m a researcher,” the old man smiled, “specializing in blood studies.”
“And then?” I pressed further.
“Then we were captured,” Xieqin said. “They injected us with some kind of drug, and when we woke up, we were already in the basement.”
“Who was that old man?”
My father did not respond but took out a photograph from the metal box. "Look at this," he said.
The photo was taken in a laboratory, with an old man at the center, inspecting some kind of Yi-Rang Apparatus. Behind him, a flag hung on the wall, and despite the blurriness of the image, the sun emblem stood out prominently.
"This photograph was discovered by accident in the archives," my father said, "It was taken in..."
I stared at the photo in shock, but this person...
"That's right," my father lowered his voice. "He looks like he hasn't aged at all."
Just then, the sound of a horn echoed again, this time more urgent.
"We don't have much time," Doctor Zhao said. "They are about to begin the final sacrifice."
"Wait," I said as I found a hand-drawn map in the metal box. "This is..."
"The structure of the altar," my father explained. "We secretly drew it while we were imprisoned." He pointed to a mark on the map. "The angle of moonlight is crucial. If we can destroy this reflection device..."
In the distance, orderly footsteps could be heard, sounding like a group was moving.
"They're going to take those children to the altar," Xieqin said, "just like they did with Xiao Yu."
"Xiao Yu?" Zhou Jing asked.
Xieqin glanced at my father. "Do you remember that missing girl from the files? She also carries a special blood type. They said they wanted to take her for examination..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the door to the archive was suddenly slammed open. A person wearing a bronze mask stood at the entrance, holding a flashlight.
"Here!" he shouted into his walkie-talkie. "I've found them!"
We turned to flee but discovered another figure emerging from an alternate exit. In the moonlight, those bronze masks glimmered with an eerie light.
"We can't escape now," Zhang Shouren's voice echoed from the corridor. "You are the last sacrifices."
My father grabbed my hand tightly. "Remember, you must destroy the reflection device! Otherwise—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a pungent smell wafted in from the ventilation shaft. I felt dizzy as my consciousness began to fade. The last thing I saw was those masked figures approaching us.
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