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Three days later, at Narita Airport in Tokyo.
Zhou Jing and I followed Honda Miho out of the arrivals hall. As researchers, we needed to disguise our identities perfectly. Miho had prepared detailed background information for us: I was a visiting scholar from Peking University School of Medicine, and Zhou Jing was my research assistant.
"Remember," Miho whispered, "from now on, call me Professor Nakamura. The institute's personnel may be monitoring us at any time."
Once outside the airport, a black sedan was waiting for us. The driver was a man in his forties, dressed in a suit, looking like an ordinary office worker. However, his gaze made me wary; it was cold and focused, something not typical of an ordinary person.
"Mr. Watanabe is the security chief at the institute," Miho introduced in Japanese. "He will be responsible for welcoming us."
I recognized him immediately; this Watanabe was the security captain responsible for transferring children at Qingzhou Hospital! It turned out he had arrived in Japan ahead of us.
"Welcome," Watanabe said politely, bowing. "Professor Yamamoto is looking forward to meeting both of you young researchers."
Throughout the journey, Watanabe enthusiastically described the scenery of Mount Fuji. But I noticed he frequently observed our reactions through the rearview mirror. Zhou Jing appeared to be listening attentively while secretly recording our route with a miniature camera.
The car drove towards a forest at the foot of Mount Fuji. The road became increasingly secluded, with trees growing denser on either side. After about half an hour, a modern complex came into view.
"This is our research base," Watanabe announced.
On the surface, it looked like an ordinary medical research institute. However, as we drove into the underground parking lot, I sensed something different; the security measures here were unusually tight. Cameras were positioned at every corner, and guards were fully armed.
The elevator took us directly down three floors. Upon exiting, we found ourselves in a long corridor lined with laboratories. Through the glass windows, I saw researchers inside wearing masks and busy with their work.
"This is the latest blood analysis apparatus," Watanabe pointed to a Yi-Rang Apparatus that could complete comprehensive testing within minutes.
My heart tightened; this Yi-Rang Apparatus would undoubtedly be used to verify visitors' blood types. No wonder Miho had specifically injected us with some kind of substance that she claimed could temporarily mask our blood characteristics.
At the end of the corridor was a huge circular hall. It looked exactly like the basement in Changling Village, with walls adorned with bronze masks. However, these masks were clearly crafted and glinted with an eerie metallic sheen.
I feigned surprise.
"These are special medical devices," Watanabe explained, "used for certain experimental treatments."
Just as he was about to elaborate further, a young woman hurried over: "Mr. Watanabe, Professor Yamamoto requests your presence."
Watanabe nodded: "Please wait here for a moment; I'll be right back."
Once he walked away, Miho whispered: "That’s Makiko, another defector from the Yamamoto family. She will help us."
"You all betrayed your family?" I asked.
"It’s not betrayal," Makiko replied fluently in Chinese. "It’s to prevent a disaster. Do you know the true purpose of the Eclipse Project?"
Before we could respond, she continued: "They plan to activate all bases' masks simultaneously on the day of the total lunar eclipse."
Suddenly, an alarm rang out.
"Everyone, attention!" The voice of Watanabe echoed through the broadcast. "We've just received a notification about a suspicious individual infiltrating. All departments, please initiate immediate checks."
"Oh no!" Makiko's face turned pale. What had they discovered?
"No," Miho said, "I reported it myself."
Zhou Jing and I stared at her in shock. Miho offered a sad smile. "I'm sorry, but this is the only way. Only by creating chaos will you have a chance to infiltrate the most core area."
"But you—"
"Don't worry about me." She handed me a keycard. "It's on the fifth underground level. There you'll find all the truths you seek. Hurry!"
In the distance, chaotic footsteps echoed. Miho strode towards the source of the noise while Makiko pushed us into the emergency stairwell.
"Go down," she instructed. "I'll create some chaos. Remember, no matter what you see, don't panic."
The stairwell was filled with hurried footsteps, gunfire, and shouts. But what was even more unsettling were the sounds coming from below—like some kind of machine rumbling, mixed with faint cries.
Zhou Jing and I exchanged glances, gripping the keycard tightly. We knew that deep within this research facility awaited a truth far more terrifying than that of Nagamine Village.
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