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Your father is clever, Nakamura Kenichi's voice echoed in the basement, but unfortunately, he was too stubborn. If he had accepted our terms back then...
What did you do to him? I glared at the remnants of this squad. In the dim light of the flashlight, his skin appeared almost transparent, revealing the blood vessels flowing beneath. Yet, it seemed that what coursed through those veins was not ordinary blood.
What did we do? He laughed. We gave him a chance, a chance to transcend human limits.
Zhou Jing quietly pressed the alarm button on the intercom. But Nakamura seemed unfazed; he gestured for his men to surround us and slowly approached the rusted blood extraction machine.
Do you know what this is? He caressed the machine. This is one of the earliest models, brought back from Manchuria. Your father first displayed his special talents on this machine.
What talent?
The reaction to moonlight. His eyes sparkled with a strange light. His blood, like your mother's, carries that ancient gene. This gene activates under moonlight, producing incredible power.
I recalled what I had seen in Siberia: just like those experimental subjects you transformed?
Transformed? He suddenly burst into laughter. Do you think those were mere transformations? We are awakening the dormant power within human blood! And your parents, they are the perfect specimens.
As he spoke, he opened a hidden compartment in the wall and retrieved a metal box. Look at this.
Inside the box was a test tube containing dark red liquid. Under the flashlight's beam, the liquid seemed to flow on its own, emitting a faint glow.
This is...
Your father's blood sample, Nakamura said, left behind twenty years ago. For all these years, we have been studying it. Unfortunately, without a living subject, the experiments cannot continue. But now...
He looked at me meaningfully: Their bloodline still continues.
You mean, I also...
Why do you think you can always sense the power of those masks? Why did those experimental subjects resonate with you in Siberia? He slowly closed in. All of this is written in your genes, Xu Hao. Like your parents, you are one of the chosen ones.
Suddenly, a metallic clatter echoed from a corner of the basement. In the flashlight's glow, I saw a hidden door swing open, revealing a familiar figure.
Minister, we found it. The newcomer handed Nakamura a notebook.
Great! He quickly flipped through it; the formula was indeed still here.
Just then, gunfire and explosions erupted from afar. Jiang Zhendong must have led an attack.
It seems we need to shorten our time for reminiscing. Nakamura closed the notebook but smiled ominously; we will meet again soon. By then...
His voice turned sinister: You will know what your parents went through.
With that, he gestured. One of his subordinates threw a smoke grenade. Instinctively, I lunged toward Nakamura, but a powerful force knocked me down. When the smoke cleared, Nakamura and his men had vanished without a trace. All that remained was that test tube on the ground, still glowing eerily.
"Are you okay? Zhou Jing, help me up."
I picked up the test tube and examined it closely. Could this really be my father's blood? If so, how could it still retain its vitality after twenty years?
The SWAT team burst through the door, and Jiang Zhendong hurried over. "They escaped through the secret tunnel. But we found something outside."
He handed me a note written in Japanese:
"On the day of the Blood Moon's return, when divine signs reappear, you will witness the truth at the altar. At that time, you will understand why your parents chose to protect something that is, in fact, a terrible curse."
I stared at the test tube and the note in my hands, suddenly realizing that everything might be more complicated than I had thought. What had my parents discovered back then? What was this secret they had protected with their lives—was it a blessing or a curse?
And more importantly, did I truly possess some unknown power flowing through my blood?
In the distance, the bells chimed as dusk fell. I looked up towards the ventilation shaft in the basement; a new moon was rising.
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