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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter 112: The Display of the Female Body
The light from the sterilization lamps evenly illuminated every corner of the level four safety laboratory. People came and went within the lab, their orange protective suits wrapping around faces of various skin tones. Each person's expression was serious as they diligently and swiftly carried out their tasks.
Kenny had been in the laboratory for days, and even his bodyguard had not seen their boss for several days. Caroline and Wu Wentao were responsible for the operations of the upper floors, currently facing a myriad of troubles. The two tried to enter the lab to speak with Kenny, but each time they were stopped by the Black Man guarding the entrance, and today was no exception.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" The Black Man sat on a chair next to the elevator, resembling a mountain of flesh. He flipped through a magazine filled with images of busty women without lifting his eyelids.
Caroline, who had not been on duty for a while, dressed increasingly in an office lady style. Spending all day in this dreary building, this once tough foreign girl had learned how to apply makeup. She seemed to have anticipated this outcome, letting out a helpless sigh as she signaled Wu Wentao to follow her back.
Wu Wentao was reluctant and said to the Black Man, "Does Kenny have no other instructions? Go down and tell him we need him up here!"
The Black Man appeared equally annoyed by the two of them. His neckless head shook as he spoke in broken Chinese, "I swear to God and Buddha, Kenny really has no new instructions. The only message he left for you is: If there are problems, find Hong!"
"But Hong isn't here either! The news about Kenny's dismissal has already spread. The previous supply points have changed their access codes, cutting off our communication channels. What are we supposed to do? The lab needs power supply too, doesn't it?" Caroline tossed her golden hair lightly and stood with her hands on her hips at one side of the corridor while staff members in the administrative area whispered among themselves.
The Black Man remained unmoved, shrugging his shoulders helplessly.
"Sigh." Wu Wentao sighed deeply. This man with a face reminiscent of Lu Xun was increasingly puzzled by his boss. Now that the establishment had entered Jinzhong activities and Kenny had fallen out with RCA, he found himself caught in between—neither here nor there. With both the first and second-in-command absent, they were left with strength but no direction.
"You two should go back. I promise you that when Kenny comes up, I will relay your concerns immediately," said the Black Man as he picked at his eye boogers and set down his magazine. "What should we eat today? I haven't had eggs in a long time!"
"Eat your own," Caroline retorted with a pout before strutting away.
At that moment, Kenny was too preoccupied with the pressure on his subordinates because what lay before him in the Biological Cultivation Room was far more important.
This Cultivation Room was an independent area located at the very bottom of the underground foundation. Inside four horizontally arranged level four Cultivation Rooms, soft natural light illuminated the space. The Cultivation Room was small; tempered glass blocked external interference while allowing researchers to observe inside and avoid threats from the organisms within.
Kenny wore a protective suit equipped with a breathing supply system. Standing beside him were two similarly dressed individuals—one tall European male and one short Japanese female.
They led Kenny to the Cultivation Room labeled "No. 1." Behind the glass were two figures dressed in hospital gowns; they sat on chairs with their wrists and ankles secured. Their bodies were punctured with various needles and receivers, while numbers continuously fluctuated on data screens flanking both sides of the glass wall.
"The values for Sample No. 3 semi-finished reagent and Sample No. 3 finished reagent show no significant differences—almost indistinguishable. They have not eaten for over 24 days; muscle tissue and organs continue to atrophy and age, but their central nervous systems are still functioning without interference. Vision has deteriorated, hearing has declined, olfactory sensitivity has increased dramatically; they exhibit no self-awareness and cannot control themselves," reported the short assistant in fluent Chinese, though her voice was slightly distorted by the suit's sound system.
Kenny nodded and asked, "Is there no sign of vitality decline?"
"There are no obvious signs of deterioration," the assistant emphasized the word "obvious" with particular force.
"Destroy her," Kenny said, a flicker of barely concealed anger crossing his masked face. He stepped forward to the Cultivation Room 2, pointing at the woman inside who appeared no different from an ordinary person, and asked, "What about her?"
"B-271, New Sequence A Reagent, injected on the eighth day. Severe damage to the optic nerve, injury to the sublingual nerve, muscle tissue began to atrophy three days ago. The digestive system is still functioning, so she hasn't stopped eating."
Inside the Cultivation Room, there was an ordinary medical bed. The woman lay naked on it, her once smooth and delicate skin now aged and wrinkled against her body. Her expression was calm, her eyes wide open but devoid of life. She resembled a lifelike sculpture, with no movement except for the rise and fall of her breathing.
"Deterioration, damage, decay... Is there no better news?" Kenny's tone revealed clear dissatisfaction as he continued, "What about the New Sequence B reagent?"
The two exchanged glances before shutting off the natural light in Cultivation Room 2 and leading him to Cultivation Room 4.
"This is New Sequence B-2, currently the most... stable," the woman said as she activated the natural light, illuminating the room where a figure appeared before them.
Kenny narrowed his eyes and coldly remarked, "New Sequence B-2? Is it an improved version of the reagent I used?"
"Yes, your New Sequence B-1 has been modified according to your specifications. However, due to a lack of subsequent data series, further development is not possible," the assistant said somewhat timidly. Noticing Kenny's silence, he added, "So far, it seems effective."
"Oh? What are the data?" Kenny inquired.
The assistant activated the display screen on the wall and explained, "Injected for seventeen days, stopped eating for fourteen days. The digestive system ceased functioning on the third day; there are currently no signs of deterioration or damage in brain nerves or other bodily tissues. Muscle strength and reflexes have significantly improved. IQ and behavioral capabilities cannot be assessed at this time; testing must be conducted at headquarters. Additionally, he has shown significant aggression but still retains self-awareness."
Kenny remained silent as he raised his hand to tap on the glass wall.
The person inside suddenly turned around and stared intently at the three of them.
Kenny pressed his face against the glass and moved his lips as if uttering a few words.
In an instant, the person inside sprang up and swung the medical bed around; the two-meter-long frame was tossed aside like a piece of paper and crashed heavily against the glass wall. Kenny remained unfazed as the bed frame fell to the ground; that person was already pressed against the other side of the glass.
"Let me talk to him," Kenny seemed pleased and ordered the assistant to activate the intercom system.
"Hey, long time no see! How are you feeling?" Kenny's voice was cheerful, sweeping away any trace of earlier anger.
The man did not respond; instead, a low growl emanated from the speaker. The sound was not one that a human could produce; it resembled a beast's roar when enraged. The man had grown his hair longer; his eyes were wild with rage, blood vessels visible in his sclerae, and clear bruises marked his nose.
"Where are his glasses?" Kenny turned and asked.
"He threw them away himself. He was nearsighted before the injection, but now he has fully recovered. To be precise, he regained his vision on the seventh day." The Assistant whispered a few words to the Big Guy, who nodded and hurried out.
"What’s going on?" Kenny stared into the man's eyes and asked, "Do you remember your name?"
"Maybe, but I’d rather remember your face."
The man behind the glass wall spoke slowly, as if each word required immense effort. When he spoke, his gums were visible, slightly yellowed, and his teeth showed signs of darkening.
"What’s wrong with your teeth?" Kenny pointed at the man's mouth.
"Huh?" The Assistant leaned closer to the glass, puzzled. "They weren't like this yesterday—"
"Check it now!" Kenny shot her a glare and said, "Is there any abnormality in the blood?"
"Clotting factors have surged." The Assistant noticed his grim expression and quickly added, "But it hasn't affected physiological functions."
"No effects?"
"Right. We're still investigating the specific reasons."
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