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Chapter 150: Beneath the Dome (Part 2)
"Name."
"Ming Junwei."
"Age."
"28."
"Occupation."
"Office."
"Hmm?"
"Administrative."
"Next."
...
"Name."
"Weister."
"Age."
"24."
"Occupation."
"Officer."
"Next."
...
"Name."
"Maizicheng."
"Age."
"17."
"Occupation."
"Student."
"Next."
...
"Name."
"Where is my child?"
The young man, buried in his work as the Party Secretary, looked up briefly and replied calmly, "In the children's area. Name."
"What is this place?"
The Young Man was somewhat displeased, his pen making a mark in the name column as he spoke with irritation, "Answer the question."
"Answer me first, or don't expect to get anything out of me."
The Young Man waved his hand, signaling the burly man in black standing by the door. "Take her to the Feed Area."
The man obeyed, his shiny Submachine Gun slung over his shoulder as he strode over and grabbed the woman sitting in the iron chair. She appeared flustered, deep worry etched on her face. The thin hospital gown she wore was caught by the man, slipping off her shoulder during her struggle, revealing a glimpse of pale skin.
The woman fought desperately, shouting, "I want to see your superior!"
The Young Man remained unfazed, waving his hand dismissively. "Next!"
"Is this the Establishment or RCA? I want to see the person in charge! You will regret killing me!" The woman broke free from the man's grip and rushed two steps forward to grab the Young Man's collar, her demeanor frantic. "My name is An Zheng. I am a member of the research team at the Center for Disease Control under the Establishment! No matter who you are, I demand to see—" A dull thud interrupted her as An Zheng collapsed to the ground, motionless.
The burly man wiped the butt of his gun and bent down to grab An Zheng by the ankle, silently dragging her toward the door.
The Young Man adjusted his wrinkled collar, hesitating for a moment before tilting his head and giving a self-deprecating smile. "Next..."
Meanwhile, six men in black escorted three individuals through a dim corridor. They turned down a spiral passage and pushed open two metal Blast Doors, stepping into a white room illuminated by softer lighting.
This place looked similar to where Luci and Cao Liang were; smooth, cold walls and floors surrounded them. The corridor had a curved shape resembling a circle, with prison cells every few meters on either side. Cold iron bars blocked the entrances, behind which sat or lay men and women with vacant expressions. As they moved deeper inside, the noise grew louder; arms reached out from behind bars while shouts and cries filled the air.
It resembled a prison but felt different.
Ming Junwei, Xiao Wei, and Wheat were barefoot in fitted white hospital gowns, cold handcuffs around their wrists and chains clanking at their feet as they walked. They formed a line flanked by masked men in black. These guards seemed to have lost their ability to speak, ignoring the cries and insults from those behind the bars as they led the three for about ten minutes in a large circle until they reached a quieter section of cells.
Ming Junwei silently surveyed his surroundings, feeling an indescribable shock within him. Since entering through the Blast Door, they had passed at least thirty cells, each housing varying numbers of people—men and women mixed together. These were living individuals; normal, healthy people—roughly estimating there were nearly two hundred of them.
The prison area appeared to be shaped like a large pie; both the curved corridor and cells were brightly lit but clearly not by natural light. Ming Junwei observed the ceiling and floor that seemed like an integrated white marble cage. Every few meters along the ceiling were recessed areas that housed fluorescent lights; these recesses were sealed with glowing materials that evenly spread light throughout the enclosure. Aside from the six burly guards escorting them, there were no other security personnel present; it seemed they were not concerned about any escape attempts from within this cage. They exuded confidence or perhaps simply did not care at all.
As they continued to watch and think, the footsteps of the guard came to a halt, and the three were brought to a cell in a quiet area. The cell was about the same size as the one they had seen earlier, roughly 20 square meters, with a corner designated for waste but nothing else. The man in black took out a key, unlocked the iron bars, and ushered each of them inside before closing the bars and turning to leave without uttering a word.
The three exchanged glances, listening as the footsteps faded away, slowly beginning to relax.
There were no lighting fixtures in the cell, but it wasn't dark; light from the corridor slanted in through the bars. The floor felt somewhat cold but was relatively clean. They sat on the ground, looking at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
Wheat seemed to have grown accustomed to various misfortunes and did not show any signs of panic; instead, he stared blankly at the iron bars outside, his gaze somewhat distant.
"Why didn't Dr. An and Little Gold come with us?" Xiao Wei leaned against the wall, rubbing his back which felt itchy. However, with his hands cuffed, he couldn't scratch it and could only squirm around to alleviate the itch. Seeing him struggle, Wheat gestured for him to turn around and helped him scratch his back.
"Maybe they separated us," Ming Junwei sighed, lying flat on the ground and muttering, "Are we dreaming?" Xiao Wei and Wheat echoed his sigh; neither of them knew what this situation was.
Before coming here, the last scene they had seen was the wind sweeping across the Loess Plateau. For days afterward, they had been trapped in a pitch-black container. Just when everyone thought they would remain in eternal deep sleep within that darkness, the container was opened. Before their eyes could adjust to the bright light outside after being accustomed to darkness for so long, hoods were placed over their heads once again, blocking out all light.
Ming Junwei recalled being taken into a place; he wasn't sure if anyone else had entered because they had been separated and confined in different truck containers. Luci, Cao Liang, and Song Yao were one group; Zeng Yadong and Su Lan were another; while the rest formed yet another group. The place where they disembarked was very quiet; Ming Junwei felt it must be indoors since there was nothing but footsteps echoing around them.
They were led into a dark room that was completely devoid of light. Many people were sent inside before the door closed behind them. In that darkness, Ming Junwei found Xiao Wei, Jin Bo, Wheat, and An Zheng; he had no idea where the little boy had been taken or where Su Lan and her group were. Besides them, there were many others in that dark room; he could hear various accents distinguishing both men and women—most of whom were young adults.
Initially terrified, these people later became angry; they shouted curses and cries while pounding on the cold blast door before eventually succumbing to wails and tears.
A day later, when the blast door opened again, several people attempted to rush out. They became...
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