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I raised the Memory Card in my hand and shook it a little. Seeing this, Death Apostle curiously asked, "Watching a movie? What movie?" I smiled and replied, "This should be considered a documentary... a documentary related to Yang Master. Do you want to watch it together?"
Upon hearing this, not only Death Apostle, but also Yao Long and Hu Fang became interested. They stood up from the sofa and gathered around me.
After a moment, I found the card reader, then opened my computer, inserted the Memory Card into the reader, and connected it to the computer.
The computer screen immediately displayed a menu bar for the removable disk. I opened it and found only one Video File. The file wasn't large, just over five hundred megabytes, so it should be about half an hour of video at most.
"Is this what you found at Yang Master's headquarters?" Death Apostle asked.
"I don't know if it's really Yang Master's headquarters, but one thing is certain: they must have spent a lot of financial and human resources there." With that, I double-clicked the mouse to open the video, and the monitor displayed the player interface.
Beside me, Yao Long and Death Apostle stared intently at the computer screen, while Hu Fang simply watched with curiosity.
The screen was completely black with no image. Just as I was about to fast forward, a man's voice came from the computer speakers. He spoke in somewhat stiff Mandarin: "This is the seventh one. If we don't succeed this time, we might become the next test subjects." His voice sounded somewhat fearful.
At that moment, another man spoke in a low voice: "What can we do? All we can do now is pray for protection. For people like us without parents, even if we die, no one will know..." He sighed deeply.
Just then, there was a loud click as a switch was flipped, and the entire room lit up. The scene revealed the room where I had found the camera.
The camera was focused on two people tied to metal frames—one male and one female. They were motionless with their heads drooping, seemingly in a state of unconsciousness.
At that moment, two staff members dressed in Amusement Park uniforms walked into view from both sides. One of them held a gleaming surgical knife. "It's your turn to take action now..."
Since it seemed that the camera had been placed on a table at a low angle, I could only judge their faces by their voices as they spoke.
At that moment, the man with a more Mandarin accent said, "Let's not waste time. We'll each take one... It's not like this is our first time doing something like this..."
Another person hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a surgical knife from somewhere and handed it over.
The two men approached the bound individuals, each holding a surgical knife. Just then, the woman who was trapped suddenly woke up. She froze for a moment before screaming at the top of her lungs.
"No! Don't kill me! I don't want to become a monster! Just let me go! We used to be colleagues; you liked me, didn't you? I promise I'll be with you! Please, just let me go!" The woman cried out, tears streaming down her face.
But the man with the Mandarin accent paid no attention to her pleas. He walked straight up to her and made a deep, long cut in her abdomen with the surgical knife.
The woman let out a series of painful screams and wails, but no matter what she said, it was useless; the two knife-wielders were completely indifferent to her words.
Seeing this, Hu Fang couldn't bear it any longer. "I can handle horror movies, but knowing this is real is just too hard to accept..." She kept trying to cover her eyes with her hands.
Hearing this, I turned to look at Hu Fang standing behind me. To my surprise, as she kept raising her arms, her shirt lifted slightly, revealing her pale abdomen. On her abdomen, I vaguely saw a long, thin scar that seemed to have been stitched up.
Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine, and all the hairs on my body stood on end. "Hu... Hu Fang, don't you feel anything at all?!"
Death Apostle and Yao Long immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly moved away from Hu Fang. Hu Fang herself was startled and hurriedly pulled up her shirt to look.
At that moment, the thin scar on her abdomen became visible, and I could still see some tiny needle marks around it. Seeing this, Hu Fang collapsed onto the ground. She touched her belly and said, "What happened to me? Why did it turn out like this? Am I going to become a monster too?"
Tears streamed down her face as she frantically rubbed her hair, seemingly unwilling to accept this reality.
My mind was buzzing; I couldn't think straight about what to do. In desperation, I grabbed Death Apostle and said, "You used to be one of Yang Master's people! Think of something quick! Otherwise, Hu Fang is done for! Those so-called Yang Masters! The righteous ones! Who the hell are they?!" My anger boiled over as I grabbed some books from the computer desk and slammed them onto the floor.
Yao Long appeared somewhat at a loss. If he were to fight, he would have no objections, but in this situation, he didn't know how to respond. In contrast, Death Apostle seemed much more composed. He ignored me and said to Hu Fang, "Show me the clothes you pulled up. This shouldn't be fatal for you. Because if you were like those people in the video, you would have died long ago..."
Upon hearing this, I quickly turned my gaze to the computer screen. I saw that the woman seemed to have something placed inside her body; she was struggling in pain, but no sound came from her mouth anymore.
Seeing this, another man in a work uniform hurriedly retreated until he was out of the camera's view. Just then, the woman suddenly stopped moving and began to spit out blood. As the blood flowed more and more, she even started to vomit her internal organs—her heart, liver...
It wasn't until she had expelled all her internal organs and became an empty shell that she finally stopped. "Is she... is she dead?!" I exclaimed, pointing at the computer screen and asking Death Apostle.
Death Apostle frowned deeply, his expression grave. "This is a rejection reaction. If successful, they would turn into those monsters you saw before, like the 'Walking Dead.' This should be an early experiment; back then, they injected Void Spirit directly into the human body without extracting the soul first, which led to many test subjects dying on the spot."
"Since you know about this thing, think of a way! We can't just wait for Hu Fang to end up like this!" I shouted angrily.
Upon hearing this, Death Apostle fell silent, while Hu Fang, sitting on the ground, was already in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
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