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In the monitoring room, Hansen kept one eye open and the other closed, maintaining a sense of awareness between dreams and reality.
Xiao Qiang had not yet arrived. Zou Xia carefully poured him a cup of instant milk tea. He took it in his hands, and a fragrant aroma wafted into his nostrils. Unable to resist, he brought it to his lips and slowly sipped. Just as he had walked to the door, he noticed the loud snoring coming from Hansen, who was leaning back with his arms crossed.
Zou Xia appeared casual as she handed Xiao Qiang a piece of bubble gum. She mentioned that she had secretly brought it to the base, intending to chew on it quietly during the night shift.
Xiao Qiang set down the cup and took the gum, which was slightly larger than an eraser and wrapped in gold foil. After hesitating for a moment, he glanced at the screen in the monitoring room. He exited the monitoring room and approached Wu Yi and Lin Yu, discreetly slipping the gum into Wu Yi's hand before pretending to be very tired as he returned to the monitoring room.
Wu Yi chewed on the gum, which was soft and thin, slowly stretching it in his hand.
Lin Yu watched him with a half-smile, observing his strange behavior in a blind spot that the cameras couldn't see. He suppressed a laugh that threatened to burst forth and raised a finger to his lips, signaling for silence.
Everything was ready. Suddenly, camera five seemed to malfunction, plunging into darkness. Done—Xiao Qiang could finally relax for a bit. Just two feet away from the door were Amy and Hansen. Aunt Zou Xia was busy in the Cultivation Room; nothing major should happen—
Once his taut nerves relaxed, it inevitably led to a psychological drop in resilience, causing minor tremors of disappointment and confusion—he felt out of place, out of sorts! He struggled to calm himself, squinting slightly—
*****
Lin Yu poured a glass of water for the madman, watching him sip slowly. Wu Yi paced back and forth, always alert—a habit he had maintained for some time. He had to wait until Xiao Qiang was rested before he could take a break himself.
The madman smiled gratefully at Lin Yu for treating him like a person and wiped his mouth with his hand. With a heavy sigh, he began to recount a story he had long kept hidden in his heart.
Even though Wu Yi had glued the camera with super gum, the madman still wore an expression of fear, unwilling to reveal his real name—long ago, they had been gradually recruited to work on an isolated island. Among them were electricians, construction workers, designers, and others...
Working here, the boss said: the pay won't be less, and if the work is done well, there might even be more. However, one must adhere to the rules and regulations here; workers are not allowed to communicate freely with each other, as the construction projects belong to a confidential organization, and no information can leak to the outside world.
For a long time, the workers maintained a peaceful coexistence, keeping their distance and content with their status quo, focusing on their individual tasks. As the project neared completion, the number of workers gradually decreased, and it was assumed that those who left had finished their work and taken their pay.
Due to the different types of work and staggered schedules, along with various strict regulations, even though everyone worked on the same island, no one knew each other.
Until one day, a worker stumbled upon a restricted area while repairing pipes—a dark, cold corridor extending into an underground basement. On either side of the corridor were tightly closed doors. Curious about what these rooms contained, he realized this was his first time seeing this place.
Curiosity is an innate trait deeply rooted in human nature. Everyone harbors some deep-seated fears; however, after experiencing enough, one naturally develops a certain immunity. Driven by a sense of luck and curiosity about the unknown, he ventured further.
Having worked here for at least six months, he was quite familiar with the layout of the place. It was this familiarity that gave him the courage to peek into its secrets.
At first, he tiptoed in; the corridor felt eerily desolate, much colder than the temperature above ground. In short, it was freezing! After walking for a while and feeling that there were no surveillance cameras or signs of life around, he boldly pushed open a nearby door.
The door slid open silently without a sound. Overall, the scene gave off an eerie sense of stillness. If it weren't for his living presence, this place could easily be mistaken for a morgue—lost in thought, he stepped inside. The unusual chill of the corridor became unbearable. Unexpectedly, as he entered the room, he let out a sudden sneeze.
Inside was equipped with sensor lights—likely infrared sensors! With that sneeze, the room instantly lit up. At that moment, he saw rows of wooden boards with bodies lying on them—
He was stunned; an inexplicable chill crept over him. It felt as if his feet were glued to the spot; suddenly he couldn't move—on those boards lay bodies that looked so familiar. Although they had never formally greeted each other, having seen them a few times made them acquaintances in his mind! Their faces were deeply etched in his memory—at that moment, their bulging eyes and bloodied corners were hauntingly vivid. They all appeared ashen gray, rigid in death, covered by thin white sheets up to their necks—hanging from their feet was a vertical sign whose writing was too far away to read clearly.
But he guessed it must be the names and addresses of the deceased! What had happened here? Why had they died? He dared not linger any longer and trembled uncontrollably. Gathering all his strength, he managed to move his nearly stiff foot slightly.
From that day on, a madman appeared at the base—a man who only smiled foolishly and worked mindlessly. Subsequently, he noticed that more companions were going missing; he didn't dare speak up or trust anyone.
He ate when he was hungry and drank from the lake when he was thirsty, spending his days toiling away with a toolbox in hand. Gradually, he found himself alone; everyone else seemed to have vanished into thin air. Later, a group of knowledgeable scientists arrived, and the burly man in charge personally brought the madman before the R Classroom, saying, "This man is reliable; he's a madman, but he won't do anything bad."
Is the madman's words true or false? There’s no time to verify now—
"I know what's going on," Wu Yi and Lin Yu suddenly turned around, surprised to see Xiao Qiang speaking. They had been so engrossed in listening to the madman that they hadn’t noticed when he entered the room.
His silent arrival and sudden speech startled them. They shuddered at the thought; if Matt and Professor R had been there, who knows what would have happened to the madman.
Xiao Qiang corrected their assumption: "The madman won't die; those corpses have nothing to do with Matt and the others."
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