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With a sense of trepidation, we arrived at the foreboding building. The usually guarded entrance stood wide open, as if silently inviting us in. We exchanged glances and mustered our courage to step inside.
Before us lay a grand hall, with a soaring ceiling and walls adorned with pristine white tiles that glimmered coldly in the dim light. Dozens of computers were neatly arranged at the control station, their screens flickering with data that appeared as incomprehensible as ancient scripts. It was evident that this had once been a top-tier research facility, but now it was deserted and lifeless.
"It's eerily quiet here, not even a guard in sight," Sam remarked, glancing around and lowering his voice. "Where did they all go?"
"Who knows? Maybe they've all turned into zombies," Hugo chuckled dryly, though there was no humor in his expression.
I didn't respond but instead hurried over to a massive mainframe. The machine loomed large, its center embedded with a touchscreen, seemingly waiting for a command to power up. Tentatively, I pressed the screen, and to my surprise, the machine lit up with a soft hum.
"I didn't expect there to be power here," I murmured, my eyes glued to the display.
However, to my dismay, the main interface presented only a simple dialog box that read "Please enter password." I sighed; this machine likely held crucial information, but without the password, we couldn't access anything.
"You guys watch me," Hugo said as he squeezed in front of the mainframe and began typing furiously on the keyboard.
I quickly stepped aside and held my breath. Hugo was an undeniable computer genius; even Claire's confidential files were no match for his skills. If he could crack this system, it would undoubtedly be a significant breakthrough for us.
Ten minutes passed, and Hugo wiped the sweat from his brow, shaking his head in frustration. "I'm sorry; the encryption level on this system is just too high—far beyond my capabilities. Looks like we'll have to find another way."
Just then, Sam gasped, his face turning pale. "You—you guys look!"
Following the direction of his finger, I felt a chill run down my spine. In the corner stood a massive cultivation tank, inside which floated a naked figure! To be precise, it was a grotesque monster!
The creature was over three meters long, its skin an eerie pale hue, and its head was disproportionately large, adorned with sharp fangs. Its limbs were thick and powerful, with claws like hooks, clearly a product of genetic enhancement. At that moment, the monster had its eyes closed, floating motionless in the cultivation fluid, leaving us uncertain if it was alive or dead.
"Oh my God, what kind of twisted experiment is GH conducting?" Sam murmured in terror. "If that thing wakes up, it could tear us to shreds!"
"Don't be afraid; there's bulletproof glass separating us," I said, forcing myself to remain calm as I stepped closer to observe. "Look, there's a nameplate at the bottom. MOT-27, is that its designation?"
Hugo leaned in closer, repeating the name several times with a furrowed brow. "I remember reading in the files that while GH was developing viruses, they were also secretly creating a special bioweapon. Could this be their masterpiece?"
A shiver crept up my spine. Why were they manufacturing such inhuman monsters? Wasn't the virus alone enough to bring about the end of the world? Had humanity's desires and madness truly swollen to such an unimaginable extent?
As we debated this unsettling reality, a sudden rustling sound emerged from the corner. We all turned in unison to see a figure in a white lab coat slowly stepping out of the shadows, its steps unsteady and its complexion pale.
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