San Tian Liang Jiao
Chapter 1138 Limit Experiment (13)
Igor's surprise didn't last long; he was becoming increasingly accustomed to his power.
After breaking down the door, he stood at the entrance, his eyes, capable of seeing in the dark, scanned the room. He then turned to Brother Jue and said, "No one's inside...at least, I don't see anyone."
"Okay." Feng Bujue nodded and stepped forward, entering the room first.
Based on experience, Brother Jue located the light switch on the wall to the left of the door. When the lights came on, the full view of the "archive room" was revealed before Feng Bujue.
It was a space of just over ten square meters. Except for the area near the door, the rest of the room was lined with filing cabinets along the walls.
In a way, this room was indeed a trap, a trap that would waste a lot of time for a reading addict like Feng Bujue...
Fortunately, the system made some adjustments to this.
[Cannot be opened]
[There is nothing of value inside]
[The writing on the stained files is difficult to distinguish]
System prompts like these sounded constantly over the next ten minutes.
Feng Bujue tried to open every drawer of the filing cabinets, and the prompts he received were basically the three mentioned above.
He wasn't surprised by this. In fact, he was quite happy to see this situation; otherwise, with his personality and habits, he might really have spent several hours here reading a bunch of documents that might have nothing to do with the main plot.
"Hey, I say...you're experiment subject E107, right?" At this moment, Barefoot Brother had been handed over to Igor by Brother Jue. While Brother Jue was rummaging through the files, he whispered to Igor, "Looks like...VNO-9 was a success."
"You seem to know a lot," Igor's tone was cold, completely unlike the attitude he had when talking to Brother Jue.
Clearly, Igor didn't have any good feelings toward the owner of the head in his hand... Even if Barefoot Brother wasn't a "devil," he used to be a member of the organization that used Igor as a guinea pig (this could be judged from his knowledge of the base's structure).
"Heh heh heh...believe me, I don't know much," Barefoot Brother didn't seem to mind Igor's cold tone. Instead, he laughed, "That's right...I used to be a staff member at this base, but I was just a small fry. Believe me...I hate the people in this base as much as you do."
"Because they treated you as an experiment subject too?" Igor asked tentatively.
"Hmph..." Barefoot Brother seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, his tone tinged with resentment, "When the 'second experiment' went wrong, they didn't hesitate to seal off the area near the experimental zone, trapping me and a dozen others there." He paused, then looked up at Igor. Although, in his vision, the other party was just a tall, dark shadow, he still revealed a sinister expression, "But...looking at the results, both of our encounters were blessings in disguise...heh heh heh..."
Just as he let out that eerie laugh, Feng Bujue had finished flipping through all the filing cabinets and confirmed... that only one filing cabinet could be opened and checked, and in that filing cabinet, only one drawer's documents were legible. As for all the other cabinets and drawers, they were all "cannot be opened" or "cannot be read."
"Okay...looks like that's all..." Feng Bujue returned to that drawer, took out all the documents inside, and sat cross-legged on the floor.
"Oh, by the way..." After settling down, Feng Bujue opened the first stack of documents and said to Igor without looking up, "Igor, close the door."
Hearing this, Igor turned his head and looked at the metal door with its broken lock, and asked suspiciously, "Does it still make sense to close this door...?"
"It's relatively safer to close it," Feng Bujue was now multitasking, reading the contents of the documents while responding, "If other mutants happen to pass by the door, they might unknowingly walk past if the door is closed."
"Uh..." Hearing this, Igor instinctively looked down at the head he was holding, "But...what if this guy starts yelling as soon as he hears footsteps outside?"
That was indeed a problem, because Barefoot Brother could speak without vocal cords. Unless he was killed, cutting out his tongue wouldn't do any good... he could still tip off the people outside.
"Then you immediately throw his head at me," In the next second, Feng Bujue blurted out a countermeasure almost without thinking, "When his kind comes in through the door after hearing the sound, all they'll see is me and him, and their attention will definitely be drawn to me. At that moment, you can strike."
"Hmph..." Unexpectedly, Barefoot Brother sneered and replied, "Even so, I can still remind them to be wary of Igor, can't I?"
"You can try...we'll see if your voice is louder, or my mountain songs are smoother," Feng Bujue replied calmly, "Taking a step back, even if your reminder really works...the result will be the same. From what I've observed, with Igor's current physical abilities, plus his 'invisible' characteristic in your eyes, even if you're prepared, you're still no match for him."
After listening to Brother Jue's words, Barefoot Brother spat in frustration, speechless.
Having personally experienced Igor's blade, Barefoot Brother understood that Feng Bujue's analysis was correct.
Taking himself as an example...even if Barefoot Brother now had arms and legs and was prepared, he didn't have the confidence to defeat Igor. Leaving aside all the other miscellaneous enhancement abilities, just in terms of strength and speed...Igor, this VNO-9 modified human, was almost on par with them, these sleep experiment mutants, and under this premise...Igor also had built-in stealth and self-healing abilities that they didn't have.
In summary, let alone a one-on-one fight, as long as Igor was cautious and sneaky during combat...he might not even lose in a one-vs-three situation.
Squeak—
A few seconds later, Igor had closed the door.
Seeing Feng Bujue absorbed in reading a stack of documents, he knew that this would definitely take some time. So, he also found an empty spot to sit down and rest.
At the same time, Feng Bujue had already read through one-third of the contents of the first document with his amazing reading speed.
"Hmm...these people..." Although he had only read one-third of it, Brother Jue had already started to complain in his heart, "Could you guys be any more ridiculous?"
The first document he was reading was a research plan application, codenamed "Meilie Yaowa" Plan.
And the general idea of this plan was actually—to use precise methods to selectively suppress and damage the human right brain, thereby achieving the goal of making the left brain more developed.
For some unknown reason, the person who proposed this plan believed that the left brain was more useful than the right brain...
Then, this person also had another theory, which was..."Defect-Induced Evolution Theory." And the examples he gave seemed to make sense, for example: the hearing of blind people is more developed than that of ordinary people, the right leg of a person with a disabled left leg will be stronger, the vision of deaf-mutes will be relatively sharp, the one arm of a bachelor will be relatively thick (okay, I just made this one up), and so on.
In short, the logic of this research plan was that as long as the right brain was crippled, the left brain could become stronger.
Before Feng Bujue finished reading this document, he strongly felt that...the person who proposed this plan...might already be crippled himself.
"Although I also know that Germany during World War II, the Soviet Union during the Cold War, and the United States during any period were doing some inexplicable and bizarre research..." Feng Bujue muttered softly as he finished reading the first document, "But the ridiculousness of this setting is truly astonishing...suddenly, 'zombies' seem reliable..."
Three minutes later, Brother Jue began to flip through the second document.
This one was indeed much more reliable in comparison, because this one was the experimental record of the "First Sleep Experiment."
The beginning of the content was the same as the introduction in the opening CG, so Feng Bujue immediately spotted the section that read [They have enough food to last for a month, some books, as well as tap water, toilets, and several beds], and continued reading...
[For the first five days, nothing unusual happened. However, the conversations between the prisoners became increasingly emotional...they began to pour out their hearts to each other.]
[On the sixth day, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, the prisoners suddenly became paranoid and crazy; they no longer chatted and began to blame each other for their current situation.]
[In the following days, the prisoners sat back to back, seemingly sulking. Through the microphone, we heard strange, indistinct whispers.]
[On the ninth day, one of them became nervously panicked, screaming and running back and forth in the room, constantly shouting loudly until he completely lost his voice and could only make faint whimpers.]
[The other four prisoners seemed unmoved by everything that was happening in the room, but two of them were observed quietly tearing paper from books, defecating on the paper, and then sticking the paper to the glass portholes of the room.]
[On the fourteenth day, we could no longer see what was happening in the room. The porthole looked like a large fish tank covered in excrement.]
[On the fifteenth day, there was no longer any sound in the room, it became very quiet, but the oxygen detector showed that there were still signs of life inside.]
[Although we cannot observe the situation inside the room, this unusual silence makes us wonder if they have fainted.]
[At 11:30 that night, we unanimously decided to open the room for inspection. We told them over the broadcast that a team of staff would enter the room to inspect the microphones and clean the portholes.]
[We asked the test subjects to stay away from the door and lie on the ground, otherwise they would be shot.]
[Of course, considering the mental and physical condition of these people, we cannot rule out the possibility that someone might actively seek death. Therefore, we declared that as long as they cooperate, one person will be released.]
[After the broadcast, the silence in the room continued until a voice trembled into the microphone, "We don't need you to give us freedom anymore."]
[Fifteen minutes later, we and a team of assault soldiers entered the room, and we were greeted by a scene of hell on earth.]
[They did not eat the food we gave them, at least...they haven't eaten for a week.]
[We saw blood seeping from their mouths, and everyone's mouth was stuffed with something. If there were no accidents...it should be their own flesh.]
[We noticed that there were large defects in the muscles on everyone's faces and bodies, and these scars were all made by hand, not by teeth, that is to say...they tore themselves apart with their hands and ate it as food.]
[Two of the experimental subjects had torn so much flesh that their chests were exposed, and some of their internal organs had been dug out of their body cavities, but their bodies were still functioning normally.]
[I don't know what the principle is, a person with half a lung missing can still speak, before that...he was still alive.]
[We had to suspend the experiment and enter the medical process first. However, after turning off the TS gas, the five experimental subjects suddenly went mad.]
[They launched a sudden attack on us with a strange force that I couldn't understand, killing three guards instantly, and killing two more while others subdued them.]
[In the end, we controlled three experimental subjects, and the other two seemed to be able to go directly to the autopsy process.]
[At dawn on the sixteenth day, we dissected the first one, the one who started yelling in the beginning. We now know why he didn't yell later, because his vocal cords had been completely torn apart. In addition, some of the meat stuffed in his mouth didn't seem to be his own, but the sinus of another experimental subject.]
Seeing this, Feng Bujue found that the person writing the experimental record was becoming more and more emotional and dramatic in his writing, and...his tone when describing those experimental subjects was no longer the feeling of describing "humans," but more like describing some kind of "thing."
[At the same time, the three we tied up are undergoing varying degrees of surgery; they all requested that no anesthesia be used during the surgery, so they could stay awake.]
[In fact, even if they didn't make this request, it wouldn't matter, because we have found that sedatives have no effect on them, even if we inject one of them with a dose for three people, the experimental subject is still alive and kicking.]
[The first subject to undergo surgery died of excessive blood loss, at least from the symptoms...it was excessive blood loss; as for why he could be so powerful even with nine broken bones, we don't know.]
[The second experimental subject showed a strange satisfaction during the surgery, like a drug addict who had taken drugs, smiling at us the whole time. But after the surgery, he became angry and asked us to cut him open again.]
[The third experimental subject kept muttering that he had to stay awake. I vaguely heard from his words...he seemed to say that he was about to be "free."]