pertwk Chapter 226 The Mysterious Base
Chapter 226 The Mysterious Base
"Da da da da da..."
Amidst a flurry of footsteps, the laboratory's security personnel and researchers rushed to the dissection room.
Two security guards violently kicked open the metal door.
When everyone rushed into the dissection room, they all instantly showed expressions of disbelief and shock.
Everywhere you looked, everything was crimson.
Meanwhile, researcher David lay quietly in a pool of blood, the wound on his left wrist so deep that the bone was visible, and the blood on the ground was smeared into eerie, twisted lines.
"Fuck!"
Carter, who arrived shortly after, saw the horrific scene inside the room and immediately turned to look at the fat security guard.
"Who did this? You didn't even know there was an assassin inside the base? What are you bunch of useless idiots doing?!"
The fat man took two steps back, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly, his face showing a look of utter disbelief.
"Sir... no, I didn't see anyone."
The fat man stammered, pointing his fat finger at David's corpse.
"I, I saw it was him... he did it himself."
"fart!"
Upon hearing the fat man's words, Carter grabbed him by the collar and spat in his face.
"How is that possible... David is the base's top researcher! You're telling me he went to the dissection room in the middle of the night, cut himself up, and drew pictures for fun?"
"It's true! The surveillance footage is crystal clear!"
"Shit, to the control room!"
After saying that, Carter turned and led his men to the monitoring room.
When everyone arrived at the monitoring room, the fat man quickly opened the previously saved surveillance footage.
In the video, David is studying something in his lab.
Suddenly, the video buffered.
The next second, David's head turned at an angle that defied human anatomy.
His mouth stretched to his ears, revealing an inhuman smile.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat upon seeing this.
Before they could speak, David in the surveillance footage moved again.
He stiffly stood up from his seat and, like a puppet, walked out step by step.
At this moment, the fat man quickly switched the surveillance camera to the corridor, and saw David walk out of the laboratory, followed by the scene the fat man had seen before.
David walked all the way to the dissection room, picked up a scalpel, and without hesitation cut open his own wrist, then drew on the floor.
Throughout the entire process, David maintained that eerie smile.
"What the hell is going on here?"
This bizarre scene sent chills down Carter's spine.
The researchers who followed in exchanged glances, and one of them muttered to himself:
"Sir, is it because of the recent continuous research that David is under too much mental stress and is experiencing hallucinations? Or... is he possessed?"
"Shut up! This is a top-level scientific laboratory. You're talking to me about being possessed?" Carter shouted sternly.
He forced himself to calm down and walked around the blood array on the ground.
Neither the surveillance footage nor the actual scene showed any signs of external intrusion.
All the evidence points to this as an extremely bizarre suicide.
But if it's about being possessed, he'd rather believe that David himself had a mental problem.
"Investigate! Investigate everyone David has recently contacted, everything he's eaten, and everything he's looked at!"
Carter gritted his teeth and ordered, "Find two people to collect the body. Clean the autopsy room thoroughly!"
After saying that, he turned and strode away.
He now has to check if there's anything wrong with the successful test subject number five.
At this point, anyone can die, but the test subject cannot be allowed to die.
……
At the same time, Lin Fan, far away at the Raccoon City base, was also not asleep. He sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring straight ahead.
"What are you looking at so intently?" Lin Jianguo, who was standing next to his son, couldn't help but ask when he saw that his son had been in the same position for a long time.
"hey-hey……"
Coming to his senses, Lin Fan let out a chilling laugh before speaking.
"Something good has happened."
Without waiting for his father to ask, he explained,
"I really didn't expect that these Americans would be so good at courting their own demise."
Although Lin Fan couldn't see what was happening inside the base through the mental connection with Da Wu, he could still sense another evil aura emanating from within it.
"Someone died?" Lin Jianguo asked in surprise.
"Someone must be dead. Big Crow sensed the aura of death, but I didn't see anything specific."
Lin Fan clapped his hands, stood up, and said,
"I reckon the US might end up getting itself killed this time. I can sense that the possessed soldier is no pushover."
Hearing him say that, Lin Jianguo stroked his chin:
"Should we remind them? After all, I'm thinking of making some more things later."
"Are you stupid? What kind of reminder are you giving me?"
Lin Fan rolled his eyes.
"Once most of them are dead, we'll take over. Then it'll all be ours, right?"
Lin Jianguo gave a thumbs up: "When it comes to being ruthless, you're the best."
……
While the father and son were talking, at the secret base in Nevada...
This is the third dissection room.
The corridor outside was quiet, with only the occasional flicker of the pale incandescent light.
Jack and Tom pushed a stainless steel morgue cart and stopped it in front of the autopsy room.
The two men were wearing white protective suits and masks, and carrying heavy black body bags.
"What bad luck."
Jack pushed the door open with a grumble.
"Being woken up at 3 a.m. to collect a corpse, David couldn't have picked a better time to die."
Tom frowned and covered his nose:
"Say less. Didn't you see Commander Carter's face? He's itching to kill right now."
"Quickly put the body inside; the stench of blood here is overwhelming."
The two pushed the cart into the dissection room.
David's body remained in that eerie position lying in the pool of blood, the blood on the ground dried and turned dark red.
Jack walked to the body's feet, while Tom walked to its head.
"One, two, three, go!"
The two men worked together to lift David's body and throw it heavily onto the hearse.
"You stay here and watch over things. I'll go get some disinfectant. We need to wash off these scribbles on the ground."
Tom turned and walked toward the locker in the corner of the dissection room.
Jack nodded and bent down to unzip the body bag.
"Sizzle—"
The sound of the zipper being pulled open was particularly jarring in the empty dissection room.
Just then, out of the corner of Jack's eye, he saw David's left hand, which was hanging limply at the edge of the hearse, suddenly twitch its index finger.
Jack paused, then rubbed his eyes.
"Tom?" Jack called out.
"What are you doing?" Tom asked without turning his head.
Jack swallowed hard, staring intently at David's hand. One second, two seconds. Nothing happened.
Am I seeing things?
"Uh, it's nothing."
Jack shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, reached out to grab David's hand, and prepared to stuff him into the bag.
"squeak--"
Just then, a sharp scraping sound suddenly came from the corridor outside the door.
The sound was like fingernails scraping against a metal wall.
Jack shuddered and abruptly turned to look at the doorway.
The open metal door led to an empty space; there was nothing there.
Only the incandescent light in the corridor flickered twice with a "zzzt" sound, dimming a little.