Chapter 347: Traces of Dr. Xuanyuan

That place, because of the periodic pressure self-check program, had a signal shielding vacuum period that lasted less than three seconds every fixed interval.

This underground turtle shell of the Liu family had surveillance like a spider web, but as long as it was a man-made system, there were always loopholes to drill through.

The timing was just right.

Lin Yu adjusted his sitting posture, his left hand naturally resting on the cold edge of the console.

His palm moved slightly, and the tiny storage device was precisely aimed at that signal dead angle that was about to appear.

The muscles at his fingertips contracted extremely finely.

A short signal that had undergone special encryption and had an extremely hidden frequency band slipped out silently.

The message was very short, just a few words.

"Hive. Zhou Minghui. Moved. Need to see."

After doing these, he withdrew his hand, his fingertips continuing to click on the screen, calling up another set of comparison data, as if he had just moved his fingers casually.

In the underground base, the constant smell of disinfectant mixed with the metallic smell of energy particles slightly escaping, quiet, leaving only the low hum of instruments running.

Under this calmness, the water was about to boil.

Half an hour later, the chief manager knocked on the door and came in, the respectful attitude making one wish he could kneel down and kowtow.

"Mr. Lin, the family head just received the latest assessment report, Miss Xuanyuan's various physiological indicators are tending to stabilize, and the recovery speed has exceeded expectations."

"The family head's meaning is, can we consider arranging for the next stage of 'energy balance induction'?"

Lin Yu didn't even lift his head, staring at the energy cycle chart that had just stabilized on the screen.

"No rush."

"Her body just withstood a high-intensity energy impact, and her spirit also needs to relax. Let Xu Xiaochuan come over, I need to recalibrate his energy output frequency and stability, not a single mistake can be made."

"Okay, okay, I will arrange it immediately."

The chief manager bowed and withdrew, his footsteps faster than when he came.

Taking advantage of the gap of calling people, Lin Yu walked into the temporary lounge prepared for him.

Just as the door closed, a black bracelet on his wrist that looked quite ordinary vibrated lightly.

The screen lit up, displaying a safe address coordinate that kept jumping and changing, precise to the street and door number.

Below was a specific time—two hours later.

The other party's reaction speed and efficiency were a bit interesting.

It was late at night.

Lin Yu slipped into several maintenance passages like a ghost, avoiding those surveillance probes in the Liu family base that covered almost all surface passages.

Finally, he found a ventilation pipe that had been abandoned long ago and wasn't marked on the map at all.

The pipe had accumulated a thick layer of dust, narrow enough for a person to barely rub through sideways.

The vehicle waiting outside to receive them was a pitch-black old sedan, so dilapidated it looked like it had just been dragged out of a scrapyard, its license plate even hanging crookedly.

The car wound around in the night, specifically choosing small roads in corners, finally drilling into a desolate and dilapidated old industrial area.

In front of a red brick building that looked like it was about to collapse, the car stopped silently.

This place looked dilapidated, but the surroundings were "clean" abnormally, without any feeling of being spied on or monitored, carrying a kind of way that only old Jianghu people understood.

Pushing open the half-open rusty door, with a "creak," it was particularly loud in the silent night.

The light inside was dim, with only a few old-fashioned incandescent bulbs emitting dim yellow light.

The air was filled with a heavy smell of machine oil, dust, and some kind of chemical reagent, rushing straight to his nose.

A huge old workbench occupied most of the room, covered with various drawings, disassembled parts, and instruments he couldn't name.

A middle-aged man wearing a washed-out gray sweater, wearing a pair of thick gold-rimmed glasses, his hair messy like a bird's nest, was standing with his back to the door, staring at a screen flashing with data on the wall.

It was precisely the scarred man who claimed to be "Peregrine Falcon" in the tunnel, and later identified as a core member of "Hive" by Xuanyuan Qing.

At this moment, the scars on his face were a bit chilling in the dim light, but his entire aura had changed completely.

The ruthlessness of a desperate man in the tunnel was gone, replaced by a kind of long-term research-induced depression and weariness.

Only this calmness was now covered by a layer of thick worry.

"You're here."

The scarred man turned around, pushing the bridge of his nose, the lenses reflecting light, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

His voice was a bit hoarse, the kind of weariness from staying up too late.

"The situation is much worse than we thought. We seriously underestimated Zhou Minghui's madness, and we also underestimated what he really hid in his hands."

Lin Yu walked to his opposite side, looking at him calmly.

"Get to the point."

"Professor"—this was his true identity and codename—took a breath, as if organizing his language, or as if recalling some past he didn't want to touch.

"To completely understand the current situation, you have to know some truths about the YA project and 'Hive' that were covered up."

He paused, his voice lowering even more.

"'Hive', unlike what is rumored outside, is not just one of the early sponsors of the YA project. We... are one of the initiators of this project, the initial core team."

Lin Yu didn't speak, signaling him to continue.

"The project's initial goal, based on Dr. Xuanyuan Boming's breakthrough theory, was to explore a brand-new, absolutely clean, theoretically infinite form of energy, wanting to completely change the progress of human civilization."

The professor's fist tightened on the workbench, his knuckles turning white.

"But soon, the research direction split, and it couldn't be reconciled."

"A part of the people, led by Xuanyuan Qing's father, Dr. Xuanyuan Boming, insisted that energy must be absolutely controllable and used for peaceful development, benefiting all mankind."

"Another part of the people... that is, the group that later supported Zhou Minghui, they saw something darker and more tempting from Dr. Xuanyuan's theory—turning this thing into a weapon, and... something even crazier, wanting to use this energy to 'connect' to some existence we completely didn't know about."

"Finally, the latter used every means, snatched the project's leadership. 'Hive' split completely because of this."

"Our faction, all the people who insisted on Dr. Xuanyuan's philosophy, were forced to break away, went underground, and disappeared."

"These years, we have been secretly watching them, collecting evidence, wanting to stop them, and correct this mistake that could destroy everything."

"Dr. Xuanyuan..." Lin Yu whispered this name, Xuanyuan Qing's pale and stubborn face flashing in his brain.

"He was a true idealist, a genius, and also the last guardian among us..." The professor's voice was filled with admiration, but quickly covered by deep pain, "He foresaw the danger, and at the last moment, secretly copied almost all the core data and materials, hiding them separately." ===== CHAPTER 348 =====