Chapter 270: Shedding the Cicada's Shell?

After listening to Chen Ling's words, Jian Changsheng's expression was somewhat strange.

"Are you sure doing it like this will work?"

"If it was only myself, I have the certainty to be able to go out as I please, but you can't... To send you out, there is only this method right now." Chen Ling added a sentence. "It just needs you to make some small sacrifices."

"...I can't stand hearing these words. Forget it, let's just do it according to what you said."

"You make the move yourself or I help you?"

"Don't! Let me do it myself..."

...

A few White Coat Wearers pushed a sickbed, passing outside the door of the room where Jian Changsheng was located, going straight towards the second floor.

Just at this time, a hand drilled out from the dark crack in the door, silently covering the mouth of the White Coat Wearer walking at the very back, dragging him into the room like lightning!

"Wait!"

The few White Coat Wearers simultaneously turned their heads, looking at this direction doubtfully.

Because of the power outage, the entire corridor was a patch of pitch-black. Only the Kerosene Lamps in the crowd's hands could temporarily illuminate a corner. They saw that White Coat Wearer carrying a Kerosene Lamp standing at the room door, frowning and looking into the room from the Glass.

"What's wrong?"

"Disappeared!"

"What??"

The few White Coat Wearers were startled, immediately walking to the room door and looking inside. They only saw that in the dim room, a messy sickbed was already full of fresh blood since who knows when, empty and desolate on top of it. The Mushroom originally squatting in the corner had even more so disappeared without a trace.

The White Coat Wearers immediately pushed the door open. The crowd walked in front of the sickbed, astonishingly looking at the whole bed of fresh blood.

"This... how is this possible? During the experiment process, didn't anomalies not appear?"

"Looking from the bloodstains, it doesn't look like being attacked... instead it's like he splashed open himself?"

"Could it be the same as before, the flesh and blood couldn't bear the Potion and his body exploded?"

"But even if his body exploded, shouldn't he leave behind some flesh, blood and remnant limbs? There's only blood here ah?"

"Moreover back then it was injecting too much Potion in one breath. The Potion amount during the experiment process although also not little, but compared with it it's still lacking a lot... It shouldn't reach the point of his body exploding rightly speaking."

"..."

Just when the crowd was bitterly pondering, a streak of black shadow drilled out from the corner of the wall, straightaway feeling its way towards the sickbed parked in the corridor...

"What's going on?" An Enforcer walked over with quick steps. Seeing the whole bed of fresh blood, his brows immediately frowned.

The few White Coat Wearers immediately spoke of the matter once. The Enforcer's complexion sank. In his heart he began to suspect whether it was done by that "intruder", and so began to gather other nearby Enforcers, beginning to study this puddle of fresh blood. After all this was the only anomaly they discovered at present.

Just when these Enforcers were all in deep thought facing that puddle of fresh blood, one White Coat Wearer softly spoke:

"Let's go? It seems we are not needed here."

Seeing this, the other White Coat Wearers also didn't stay any longer, but rather continued pushing the sickbed parked in the corridor, walking towards the channel.

They just pushed the cart like this, passing through the third floor and second floor all the way, ultimately returning to the first floor which possessed an elevator. The majority of Enforcers had all followed Qiong Xuan to the second floor and third floor to inspect. On the first floor, other than having people guarding at the checkpoint, basically no other people could be seen.

The design of the Aurora Base was indeed cautious. This only elevator connected to the outside world, did not use electricity to drive it, but rather used steam. So even if the entire base lost electrical power and was all in a mess, it was still able to operate normally.

Just when they were preparing to leave, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Wait a moment."

The crowd turned their heads looking over. They only saw that amidst a patch of dimness, a figure draped in a black windbreaker was currently carrying a Kerosene Lamp, slowly walking over here.

"You are..."

"Vice Captain Han Meng." Han Meng's gaze swept a glance at them, speaking indifferently, "What are you doing this for?"

"Going to process the experimental subject whose experiment just failed." The White Coat Wearer leading them answered calmly. "The Potion content in his body is too much, if not incinerated as quickly as possible, it will pollute the base."

Experimental subject?

Han Meng's gaze fell onto that bedsheet. "Open it and let me see."

The White Coat Wearer lifted a corner of the bedsheet. A large piece of black object of unknown thing was currently paralyzed there, pitch-black Curse Runes on its surface twisting and flowing. It couldn't be distinguished whether it was liquid or solid. While causing a visual impact, a surge of foul stench assaulted the face.

Han Meng's brows tightly frowned. "You say... this is an experimental subject?"

"Yes."

While responding, that White Coat Wearer simultaneously took out a document from his embrace. "This is the relevant data, as well as the incineration application certificate."

"You guys... what have you treated human life as?" Han Meng did not take over this document. In his eyes, a touch of fury flashed past.

He couldn't imagine what kind of modification and pain a person had to bear, to then transform into this kind of appearance. Even if he now knew doing all this was for the sake of the Lord of the Aurora, he also couldn't accept this scene before his eyes.

The few White Coat Wearers looked at each other, helplessly answering, "We are merely acting on orders."

Han Meng stared fixedly at them for a long time, ultimately still withdrawing his gaze. After taking over that document, the crowd then pushed the sickbed continuing to head forward.

Han Meng's gaze fell on the first line of the document, his pupils abruptly shrinking.

"Halt!"

The crowd stopped their footsteps in doubt.

"This experimental subject... where did you guys find him from?" Han Meng's voice was incomparably low and deep.

"Number... his original name seems to be called... Zhao Yi?" One White Coat Wearer thought for a bit. "He was just sent in today, he filled in the application form himself. The details are all written on the document... I remember he seems to be a survivor coming from District Three?"

Once this sentence came out, the figure of the White Coat Wearer standing at the very back of the crowd shook, astonishment unable to be concealed emerging in his eyes.

Chen Ling disguised as a White Coat Wearer, looked towards that puddle of unknown object, somewhat in a trance for a time.

That thing... is Zhao Yi??

Although Chen Ling knew Zhao Yi's days were numbered, but he originally thought Zhao Yi would use the last of his time to accompany the crowd of District Three. He absolutely didn't expect he would actually encounter Zhao Yi here... Moreover it had only been a short few hours, that Salt-Sprinkling Bro who once ran amok in Frost Street, had just transformed into this kind of appearance??

Looking at that thing on the bed, he could not link it with the Zhao Yi in his memories no matter what.

The hand Han Meng was holding the document with trembled slightly. The fury in his eyes burned increasingly vigorously. Finally he directly crumpled the document into a ball holding it in his hand, turning around and then walking towards the lower floors' channel... A surge of Oppressive Aura expanded towards the surroundings, making the numerous White Coat Wearers look with faces full of blankness.

"I remember... this Han Meng, seems to exactly be a person of District Three?" One White Coat Wearer seemed to have thought of something, cautiously reminding a sentence.

A touch of understanding flashed across the crowd's faces. They looked at Han Meng's departing back, faintly feeling a burst of wind and rain currently brewing at the bottom of the base...

"Alright, stop looking... do your own matters well."

Under the reminder of one White Coat Wearer, the crowd then recovered their senses. After verifying the password with the Enforcers stationed at the door, they pushed the sickbed going directly towards the elevator.

Just at this time, one White Coat Wearer suddenly released his hand, not entering inside the elevator, but rather quietly standing on the spot.