Chapter 490

"I designed a decoding program, look—"

Leonard took a small brick out of his pants pocket.

"Although it looks like a camera, this is actually a detector. Through it, we can see some hidden traces."

"Just like this."

Leonard pointed the detector at the wall, and something seemed to appear on the wall……

It was a drop of sweat.

It happened to overlap with Herta's gray hair.

Forming the "Sweating Herta" meme.

As if silently mocking Leonard.

Leonard was immediately incoherent: "Uh…… this is……"

Bai Xuan held his arms and praised:

"She is really beautiful."

……

Unlike the little episode in the space station.

The audience watching the Foundation program enjoyed a true audiovisual feast.

The screen was full of flesh and blood.

Layer upon layer, there were hands, feet, hearts, livers, intestines……

All kinds, a wide variety, not knowing whose they were, mixed together, as if they were meat to be boiled in a pot.

Layer upon layer of dead people piled together, and even the main perspective was pressed inside, only able to see a faint light through the gaps in the pile of corpses.

Seeing a face that had lost half of its face, silently looking at itself.

"！！!"

"Ugh——"

Fu Xuan felt physical discomfort on the spot.

Even Jing Yuan, who had fought for many years and seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

When seeing this scene, he also felt his stomach churning.

Looking down at the meal on the table, he only felt that he had no appetite at all, and had no intention of eating.

……

Sophia clearly knew that this was someone's memory.

She was swept away by this thought, substituted herself into another person, and seemed to have truly become a woman named Lucretia.

This terrible place, the excessive stench, was enough to make Lucretia faint.

She gritted her teeth, enduring the double discomfort of body and mind, struggling in the corpses to grab hands and feet and pull herself up.

She breathed violently, but what she inhaled was something that made her even more suffocated.

Her body craved oxygen, craved pure air, but what she inhaled into her nasal cavity was the worst smell in the world.

This smell, through memory, seeped into Sophia's consciousness, making her suffocate along with it.

The smell of corpses, the smell of feces, the smell of blood, the smell of sweat, the smell of feet, the smell of fox odor, and the body odor emitted by different people.

Rich as a bottle of bean juice brewed in '82.

Disgusting.

Except for the real bystanders, no one could endure this beautiful scene.

Perhaps not even them.

An overly terrible visual experience can effectively stimulate other senses.

Her hands clawed violently upward, pushing away the disgusting chunks of meat.

A cool feeling suddenly came from the palm covered in blood.

She grabbed the air!

Air—a common, universal, beautiful, yet incredibly precious thing.

Sophia felt the sincere happiness and excitement of the owner of the memory.

Touching the air meant she had regained her freedom.

And not something buried by a pile of dead people.

Just as she was imagining the beauty of the outside world, a strange feeling suddenly came from her hand.

——Someone was interlacing their fingers with hers!

"！！!"

She resisted screaming, instinctively twisting her wrist, wanting to break that person's ligaments in half.

But she failed, and the person pulled her upward, pulling her into more wars.

A metallic scent rushed to her face, and the world around her began to blur, turning into monotonous fractals.

Before her vision could react, the first thing that worked was her hearing.

"Hey, Lucretia." The person said.

Sophia noticed Lucretia's sincere peace of mind—that was a friend's voice.

It was Michail.

Lucretia inhaled sharply, her whole body tensed, and with the help of the other party, she pulled herself out of the pile of dead people.

She was exhausted, knees hugged to her chest, panting heavily.

As Lucretia tilted her head left and right, Sophia knew what place this was.

This was a coliseum thousands of meters underground, surrounded by huge rocks and built walls.

Lucretia and Michail.

The two were in the center of the coliseum, playing a nameless game with a large group of people.

The ticket for the game is life, the winner has no prize, but continues to live, the loser has no loss, and can be freed from this hell.

A noun appeared in Sophia's mind.

"Black Room."

Michail praised: "You were like a monster there." From the heart.

He seemed to be kneeling nearby fiddling with something…… Lucretia narrowed her eyes, waiting for her vision to recover.

"I don't know," she whispered, "I usually faint after the first hit, and then I'm taken over by physical instinct."

She saw Michail's blurred head lower and raise.

The other party said: "That's good."

She raised an eyebrow: "Is it?"

"Yes." He stood up and turned to her, "This means your adaptability is very strong, stronger than most of the corpses below."

This time it was her turn to nod, but she had nothing to answer.

She just hugged her legs tighter, hoping Michail would leave.

"Look at this."

"Hmm?" She muttered, looking up at what he gave her.

It was a necklace…… it should be.

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But the pendant on it was familiar, yet she didn't recognize what it was.

"What is that strung on there?"

"Teeth," Michail grinned.

"Teeth?" Lucretia's facial muscles twitched, "Isn't that a bit too formal for this place?"

Sophia also felt a muscle on her face twitch involuntarily.

This place was too strange, too bloody, as if performing some evil ritual.

Reminding her of the lost Mayan civilization, and the slaughterhouse-like human sacrifice scene.

Such a scene, for her, might just be a bit shocking.

But for many viewers who had never even eaten natural meat, such a direct, primitive, and violent scene truly exceeded their tolerance range.

"Using a part of the body as decoration…… this is a bit too primitive."

"It's like two civilizations, the Foundation is about to enter the interstellar era, while some people remain in primitive society."