Chapter 511

Stelle nodded:

"Sounds like you have deep experience."

Leonard smiled awkwardly:

"Every morning when I wake up, I have this feeling."

"I always feel their purpose isn't that simple. Sigh, I really hope I can find some clues useful to you, otherwise, it's really embarrassing to let you work in vain for so long."

Not long after, Lucretia was "transported" to the terminal station.

Site-θ.

"Squeak—"

Under Lucretia's gaze, the door of the cage was opened by security personnel.

She saw the wariness and vigilance in the eyes of those jailers, just like the people who knocked her down with a taser that day.

She was long used to this situation; she was never a person from a normal world anyway.

She remembered the coldness of being barely clothed, the garbage heap containing cold food, and the sect that adopted her, and also remembered the envy in her heart when she saw other people's children in hunger and cold.

... This is fine too.

While thinking, she was brought to a sealed room and underwent a comprehensive body search and X-ray examination to ensure she wasn't hiding any weapons.

This didn't count for anything to her; the decency of being a modern person and a civilized person had long been completely torn apart in that gladiator arena.

She was just a humanoid beast.

When everything was over and she was brought out the door, she saw Charlotte waiting outside.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Charlotte said.

Subsequently, Lucretia was brought into the "Humanoid Anomaly Containment Room".

Before leaving, Charlotte knocked on the iron door of the room:

"Dinner is in an hour, we'll talk later."

After speaking, Charlotte and the security personnel disappeared at the other end of the hall.

Finally, I can be quiet for a while... Lucretia paced back and forth in the room.

The situation here was much better than she had imagined.

There was a comfortable single bed, a small and empty bookshelf, a simple table, glaring fluorescent lights, and even a small private bathroom.

Whether it was the vague home in her memory, that barbaric beast arena, or the room that temporarily contained her before, none were as comfortable as the room in front of her.

Lucretia couldn't believe that the Foundation was actually generous enough to prepare a bathroom for prisoners.

Could it be that the big shots of the Foundation had special preferences in some aspects?

Suddenly.

There was some sound in the hall, like someone talking.

She stopped pacing, approached the door, and listened intently.

A man's voice was low:

"Did you see the new one they brought?"

Another man responded:

"Saw it, a gladiator of the 'Flesh' sect."

Lucretia gritted her teeth, her fists pressed tightly against the metal parts on the door.

Extremely oppressive silence shrouded the room, so much so that her own faint breathing became a thunderclap in her ears.

After the hall had been dead silent for who knows how long, the person who spoke first started complaining again:

"Why wasn't it designated as an anomaly?"

"Who knows? I guess there's some special treatment."

"I don't trust them."

"..."

Like gunpowder meeting a spark, or like nitroglycerin being shaken.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lucretia's fists landed on the door.

She roared:

"Hey! I can hear you talking, you know?"

"If you bunch of idiots want to know something, dare to come and ask me directly?"

Her roar echoed in the hall.

And when the last echo disappeared, she heard nothing but fading footsteps.

She looked at the fist marks she left on the door and sighed.

It's been like this since they "contained" me...

She closed her eyes, her forehead leaning against the door.

A moment later, she shook her head, turned around, and planned to go back to bed to lie down for a while.

Her eyelids slowly lifted, but the world suddenly changed.

The width of the room became three times the usual, and the walls and bed were getting further and further away from her.

Lucretia frowned slowly, looking at the room that suddenly became empty, realizing that this process had started long ago, but she was completely unaware of it.

Everything seemed to happen suddenly; starting from a certain point in time, the space she was in began to stretch.

"What the hell?"

She opened her eyes wide, trying to understand all this, but before she could adapt to the spatial anomaly, a wave of irresistible dizziness struck.

And in the next moment, the walls ran back by themselves, and everything in the room returned to where it should be.

It seemed nothing had happened.

Lucretia opened her eyes wide instantly; she immediately turned around, patted the door hard, and shouted at the corridor:

"Hey! Is anyone there?"

It seemed that she wasn't the only one having problems.

Outside the door, the alarm bells in the hall were ringing loudly, and security personnel were running past in groups.

"Hey!"

Attracted by her shouting, a fully armed guard stopped in front of the door.

His gaze passed through the small window on the door and looked at her:

"Stay calm, we have a situation here!"

The words were cold, without discrimination, but also contained no emotion, just like speaking to an object.

Subsequently, he continued forward.

Looking at the guard moving away with some unwillingness, Lucretia hammered the door.

Before her eyes, the hall turned into a surreal painting.

All the lines were slowly twisting, turning into spiraling curves.

Then, they suddenly rebounded and returned to their original shape.

"What the hell is this?!"

She scratched her head, scanning the hall and corridor in confusion.

At this time, she noticed a dome-shaped birdcage in the containment room opposite, as well as a parrot.

"What kind of thing are you?"

Hearing her question, the gray parrot turned around, shook its head left and right, and in Lucretia's shocked gaze, spoke human language:

"My name, belongs to joy, the matter is done, I will tell you."

Lucretia had heard long ago that some breeds of parrots could speak after training.

But she always felt that the one in the opposite room didn't belong to this category.

Now the Foundation was getting interesting.

"Were you talking just now, little bird?"

"Indeed, lady. There is no one else around. Since fate is unfavorable, why fear the twists and turns of life."

Lucretia felt she should perhaps take back her previous words.

The things this bird thing said were hard to understand.