The quality of the new batch of experimental subjects that arrived at the laboratory is much higher than before.
The most confidential laboratory in the entire Interstellar Federation is located in a place that no one can find. There is no need for a sentry gate, and the only way to enter the laboratory is through a strange elevator. The natural dimensional difference has become the best fortification.
Zhan Chen was urged to sit up from the huge scanning device. When he walked out of the observation room, he was pushed impatiently.
Faces were hiding outside the anti-magnetic storm shield, spying on him and whispering continuously.
"The rating is too low, why haven't you destroyed it yet?"
"The physical data is ranked first. The above means that they want to observe for a while..."
"If you can't open the sea of consciousness, what's the point of having a good body? No matter how good your body is, can it be compared to a machine?"
"If you can't implant superpowers, you're just trash, you have no value."
"There's nothing we can do. Who told the doctor not to be interested in him? Anyway, we don't pay to keep these experimental subjects..."
The heavy sealed door made a pumping sound as it closed, and all discussions were locked inside the door.
The experimenter in charge of escorting him didn't even raise his eyelids as he lifted up Zhan Chen and dragged him to the dormitory specially provided for experimental subjects.
Each of these experimental subjects has undergone extensive testing and evaluation. Today's inoculation experiment is the seventh test that the experimental subject numbered d13 has undergone.
Logically speaking, even the poorest test subjects could gain some kind of supernatural power enhancement in these experiments. But until now, D13 had not shown any signs of opening his sea of consciousness or successfully inoculating supernatural powers.
No experimenter was interested in this kind of waste. Even when they saw D13 himself, they would at most just shake their heads and sigh regretfully about wasting such a good shell.
Considering the need for the experimental subjects to maintain their condition, each person was assigned a small single room. Dormitory D13 was in the observation area, the seventeenth street lamp from the laboratory.
The experimenter dragged D13 and looked at his pale face covered with sweat, and rolled his eyes indifferently.
The technology for inoculating superpowers is not yet mature enough. The intense stimulation and pain will be directly imposed on the consciousness level, and most of the experimental subjects will not even be able to survive this stage.
It is an extremely rare case that D13, who received seven vaccinations in a row, can still walk on his own.
—But what’s the use of just being able to endure
It can't even pass the most basic inoculation process. This kind of waste doesn't have much use value. It may be scrapped in some experiment and sent for destruction, freeing up a spacious room that has been wasted.
The experimenter opened the door, threw D13 in hastily, and patted his wrinkled white coat twice.
They still had work to do, so they slammed the thin iron door shut and left in a hurry.
As the lock core locked, Zhan Chen slowly stood up inside the door.
His face was still somewhat pale, but his limp and weak shoulders and back had straightened up again, and his rapid and weak breathing had become even and deep again.
Zhan Chen held onto the edge of the table and glanced around his room.
…
This was the seventh time he found an uninvited guest in his house.
The Ministry of Security always goes through countless strict procedures when sending undercover agents. Except for the direct leaders of the Secret Service, even other departments of the Ministry of Security will not know the true identities of these agents.
Before entering the laboratory, Zhan Chen's memory had been repeatedly erased, temporarily blocking any fluctuations in consciousness that could reveal his identity.
However, the keen nerves and physical instincts honed through long-term rigorous training cannot be cleansed and erased by consciousness.
Zhan Chen stood motionless beside the table, his eyes scanning the furnishings in the room one by one.
Someone is looking for something in this room.
Zhan Chen only has a single line of contact with the director of the Secret Service. There is also a hidden undercover experimenter in the laboratory who is his emergency contact. In the eyes of anyone else, he should be just a mediocre experimental subject.
The test subjects were all equipped with locators, so no one had the ability to escape. This row of dormitories had never been inspected, and it was even more impossible for someone to come in and search when he was not around.
What's more, those who were dragged into this laboratory have officially "died" in their social identities outside, and are pure experimental subjects like the little white mice.
If the laboratory was suspicious of him and searched his residence, there would be no need to avoid him.
… Who would do such a thing
Zhan Chen half-knelt down, listening attentively to the movements in the room, his fingertips slowly groping over the badly worn old wooden floor.
Three of the floorboards in this cabin had been pried loose.
Under a floorboard was buried the intelligence he had collected. He would send the intelligence out at a fixed time as evidence of the crimes collected by the Security Department.
There is an explosive buried under a floorboard that is enough to blow up the entire room. Once his identity is exposed, other agents hidden in the laboratory will detonate the explosives to prevent him from leaking any information.
Behind the third wooden board, there was a silver-gray electromagnetic shotgun hidden.
Being an action agent meant erasing all traces of the past. This gun was the only personal item he was allowed to keep.
Zhan Chen found an inconspicuous crack, pried it open, and grabbed the gun hidden in the floor.
…
This uninvited visitor didn't seem to mind being discovered by him.
When Zhan Chen first realized that he had a visitor, the whole room was turned upside down as if by a strong wind - it was even difficult to confirm whether it was someone who had come, or a gust of wind that blew open his windows and doors and then kindly closed the doors and windows for him before leaving.
The second and third time, the traces left by the other party began to become more cautious and no longer required him to spend two hours cleaning up.
On this second visit, the traces left behind were already difficult to detect.
Zhan Chen originally thought that the other party came for information, but after careful observation, he found that the lost things were a bit strange.
… He lost two buttons and a sharp lens that he smashed in case of emergency.
Two silver needles, three empty bullets, and a remote control with a flashing red light.
If the range is wider, he also lost 75.9 ml of milk, six ice creams, and 9.32 compressed biscuits.
…
The young agent had never seen anything like it.
Zhan Chen held the gun in his hand.
The familiar metal material pressed against his palm. He walked lightly, following the traces left behind, slowly walked through the entire room and came to the dining area in the corner.
The laboratory will not provide these experimental subjects with ready-made food, nor will it restrict the experimental subjects' movements within a fixed area.
Whether or not they can survive by their own abilities and ensure survival conditions is one of the assessment items for these transformed experimental subjects.
Zhan Chen used the discarded materials he could find to build a small kitchen, a simple stove and oven, and a two-layer closet. The other test subjects were exhausted just by enduring the experiment, and no one was interested in cooking, so he was the only one who would practice here.
But this time, there were strange rustling noises in the kitchen.
Zhan Chen leaned back against the wall.
The continuous high-intensity experiments did not have a full impact on him. Zhan Chen closed his eyes, blinked away the cold sweat, and suppressed the lingering dizziness.
He did not pull the bolt immediately.
If the other test subjects were just too hungry to bear it and came to him looking for food, there would be no need for a conflict. He could just give them some food and let them go.
Zhan Chen had seen the supernatural powers that people acquired after experiments. Some had strength or speed far beyond that of ordinary people, some had extremely sharp hearing and sense of smell, and some were even more bizarre, able to transform, control the body, and become invisible at will.
The laboratory deliberately cultivates and stimulates the animality of the experimental subjects, stimulating the transformed experimental subjects to kill each other in order to obtain the best individual development direction. Not all experimental subjects are friendly.
Faced with these transformed "new humans", even the security department's devilish training may not be able to cope with them completely.
Zhan Chen regained his composure, waiting for the dizziness that had been occurring from time to time lately to pass.
He didn't want to be an enemy of the experimental subjects. Too many of those caught here were originally innocent. Zhan Chen had observed them carefully and found that quite a few of them were extremely outstanding in some ability.
If they had not been forcibly sent in, these experimental subjects would have been the best and most talented people in the alliance.
Zhan Chen crushed the pill hidden between his teeth, waiting for the bitter taste that would wake him up to spread at the root of his tongue, and held his breath.
He adjusted his physical condition, prepared for battle, held the gun in both hands, and suddenly pushed open the half-open door of the kitchen with his shoulder.
…
In the kitchen, a group of people who were picking and choosing biscuits in a bowl suddenly looked up.
Zhan Chen: “…”
A ball of light: "…"
Perhaps it had never been so close to someone before, the ball of light threw away the biscuit bowl, bumped back and forth in the small kitchen space several times, and couldn't help but go back to pick up a small piece of biscuit.
The young agent had never seen such a scene before. He blocked the door with a gun and his eyes slightly widened.
It was a small ball of light that looked warm, elastic, soft and bright.
A small ball of elastic light was warily avoiding humans, holding a small biscuit and trying to jump out of the window, but because it was carrying human food, it could no longer dissolve into the light smoothly and hit the glass with a bang.
Zhan Chen used his consciousness to help it open the door.
The table lamp in the living room was on, and the light reached the very edge here, seeping out in strands from behind him.
The little ball of light jumped on his shoulder, holding the biscuits, and flew along the light path in the living room to the half-open window, and in the blink of an eye it slid into the cool moonlight.
…
This was a completely unexpected incident.
That night, when Zhan Chen was writing his report, he concealed some content related to the mission for the first time.
The feeling of the light falling on his shoulder was very strange, like a brief stay across billions of light years, or like a long-awaited reunion in the future.
The young agent cleaned up the kitchen, hesitated, and then divided out a portion of milk and biscuits and placed them on the second shelf of the closet.
He used his skills as a secret agent, sneaked out quietly, made a detour, and brought back the measuring cup and balance.
Zhan Chen measured the volume of the milk, weighed the biscuits again, and opened the kitchen window a little.
This is Zhan Chen's last seventeen years.
At the last moment of his seventeen years, Zhan Chen picked up a ball of light.