88° north latitude, 156° west longitude
arctic ocean
A long and narrow floating island with an area of 7.2×3.2 kilometers floats above the tectonic junction between the Lomonosov Ridge and the Makarov Basin. The Americans once found an Iceland that is very suitable for a floating ice station here, but unfortunately It was the island that ended up floating to the south, forcing them to abandon this coveted area. Seventy years later, a floating island has reappeared here, as if to fill the regrets of those geophysicists - but it is not a product of natural formation, but a fortress built by technology.
This huge floating island is made of metal, plastic and polymer materials, and has a certain navigation ability. The silver-white surface has a line of striking red marks: the logo of "SIREN-II".
In other countries' identification maps, "SIREN-II" is just an ordinary solid geophysical and meteorological observatory. But on the map of U.S. internal military strategic deployment, its logo is dyed red with a special color number representing a top-secret military facility.
Just half a month ago, there was an announcement here that most of the facilities on the floating island had equipment failures due to low temperature, and 97% of the staff were evacuated urgently. Fifteen days later, a scientific research ship entered the observatory, which was as quiet as a huge tomb at an unusual speed.
It doesn't appear to have any on-device issues other than being overly quiet.
The iron gate of the sea mouth fell down with a click, and the scientific research ship stopped steadily at the inner docking point of the floating island.
Simon Moy put his hands in his trouser pockets and jumped from the boat to the shore lightly like a forest cat. He looked up at the icy metal structure on the ceiling, just an internal pier, ninety feet high, with rebar and unadorned walls and bare but neat electrical distribution with a strong of military facilities.
In such an environment, he seemed a little out of place. He's frivolous and rambunctious, with brightly embroidered jackets and orange martin boots beneath his white robes, and earphones that seem to perpetually stick in his ears as if they're from his cartilage.
That's nothing for a nineteen-year-old who unfortunately has another identity.
A few people in white robes came up to them, and they were obviously stunned when they saw Simon, but soon smiles appeared on their faces.
The first one stretched out his hand towards Simon: "Dr. Simon, we are looking forward to your arrival."
Simon raised his eyebrows, whistled in his mouth, and looked past him directly.
He turned his head to look at the man who followed quietly behind him, silent, quiet, and unusually faint (unusual considering his six-foot height), dressed in a suit without any tags or features. black suit with expressionless face.
"So, my dear..." Simon frowned slightly, then took out a notepad from his pocket and looked at it before continuing, "... Mr. Ryan Harrison, you want to take a rest first and talk to A gang chatting with the ass, accepting the flattery, or do you want to go to the scene first?"
…
The scene fell into a terrible silence.
As the "follower" in Simon's mouth, someone's face became very sinister, but before the man could start cursing, his companion pulled his sleeve hard. In the end, the "followers" were all silent, only their eyes on Simon were still so sharp.
Bad atmosphere. Ryan glanced at Simon, ignoring him, but stepped forward and showed his work documents to the white robes standing aside.
"CIA Special Incident Investigator Ryan Harrison, I need direct access to incident number 2987."
"CIA? Why you, Arctic Command..."
As soon as this sentence fell, except for Simon, the faces of everyone present became extremely ugly in an instant.
In theory, "SIREN-II" is under the jurisdiction of the Air Force, and they have even been fully prepared, but they never thought that the CIA was the one who actually showed up.
Facing the dumbfounded researchers, Ryan's eyes became even colder, while Simon walked happily in front of him and smiled at him: "I told you that you would need me."
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For many people, the size of "SIREN-II" is terrifyingly large, but what many people don't know is that the special research room under the sea is the real behemoth compared to its exposed part above the sea. The entire research department is divided into twelve areas, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time to conduct high-level experimental tasks here. However, when Simon and Ryan put on protective clothing and entered the test area, a strong breath made hairs stand up on their backs.
Threats that have nothing to do with reality are just a sense of fear and crisis stemming from human instinct.
The accident number 2987 is just a string of code names and a stack of A4 paper trying to explain the incident on the paper, but when you actually walk in here, the breath of the top predators in the biological chain seems to still be able to transcend time attacking you.
Experiment number 7371 escaped from the No. 3 test area, which is the closest to the drain, but also the most heavily guarded area. It easily took the lives of two hundred and forty people during the entire escape... In fact, only one person was present who did not die.
He was the full-time breeder for Subject 7371. He hid in the freezer where the experimental preparations were stored. When people finally found him, the skin of his entire back was frozen on the back wall of the freezer.
In the end he lost his leg and left hand as they were necrotic due to freezing - but he was lucky enough compared to his colleagues who died tragically in the test area.
After all, everyone who was responsible for cleaning up the scene in the end... almost everyone had to go to psychotherapy in the end - the whole scene was too tragic to describe in words. (According to the follow-up investigation after the event, how many three people finally chose to commit suicide after this cleanup)
There were some remarks that were reviewed and deleted in the accident report after the event, but Simon felt that maybe that was the truth: the 7371 experimental body deliberately chose the test area with the most people to escape, so that it could kill to the greatest extent.
"… the data shows that it does not have that level of thinking ability."
The lift slowly descended towards Area 3, and Ryan finally communicated with Simon after hearing Simon's comments.
"Hehe," Simon licked his lips and let out a contemptuous laugh, "They are far smarter than you think, Mr. CIA, human arrogance is often accompanied by stupidity, and stupidity leads to death."
As he spoke, he carefully manipulated the lift so that it stayed just above the water.
The entire No. 3 area has been submerged by icy sea water, and the water is as high as half a meter.
The sharp claws of the subject easily tore the water exchange system in Area 13 to pieces like a cardboard box, and the staff could not repair them in the end, so the seawater stayed here.
The surface of the water was an uncomfortable sauce color, the blood of humans left here after the accident. It was bright red at first (that's just a scene in hell), people added some medicines to the water to prevent the residual venom of the experimental subjects and the blood from continuing to react, and then they could fish out the corpses, or the corpses. Come.
There was a disgusting smell in the air, chemicals and a slight smell of corruption. Simon made an exaggerated act of vomiting, but he did not get a side glance from Ryan, who quickly passed the broken and tilted implements. , which landed on the central cylindrical sink.
The top of the sink was connected to the ceiling, about six meters in diameter, with a huge hole under its side.
"That's where the experimental question 7371 stayed in the test area?"
Ryan pressed the recorder in his left pocket and asked.
"Hmmm," Simon nodded. "When the 'Siren' is shipped here, we'll put it here and fill it with the inhibitor, which theoretically will make it drowsy under the influence of the inhibitor. Sleep, but what we didn't expect is that it has already adapted to the anesthetic effect of the inhibitor, and all the responses after that are just deception."
Simon sat down on the railing of the lift in a dangerous way while explaining to Ryan.
Ryan quickly noticed his peculiar word.
"Siren? Is that how you usually call experimental subjects?"
"Oh, come on, you don't call them that too."
Simon shrugged indifferently... After a few seconds, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at Ryan's face carefully.
After a while, a subtle smile appeared on his face: "Oh, no, this is kind of funny, you haven't seen it, have you?"
He says.
Ryan looked back at Simon calmly: "You should answer my question, Dr. Simon."
Simon's smile widened: "You know what, I didn't believe her when that old lady Caroline assured me that the people you sent this time won't cause any trouble, but I really didn't think she really did. Did it, you really don't know anything, a layman?"
"I've taken on a lot of investigations, and it doesn't make sense to pursue my qualifications."
"No, no, you don't understand..." Simon looked at Ryan as if he was looking at a kitten in the water, his eyes were full of pity, "'Siren' is different, different from what you've been in contact with before Anything that ever happened, bin Laden? Anthrax? No, different. It's some kind of artifact representing terrestrial terrorism..."
"… "
Ryan looked at Simon silently.
"Well, I know you don't understand, oh god, layman..." Simon muttered, pulling out his PDA from his pocket, "I mean, it's something beyond human, it's just As if, as if it were a weapon created by the Earth itself to destroy humanity."
He clicked on a surveillance record and showed it to Ryan.
The time shows a year ago, and the location is in another huge sink.
There, a humanoid creature is swimming, it is about three meters in length, the upper body is in human form, with long hair, fan-shaped ear fins around the ears, and the lower body is a long and graceful fish body, covered with light blue The scales, the caudal fin are huge and colorful. Seriously, its fish body is closer to the eel family because of its length. When it turned, the bulge of the unusually developed muscles under the scales could be clearly seen.
Elegant, beautiful and powerful.
This is the first impression of "Siren" to Ryan.
"This is a modified species, blue scales, of the same species as experimental body 7371." Simon explained aside, and after a few seconds, he looked at Ryan who did not answer and sighed.
Clearly, Lane didn't even know what the terms meant.