Apocalyptic Era: Starting from picking up a Bishoujo
Chapter 176 - 168 Stepping into Empty Space 1

Chapter 176: 168 Stepping into Empty Space 1

Reading the interrogatee’s identity information in front of them is a common interrogation technique aimed at putting pressure on the individual.

If the person conducting the interrogation is a member of an illegal organization, the pressure effect is doubled, implying that we have control over your social relationships; if you do not comply with us, we will target your loved ones next.

The problem was that the senior researcher, holding documents in his hand, did not actually have my personal information; in fact, the person described in the documents likely did not exist in this world. Not only was there no pressure effect, but I also had to control my facial muscles to keep from laughing.

Perhaps seeing my demeanor "waver," the senior researcher’s expression lightened slightly as he feigned kindness, saying, "You can rest assured. As long as you cooperate with our research, your parents and friends will be safe."

"Then, can you release me?" I intentionally feigned the weakness of a small child.

"No."

As he spoke, he reached into nearby torture tools and took out a sharp, small instrument that resembled a dentist’s drill, dirty and covered in rust soaked with blood, as if being cut by it would result in tetanus.

"You will never go home. Whether alive as an experiment here or dead as a ghost, not even your ashes are allowed to leave this place," he said.

"Experiment?" I asked, "I just think you are torturing me."

"Do all experimental tools seem like torture instruments to a child of your age?"

He waved the dirty little drill and glanced at the other torture tools around him, unconsciously remarking, "How ignorant... Well, maybe you’re just joking now, but in a while, perhaps these tools will indeed start to seem like torture instruments to you."

Saying this, he slowly walked towards me.

Just then, I felt the Divine Seal Fragment within my consciousness vibrate subtly. The iron door was suddenly pushed open, and a man wearing a blood-stained white lab coat and a Silver Mask walked in.

The senior researcher turned his head fiercely and emitted a somber voice upon seeing the newcomer, "Doctor?"

"What is this all about?" Dr. Silver Mask said coldly, "Didn’t I just say not to harm this child?"

"What you’re talking about, I’m just collecting some of his bodily fluids," the senior researcher said.

Dr. Silver Mask said sternly, "Get out."

"Doctor, that’s not fair," the senior researcher’s voice also became impolite, "We are researching how to grant ordinary people the great power of demon hunters by capturing those demon hunters... Ordinary human subjects are also essential in the experimental process. Haven’t we conducted human experiments on ordinary people before, and how can you suddenly go soft-hearted now?"

"He is still a child," Dr. Silver Mask said.

"So what if he is a child? I even think he is too old." The senior researcher shamelessly said, "According to the educational theories of the demon hunter families, the learning and cultivation of spells are best started before development; perhaps we ordinary people also need to undergo modifications during childhood to better adapt to that power.

"Even better, starting as early as in the infant stage, no, even from the fetal stage wouldn’t be too early. I’ve been applying for pregnant subjects for months, and you have rejected each request for ethical reasons. I didn’t realize we were still adhering to conventional morals. Have not enough subjects died in your hands?

"What, he is just a child... stop pretending and spouting such sanctimonious nonsense! In the past, you forced me to kill on the experiment table, wasn’t it you, damn it!"

As he spoke more, his voice became more agitated, ultimately losing his composure and even breaking his voice, evidently harboring deep-seated resentment towards the man before him.

"Are you done?" asked Dr. Silver Mask.

"...your predecessor was different from you, if I had dared to curse at him like this, he would’ve killed me long ago," the senior researcher said coldly, "I heard he is now widely spreading the ’seed of the heart’ in society, turning ordinary people into bloodthirsty modified beings, merely to collect data on the conflicts between modified humans and demon hunters, and our backers remain indifferent.

"Don’t you see what this means? The situation for us mortals has already grown so dire that we cannot afford to worry about such trivial matters any longer..."

Dr. Silver Mask unswervingly said, "If you’re done speaking, then leave."

The senior researcher glared bitterly at him, then put down the torture tool in his hand, walked out of the door, and slammed the iron door forcefully.

Dr. Silver Mask, without turning, simply shifted his gaze to me and silently observed me for a while before saying, "...I’m sorry, you must be quite frightened."

Not really frightened.

In fact, I was contemplating whether I should just kill him.

The "predecessor" mentioned by the senior researcher was probably Ying Lingyun, and Dr. Silver Mask was most likely one of his "possibility avatars."

With Chen Long not present beside Dr. Silver Mask, even if he were, it wouldn’t stop me from killing the latter. However, my main objective here was not to kill, but to investigate the clues of the apocalypse and to rescue Changan.

Killing Dr. Silver Mask would indeed secure the likely Divine Seal Fragment in his possession, but rashly killing the highest authority might trigger chaos at the secret base. The value of the Divine Seal Fragment was not significant enough for me to act recklessly.

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