"How do we rescue him? Should we just smash the glass?" Cheng Jiashu promptly asked, his eyes scanning the surroundings for a suitable tool. The female researcher immediately shook her head, her eyes filled with caution: "We must be extremely careful with anything we do here to avoid triggering the alarm." "The life-support systems connected to the Experimental Body are linked to the central system, transmitting data in real-time. Any mistake could disrupt the entire laboratory’s normal operations." As she spoke, she walked over to the console, found a control box with a label, and her fingers pressed down on the keys sequentially to shut down several operations. A few seconds passed, and the cultivation chamber remained silent, with no movement. "I remember... the sequence of operations should be ..." A trace of nervousness appeared on the female researcher’s face as she mumbled to herself. Though her usual responsibilities didn’t directly involve controlling these life-support systems, she had secretly observed her colleagues’ operations and was now trying hard to recall them. Suddenly, a low "buzzing" sound abruptly started. Following that, Shijima Gorou’s body within the cylinder began to convulse violently, and the bubbles became denser and more chaotic. Sweat began to bead on the female researcher’s forehead, her expression tense, biting her lower lip. Amidst anxious thoughts, she seemed to remember something and tried pressing another button. The buzzing sound immediately grew louder, and the blue liquid in dozens of glass cylinders was being drained at a visible speed. The roar of machinery echoed in the empty cultivation chamber, feeling particularly jarring. Fortunately, the Petri dish where Shijima Gorou was located also began to respond. As the blue liquid was drained, the tubes attached to his head and back detached as well. Seeing this, the female researcher showed ecstasy on her face. Ignoring everything else, she hurriedly pressed the final button. With a muffled "bam," the hatch at the front of the glass cylinder finally opened. Shijima Gorou instantly tumbled out, soaking wet, covered in slimy mucus. His body continued to convulse violently, and a hoarse sound came from his throat as his bloodshot eyes slowly opened, seemingly regaining consciousness. Disregarding his mucus-covered body, the female researcher immediately ran over, took a syringe and injector from her bag. Then skillfully injected the drug into his neck. Shijima Gorou’s violently convulsing body quickly calmed down. Apparently, it was a powerful sedative, something she had prepared in advance. The female researcher then struggled to hold Shijima Gorou, trying to help him up, but was too weak and could only drag him forward a few steps. Cheng Jiashu saw the situation and stepped forward, grabbing Shijima Gorou’s arm. The latter’s burly body seemed as light as a sack in Cheng Jiashu’s hands, and he lifted him up effortlessly. Cheng Jiashu said concisely: "You go get the U-disk." A flash of gratitude appeared in the female researcher’s eyes, and she nodded firmly: The two left the cultivation chamber one after the other. Cheng Jiashu carried Shijima Gorou, while the female researcher quickly returned to the data room to retrieve the U-disk. Just as they were about to pass through the corridor again, Cheng Jiashu suddenly stopped. "Did you hear something?" He frowned deeply, gesturing to listen attentively. The female researcher shook her head in confusion: "No, are you referring to the sound of the air conditioning?" The furrow between Cheng Jiashu’s brows deepened as he took a slight breath, a hint of doubt crossing his mind: Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by N0v3l.Fiɾe.net "Could I be hallucinating again, having another episode?" A voice, faint and distant, seemed to be softly calling his name. With an eerie familiarity, it resembled the gentle lullaby his mother used to sing to lull him to sleep as a child. A strong sense of unease rose within Cheng Jiashu. The female researcher didn’t notice his odd behavior. She walked to the computer, where the progress bar on the screen was nearing its end but had not yet fully transmitted. They could only continue to wait. A sense of trepidation continued to well up in Cheng Jiashu’s heart, and the hallucination seemed to become increasingly vivid. The strange calling, whispering in his ear, was luring him towards the unknown Abyss. Even compared to his mother, it was more gentle and endearing, hard to let go. It must be his late mother calling him, right? Subconsciously, Cheng Jiashu raised his hand, covering his forehead. The female researcher noticed his abnormality and asked worriedly: Cheng Jiashu waved his hand, signaling he was fine: "Just a bit of low blood sugar." After a few more minutes, the data transmission finally completed. The female researcher swiftly pulled out the U-disk and stored it in her bag. Then, glancing at her watch, a look of urgency appeared on her face again, urging: "Okay, let’s hurry, it’s already past ten-thirty, cleaning time is about to start, and the guards will come in soon!" Cheng Jiashu didn’t respond. He stood dazed, his gaze bypassing the female researcher’s shoulder, staring straight into the darkness at the end of the hallway behind her. The tightly closed iron door still emitted a faint red glow from the gap, seemingly imbued with some form of life. The strange call came from something hidden behind that door. And Cheng Jiashu’s eyes now emitted an eerie and dark glow. His pupils, as if galaxies were spinning within, could see through all illusions and perceive the deepest secrets. "What is... that thing?" Cheng Jiashu gasped and murmured to himself. The rain drizzled down throughout the night, shrouding the entire Noah Building.