Unlocking a Door with an Ear Pick, His Deskmate Was No Ordinary Girl
Sing Sing gripped the second-floor window frame with one hand, his body pressed against the outside of the glass.
Peek down.
Enter through the west gate, bypass the gymnasium, pass through the green belt of the auditorium, and the blind spot is right next to this drainage pipe on the outer wall of the administration building.
That little brat casually scribbled something during the day, and it actually worked!
Is this something a regular high school student would do?
This school is eerie from the inside out.
Sing Sing pulled out a thin wire and poked it into the gap in the aluminum alloy window.
The latch clicked open, and he slid into the dimly lit corridor, his feet landing silently.
As soon as I stood up straight, I heard a "tap-tap" sound coming from the end of the corridor.
The beam of the flashlight swept along the base of the wall.
Security guards patrol at night.
Sing Sing lowered his body and rolled directly to the nearest filing cabinet on the left.
His back was pressed against the sheet metal, and the beam of light swept just five centimeters in front of him.
"The second floor on the north side is all normal."
The security guard pressed the intercom to report.
After the report was finished, the flashlight began to move elsewhere.
Sing Sing pulled a five-yen coin from his pocket and flicked his wrist.
The coin traced an arc, flew over the security guard's head, and headed straight for the stairwell at the other end of the corridor.
"Bite!"
The beam of light changes direction.
Who's over there?
The security guard shouted angrily, pulled out a rubber baton from his waist, and strode after him towards the stairwell.
As the beam of light moved away, Sing Sing slid to the side.
With his left hand, he braced himself against the wooden door of the archives room, peering through the crack, and controlled the speed at which the hinges turned.
Separated by only a wall.
The security guard's footsteps circled twice at the stairwell.
We found nothing.
The flashlight beam swept back down the corridor, and after confirming it was safe, I turned and went down the stairs to the first floor.
Sing Sing looked around the archives.
Three rows of wooden bookshelves blocked the way, piled high with dusty kraft paper bags and yellowed thread-bound books.
He took out a miniature flashlight specially made by Wenxi and put it in his mouth.
Then I put on sunglasses that emit a faint glow in the dark so that the flashlight can illuminate the surroundings.
Using the light, Sing Sing's finger quickly swept across the category tags.
Early days of the school, the Taisho era, Showa 10...
My fingers paused; all the labels after 1944 (Showa 19) were now blank.
A section of the middle shelf of the entire bookshelf was cut out.
Shift your gaze downwards.
Several remaining wooden catalogs were covered with black marker.
The writing was completely covered up, leaving only a blob of black ink.
Well hidden well...
Sing Sing Chow scoffed.
But this is Japan!
It's a bureaucratic society where even buying a scallion requires keeping a record!
As long as those people are alive, and as long as the experiments continue, traces will inevitably be left behind.
Sing Sing continued his exploration, sweeping the flashlight along the ground, revealing that the dust on the edges of the solid wood cabinet legs had been dragged and broken.
There were several very fresh scratches on the wooden floor.
Could there be a hidden door?
Sing Sing gripped the edge of the wooden cabinet with both hands, his arm muscles tensed, lifted the cabinet upwards, and then moved it half a meter to the left.
A metal door embedded in the wall was visible behind the cabinet.
A liquid crystal panel hangs in the center, its red indicator light standing out starkly in the darkness.
Electronic lock!
Are the old wooden cabinets and yellowed files just a smokescreen?
Sing Sing stuffed the flashlight into his pocket and pulled a small silver metal box from his lower back.
This is Wenxi's "Portable Universal Signal Disguise Probe".
It looks very much like an ear pick.
Sing Sing held this thing up and berated him for five minutes, asking him if he had any professional discrimination against him.
Da Vinci's answer was: That way, even if you are searched, you can say that you are a field agent who pays attention to personal hygiene.
Screw your personal hygiene!
Sing Sing inserted the tip of the "ear pick" into the spare data interface on the side of the electronic lock.
Press the button on the metal handle.
A blue light shone from the end of the ear pick and started flashing wildly.
Three seconds later, a soft "beep" sounded.
The red light turned green, the bolt popped open, but no alarm was triggered.
Sing Sing opened the door.
Inside, there was a row of temperature-controlled and moisture-proof cabinets, with gray hard plastic clips neatly arranged inside.
The side of each item is uniformly printed with a line of bold text: [Special Adaptable Person Observation Subject].
Sing Sing pulled out a file whose moisture-proof bag was not completely sealed.
The update was last month.
Unwrap the wire and pull out the files inside.
At the top is a two-inch passport photo without a hat.
The girl in the photo has short, ear-length hair and a calm gaze, lacking any of the vibrancy a high school student should have.
Ichirai Hisako!?
Ichirai Hisako, codename: Armor
Next to the name column, the student record clearly states: Enrolled student of Class 3-D, Toyo High School.
His deskmate, who sat next to him every day and helped him correct his Japanese pronunciation, actually had a file that was secretly kept.
Quickly scan the table below.
Genetic retest results: Variant (Mutants)
In the critical competency assessment section, half a page was covered in ink.
On-campus guardian: █ █ █
Specific management department: █ █ █ █ █ █ █
Hey... I'll just find a seat anywhere, and there's Mutants right next to me.
She already knew what was inside this building.
Is she using herself as a pawn?
Or is he testing himself?
Sing Sing didn't have time to think about it and pulled out the second file.
The date was updated more recently than that of Ichirai Hisako.
Just a week ago.
The photo on the cover is of a young man.
He was wearing a white shirt, his hair was a little messy, and his smile had a touch of shyness and a scholarly air about him.
Name: Ueda Kenji
Identity: Young artist/sculptor
Awakening state: Abnormal expression during adolescence
Capability Assessment: Reconstruction of Biological Tissues and Mechanisms
Turning to the next page, I found several photocopies of sketches tucked inside.
It was all bizarre and offensive artwork.
The human skeleton and gears are integrated into one unit, and the internal organs are replaced by metal tubing.
The text record lists the experimental data in dense detail:
This individual is capable of generating and reconstructing a biological carapace with mechanical properties from itself.
The ends of the body can be shaped into tentacles, spikes, serrated blades, and supporting structures.
Organs and the nervous system are highly dispersed.
Conventional physical attacks (headshot, heart piercing, limb severance) cannot immediately incapacitate him.
Proliferating tissue can rapidly repair fatal injuries.
A figure flashed through Sing Sing's mind.
This description is all too familiar...
Beneath the old school building lies a monster wearing iron restraints, its right arm transformed into a mechanical, serrated tentacle!
That invincible monster is none other than Ueda Kenji, the shy young artist in the photo!
Sing Sing flipped to the last few pages of the file, where the regular observation records had become disordered.
Ueda Kenji's description changed from "subject of observation" to "out-of-control material".
The last line of text was stamped with a glaring red seal:
Irreversible alienation has been confirmed.
Depriving someone of their social identity.
They were moved to the Underground Adaptive Correction Zone.
Underground Adaptive Correction Zone!
The air-raid shelter beneath the old school building.
The Silver Peak Consortium operates a cloning assembly line, treating Mutants as disposable biological weapons.
These Japanese are doing human chimera modification!
They transformed normal people who had awakened mutant abilities into mindless monsters, then threw them into underground air-raid shelters as "material"!
This school is a breeding ground for venomous creatures built on the bones of the Third Transfer Station from decades ago!
They capture people for experiments during wartime, then rebrand and continue operating after the war.
Sing Sing Chow was so angry that he wanted to smash the building to pieces.
He needs to get more.
Wolverine's children, and information on missing martyrs.
And the entire management network behind this school!