The air in the laboratory was dry, completely different from the damp, chilly cave outside.
Apparently, Dr. Qiu Shiye had considered ventilation, which made Ye Shi, who had been worried about a leak from the reactor fuel canister, breathe a sigh of relief.
Helium itself had strong permeability, so its storage environment had strict requirements.
Forget cracks visible to the naked eye—even seamless glass and ceramic could potentially let it pass through.
Under normal circumstances, this nuclear fuel would be stored in high-density alloy containers at low temperatures.
"It must have been quite a job for that guy to hide the reactor this deep..." Jiang Xuezhou muttered under her breath.
As his flashlight swept across the laboratory corridor, Ye Shi replied casually.
"But looking at it another way, if this experimental facility hadn't existed and that fuel canister had just been tossed into the forest outside, we probably wouldn't even need to waste time looking for it."
"Are you picking a fight on purpose...?"
"How could I be?"
Already imagining that face red as a monkey's butt, Ye Shi whistled teasingly before turning his attention back to the underground research facility before him.
The traces of artificial excavation made it clear that Dr. Qiu Shiye had poured no small amount of effort into this laboratory.
It had probably been during the early days of the Awakening Era, not long after the Second Judgment Day descended. At that time, he had yet to write that poem on the bridge of the Gemini.
Ye Shi tried to put himself in Dr. Qiu's shoes.
The researcher's feelings back then were probably much like his own when he had discovered his "Devour the South"—filled with surprise, ambition, excitement, and even madness.
It was not hard to imagine.
After all, not long before that, standing