The Real Laboratory

Creeeak.

The round, chipped red-painted cabin handle began to turn, emitting a sound that made their eardrums ache.

Rust flakes crumbled from the joint.

It had clearly gone unused for many years. An ordinary person would never have been able to turn it so easily.

But Liu Di's hand remained steady, the force he exerted as immense as a mountain.

Mo Yu chickened out again.

He sneakily hid behind Liu Di.

Creak.

Liu Di opened the hatch.

Inside was pitch-black.

He reached out and dragged Mo Yu over.

The light immediately illuminated the entire cabin.

Liu Di was somewhat stunned.

Inside was a long, narrow space, with an aisle running down the middle and metal tables embedded into the hull on either side.

The tables were piled high with all kinds of materials, along with countless chemical instruments and test tubes.

The walls were covered in all manner of blueprints as well.

A lone swivel chair stood in the center.

Mo Yu asked in surprise, "Is this a workshop?"

Liu Di slowly stepped inside.

His gaze moved inch by inch, taking in every detail.

The materials on the tables were mostly related to biological reactions in the brain and neurochemical reactions.

Suddenly.

Liu Di's pupils contracted as he spotted a photograph pinned to the wall.

It was a group photo.

There were seven or eight people, men and women alike, all around thirty years old and dressed in identical white lab coats.

At the center of the group stood a weary-looking man in his early thirties, with patchy stubble and a smile on his face, cradling a swaddled infant in his arms.

Liu Di felt his mind go hazy.

That man was Liu Zhengqing!

And that infant was himself as a baby!

This really was Liu Zhengqing's hideout!

Liu Di