Several months had passed since the suicide of Abnormal Doctor, and during this time, the Research Base had maintained strict surveillance on everyone who had been in contact with him.
So far, no one had been found to exhibit any abnormal behavior, but the security level had not been lowered; instead, even more personnel were deployed.
The statues on the moon were well-preserved, covered with lead-made boxes to isolate them from all contact with the outside world.
After that, more automatons replaced humans in the task of incinerating monsters. Of course, this did not rule out sending some criminals or test subjects to the moon to be subjected to pollution, turning them into fresh experimental materials.
The terror of God lay not only in its possession of immense power, but also in the fact that people had no idea how to deal with this unprecedented higher life form.
Yet, when it was less mysterious and gradually demystified by humanity piece by piece, it became far less unsettling.
The female assistant smoothed down her isolation suit and walked out of a room. She had just helped a researcher deal with his physiological needs—this was her most important job, without exception.
Such female assistants did not necessarily understand scientific research projects, and might not even be scientists themselves, but they certainly had to know how to help scientists relax as quickly as possible.
Following the death of Abnormal Doctor, she had also been placed under close surveillance for nearly three months.
Throughout these three months, she lived under the watchful eyes of many people. No matter when or what she was doing, there would always be someone—and more than one person—staring at her.
She had no secrets, and she knew this, but she pretended she did not know she was being watched.