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"Ms. Lin?" Walter stared at the switch in shock, utterly at a loss for words. Should he ask what that thing was? Or... had he just witnessed something he was not supposed to see?
Ms. Lin raised a finger to her lips.
"Shh..."
Then he seemed to hear a faint rustling, drawing closer and growing louder...
No, it was not an illusion! It was coming from above them!
Walter looked up at the ceiling in terror... The sound of fine sand rolling grew increasingly distinct, like tens of millions of marching ants advancing. It was mixed with several crisp, resounding metallic clinks.
The process lasted roughly thirty seconds.
Once the sound vanished, silence returned to the surroundings, as though nothing had happened at all.
But Walter knew... this was no longer the experimental factory he had known before.
"Mm, where is this? The setup feels much worse than last time."
A voice suddenly sounded behind Walter, startling him so badly that he spilled another cup of tea onto the floor.
"Who is it?" He spun around, but saw nothing.
"Hey, I hate damp things. Could you stop throwing trash around?" The voice rang out again. It sounded... like a teenage boy.
Walter finally found the source of the voice—it was coming from a security camera in the corner of the ceiling.
This type of camera came with speakers, allowing the monitoring room to directly address any given area through it.
But even if the surveillance operator had ten times the courage, he would not dare speak to Walter that way.
"All right, stop overreacting. This will be your new body for now. It may not be large, but it has most of the necessary equipment. It will be expanded considerably