A Terrifying Testing Method

In the pitch-black night, the once-lit lobby of Base 51 was suddenly illuminated again.

The empty space felt impersonal. There were no floors, only a tall, metal-constructed dome. The only energy lamp was embedded in the center of the dome, and the light became dimmer as it went down.

This is the most unique building in the base complex. It is not usually open to the public and is only briefly opened each week when virus tests are conducted on the survivors.

The hall can accommodate several hundred people at the same time. Around the hall are hidden metal doors that connect to sample storage rooms, testing laboratories, and other places that can only be accessed by relevant professionals.

At this moment, a suppressed buzzing sound filled the hall.

Everyone in the hall was dressed in the same white striped uniform. There were about two hundred people, lined up neatly. Torches were lit on both sides of the hall. As the flames flickered, a chill mixed with the heat wave, tormenting people in a contradictory way.

No one dares to speak loudly here; perhaps they're haunted by something.

They could only whisper among themselves, expressing their dissatisfaction with the sudden testing through their expressions.

A long white table spanning the hall was placed across the front of the group. Four masked people sat behind the table, holding syringes, scalpels, and other sharp-looking objects.

Beside them were strange testing instruments, test tubes, and other ominous-looking equipment.

Carlos was at the end of the line, and Yu Xing followed Carlos's gaze, taking in everything.

I just tried it in the bathroom. Although Carlos needs to speak to communicate with him, in his current possessed state, no matter what he says, only Carlos can hear it.

So Yu Xing confidently continued, "I didn't expect the lobby to be like this. Instead of light bulbs, there are torches? It doesn't look like a proper testing center; it looks more like a cult site."

Carlos wanted to say yes, he thought so too, but he couldn't. He could only tap his fingers on the side of his leg, somehow managing to translate the sentence into Morse code.

Yu Xing continued, "Just looking at this scene, I felt that Base 51 wasn't a good place. The atmosphere was too eerie. Usually, this kind of set design is reserved for the main villain."

Look, people dressed in "hospital gowns" are being arbitrarily summoned by the base's administrators and brought to a dimly lit hall where torches are used as a light source, where they await the physical torture inflicted on them by the testing personnel ahead.

Whether considering the richness of the plot or just the base's performance in detecting the virus, Yu Xing cannot regard Base 51 as a simple force of hope for humanity serving the survivors.

Carlos typed in Morse code, "Indeed, if it weren't for the strange things at the base, why would I still be here? I would have gone to meet up with Zhao Yijiu long ago."

Yu Xing already had the idea that the plot point was at the base, and now she was even more certain of it.

He tried to find the Lingren in the crowd, and whether he recognized any other performers, but the line was so dense that it was difficult to spot a short person.

Soon, apart from the whispers among the survivors, there was new activity in the base.

The hall was equipped with broadcasting equipment, with loudspeakers placed on both sides. A man in a suit and tie walked out from a hidden door behind a long table. He had a handsome face, wore glasses, and had a microphone that looked like a small bee hanging from his ear. He was holding a notepad in his hand.

Carlos typed the password hint: "This is the recorder of the test results."

The next second, the recorder spoke, his voice carrying throughout the entire hall through the loudspeaker.

"Hello everyone, I apologize for calling you all here so late for this emergency testing. There were some unforeseen circumstances, and the testing is for everyone's safety. Please try to stay calm and don't feel resentful."

The whispering survivors fell silent.

The recorder glanced around, seeing the faces of most people, and also taking in the few expressions of disgust and impatience mixed in with the crowd.

His expression was cold and emotionless as he businesslike reminded them, "The original purpose of the survivor base was to protect survivors. The comfortable life here was created bit by bit by the base's founders and the cleanup team. This is just a temporary test. Compared to everyone's safety, can't a little pain be endured?"

That's making it sound like the other survivors were all greedy people who benefited from the situation but were still not satisfied.

The person who had just refused to undergo testing and whose expression hadn't yet adjusted suddenly turned red and white in turns.

Yu Xing heard Carlos chuckle softly.

This recorder is interesting.

He was telling the survivors that everyone except the base's founders and those who joined the cleanup team was being protected and that they should be grateful.

There was nothing inherently wrong with that, but his tone and expression clearly showed that he looked down on the people queuing there, and what he said was so irrefutable that it seemed like a form of psychological manipulation.

The recorder successfully managed the situation with two sentences, calmly stating, "The testing begins."

The column began to move.

Since there were only four masked people in charge of the testing, the line was divided into four rows. The first person walked forward, trembling.

Carlos was too far back in the line, Yu Xing couldn't make out the specific testing method even after looking for a long time, so she simply waited patiently. Only after the line had moved forward quite a bit and the number of people had decreased did she start looking again.

One by one, people in white uniforms stepped forward to be checked by the masked man.

The masked man might say something to the person being examined, or he might remain silent and simply pick up a sharp knife and make a deep cut in their bare forearm.

No painkillers or anesthesia were used during the procedure; the cutting was done directly. Strangely, even though the cut exposed bright red flesh, not a single drop of blood flowed out, and the long table remained perfectly clean.

After cutting open the wound, the masked man pierced the flesh with a needle, and a patch of scarlet blood was immediately drawn up from the thin needle.

"Ah..."

The testing process that Yu Xing was observing came from a girl wearing a loose uniform. The girl groaned in pain, but received no pity. The masked person simply pulled out the needle, picked up a spray bottle and sprayed it on the incision, then waved the girl aside.

The syringe injected a scarlet liquid into a test tube. The liquid inside the test tube reflected the surrounding firelight, creating a flickering, flowing effect.

The girl waited nearby.