The atmosphere was grim.
Inside the laboratory, the flashing, swaying dark-red warning lights were like blood flowing from the dying, gradually eroding their vision.
Even though she could not feel any chill, Little Mo Ling could not help moving a little closer to Lin An, as if only leaning against him could lessen the cold in her heart.
With her mouth open, Mo Ling looked at Lin An and asked uncertainly in a small voice,
"Lin An, what they're talking about..."
"Zombies?"
The researchers' words were enough for her to associate them with the zombies of the real world.
Yet an even more indescribable sense of absurdity began to grow in her heart.
This place...
It really looked just like reality. If something had been researched here, wouldn't that mean the same thing had happened in the real world as well?
There was no answer.
It was rare for Lin An not to explain anything to Mo Ling.
After he and Chu An encountered Huang Shao Hua, an existence that seemed to be a "Remnant," he had already begun to suspect what the researchers had discovered.
The apocalypse was a cycle.
It was only a suspicion. They lacked more evidence, so they had not announced it to the members of the team.
After all, if the truth really was like that, it would be far too shocking to one's worldview.
Until he could confirm it—or, rather, find the truth—he did not intend to tell the people around him.
But now, the humans in this Fragment World seemed to have found pieces of evidence pointing toward the Apocalypse Cycle.
It still wasn't enough.
Lin An stared fixedly at those wooden, lifeless eyes and continued questioning him:
"What other supporting evidence have you found?"
"Did you create something resembling a Zombie? A