The instant his breath caught, a chill ran through his body.
A research institute. An underground space. A dim room without lighting. An operating table and surgical tools. All manner of unknown technological instruments.
And in the darkness, the faint outlines of human figures visible inside those "tanks."
The scene formed by all of it was like something out of a horror game, and the moment his mind realized it was real,
it crashed into Fang Ran's mind like a tidal wave!
Swallowing with difficulty on instinct, he calmed himself as quickly as possible.
Fang Ran took a deep breath, forcefully steadying himself against the impact of the scene. Suppressing the eerie, deathly silence that made his skin crawl, he quickly strode toward the nearest "tank."
A white base was fixed to the floor. The upper end of its cylindrical glass wall was not sealed, and all sorts of needles and tubes extending down from the ceiling entered it.
The liquid inside was not pale blue, but a murky yellowish-brown.
For some reason, the Biological Cabin felt familiar to him, but Fang Ran paid it no attention. His entire focus was instantly captured by what was inside!
For a moment, Fang Ran hoped he had seen wrong. But with a participant's powerful night vision and the visual display provided by his facial device, he saw it all clearly.
What was soaking inside was indeed a person.
He was a man who looked to be in his forties, balding, hairy, and overweight, with a fleshy round face and slack muscles. His eyes were closed, and he wore a breathing mask. Bubbles continuously drifted upward.
All sorts of IV needles and tubes had been inserted into his bloated naked body. Soaking in that yellowish-brown liquid, he looked like a pig raised in