Explanation

Shen Ranxin walked over, utterly baffled. Just as he was about to speak, one of the young men grabbed his wrist.

"You're finally here! If you hadn't come, we might not have survived!!"

Shen Ranxin: "..."

He choked for a moment before saying, "It's not that serious, is it? Isn't Lu Zhi in the holding room?"

The young man's eyes brimmed with tears. "You'll know once you see it. Seven of our Anomaly Control Bureau seniors are still lying in medical pods!"

Shen Ranxin was pulled along to the holding room where Lu Zhi was being detained.

Even several meters away from the holding room, Shen Ranxin could smell that familiar brandy scent—the pheromonal suppression was almost suffocating.

Though numerous experiments had shown that anything related to Shen Ranxin could be given to Lu Zhi without provoking an attack, everyone still had Shen Ranxin put on protective gear as a precaution, shielding his vital areas.

Wearing the protective gear and carrying a suitcase, Shen Ranxin stepped into the holding room.

Then he discovered that the entire holding room was completely different from what he had imagined.

In his imagination, a holding room should have been a small space of twenty or thirty square meters, with only basic living facilities. Worse still, perhaps out of fear that Lu Zhi would smash everything when agitated, it might not even have had basic amenities.

Yet the moment he stepped into this so-called "holding room," the sight before him left him stunned.

This was nowhere near twenty or thirty square meters. As far as the eye could see, it was nearly two or three hundred square meters. Though all four sides were sealed airtight with special insulating materials and there was no ventilation, a whole-house air circulation system was running, and the temperature inside