Xu Huan's coat had already been stained red. It had taken him a full twenty minutes to cross a corridor barely a dozen meters long. He could faintly hear wails coming from the walls. Had they arrived a few days later, the entire building might have come alive.
A chainsaw roared as the Security personnel sawed through the Man-Eating Room's blood-red door. Tick, tock. The sound of a clock's hands moving reached everyone's ears.
The worker at the very front suddenly lost control, swinging his chainsaw at the others.
Flesh and blood flew, but the formation held. Workers in the rear immediately fired, injecting a dose of medication into the man who had gone mad.
The rescue team dragged the wounded away, and new workers took their places. To prevent mental breakdowns, they had taken various drugs developed by the Nurture Center in advance.
Bright flames traced a graceful arc through the air as the fully equipped workers charged into the man-eating room.
Faces engraved with clock dials appeared before them. This place was more terrifying than any cult's lair. People had been transformed into clocks, becoming part of time itself.
"Don't look at the dials! Don't try to calculate the time, either!" The Abnormal People, who had little attachment to life, moved up to reinforce them. Their incomplete bodies crowded together with the living people made into clocks, forming a scene that was both deranged and harmonious.
"Dig them out of the walls! Take them away for questioning!"
Wu Ji's voice sounded through their earpieces. She was still relatively kindhearted and did not want to implicate the innocent, but Shi Que gave the Abnormal People a rather different order: "Destroy the dials as quickly as possible. Don't let time move inside the room!"
They began clearing the area by