On an ordinary afternoon, Xia Yu went about her work as usual.
She was in charge of moving the laboratory's samples that day.
The samples were all submerged in glass jars filled with formalin, taken from the other test subjects.
Some were blood, while others were small pieces of organs.
Xia Yu picked up a small blood sample. The blood inside was bright red.
She frowned. "Wang Ke, come look at this."
Wang Ke stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the test tube in Xia Yu's hand.
"Was this blood just drawn?"
He asked.
Xia Yu shook her head and turned the test tube around, revealing its label.
The sample was a month old.
But no name had been written on it.
"A month-old sample?" Wang Ke pondered.
Blood spoiled. That was basic knowledge.
Also, blood generally separated into layers after being drawn and left to sit for a while.
The clear fluid at the top was plasma, the middle layer was platelets, and the bottom was blood cells.
But the blood in this test tube looked freshly drawn, vibrant and pure.
"Look!" Xia Yu picked up the samples surrounding the test tube.
The severed pieces of organs were all writhing, as though trying to break out of their test tubes.
"This is very wrong," Wang Ke murmured.
He quickly checked the other samples. Everything outside this section was normal.
It was like radiation with a limited range.
The two were about to report this unusual situation to the professor when an alarm sounded inside the laboratory.
The beeping red alarm sent a jolt through every researcher.
Wang Ke grabbed Xia Yu and raced outside. In all his years working here, he had never heard the alarm go off.
His instincts told him something serious was