No one spoke. Their silence affirmed what he had said.
It was the only explanation that made sense.
At that moment, No. 002 was also watching everyone who had barged in with that same calm gaze.
The professor seemed surprised by his presence-or rather, surprised that he was still alive.
"No. 001? You're still alive?"
He asked.
No. 001 did not answer. He merely looked at him calmly.
He had clearly done nothing, yet Wang Ke noticed that everyone present, himself included,
had inexplicably become agitated.
The professor was even stamping his feet as he paced back and forth, repeating the word "Impossible" over and over.
He looked... just like the neurotic Xiao Li.
Wang Ke instantly calmed down and raised his arm, which was bleeding from scratches.
Without realizing it, he had scratched his own arm open.
He remembered the blood in that test tube, and the specimens around it that had been affected.
Those specimens that proliferated, writhed ceaselessly, and tried to break through their casings...
Just like him now...
Wang Ke took several steps back, watching what was happening in the laboratory from a distance.
No. 001 finally spoke. "I need the antidote."
He said.
Wang Ke did not quite understand. The antidote?
Had No. 001 been poisoned? Had he come to the laboratory to find an antidote?
That made no sense. No. 001 could not possibly have come into contact with anything poisonous.
Wang Ke could not make sense of it. He saw the professor stop pacing when he heard those words.
From this angle, he could not see the professor's expression, but it was easy to tell from his posture that he was shocked.
"You know... about the antidote?"
Wang Ke heard the professor say.
No. 001 gave no response, remaining as cold as ever.