The lab technician stood at the door of the detention cell, looked around, and randomly brought out an unlucky soul.
Seeing their classmates being taken away, some tried to resist.
However, as soon as the blood and qi began to circulate, the electronic handcuffs instantly released a powerful electric current, knocking the person to the ground.
The lab technician gave a cold laugh and took the person away.
Sizzle--
Just as the three of them rounded a corner, lightning erupted from the ground.
This battery level is more than ten times that of electronic handcuffs, and it immediately puts the person in a frozen state.
Qin Ze summoned three clones, who swiftly stripped the other person of their clothes and put them on.
"Very good."
"Wearing a mask makes everything look perfect."
Two people pretended to be lab technicians, while the third pretended to be a volunteer.
A little later, Qin Ze tied up the three people who were still in a daze, threw them into the toilet, and crawled back into the Shelter Space.
A new escort team set off.
After swiping my card repeatedly, I soon arrived at the core laboratory.
Seeing the large "zero" above the door, Qin Ze knew he had found the right place.
"Why are you taking so long? Why are you only arriving now?"
Inside the laboratory, an elderly man with gray hair spoke impatiently.
The lab technician in charge of escorting the equipment chuckled, "The selection process took a little longer."
The old man said calmly, "Around level 1.5 is fine, what's there to be picky about?"
"Stabilize the person to the experimental table."
The so-called experimental table was actually a reclining chair.
There were several robotic arms and a number of oddly shaped experimental devices around.
The clone obediently lay down, letting itself be fixed in place, while curiously looking around.
The elderly man, who had just prepared a vial of tranquilizer, turned around and was stunned by what he saw.
Aren't you scared?
He had never seen a "volunteer" like this before.
Previously, each "volunteer" would shout and struggle when they came up, and would only quiet down after being injected with a sedative.
But this guy in front of me seems to have come home.
Those who know are conducting an experiment; those who don't might think they're lying in their own bed getting ready to sleep.
The clone blinked, then exclaimed with an exaggerated expression, "Oh my God, I'm so scared!"
The old man's lips twitched, and he put the sedative aside.
"Since you've been so cooperative, I'll write your details in my lab log."
Click--
The laboratory door opened, and a middle-aged man with a meticulous expression walked in.
Even through the Shelter Space, Qin Ze could feel a sense of pressure emanating from the other party.
This person is very strong.
"How is the project progressing?" the middle-aged man asked.
The old man complained, "Hurry up, hurry up!"
"They're always pushing you! Do you think scientific research is like laying eggs or giving birth? That it just comes out with a little effort?"
"I need more data and samples."
"And I've said it countless times, no one is allowed in my lab without my permission."
"I don't want my great research to be tainted by your money-grubbing!"
The middle-aged man wasn't angry; he simply said calmly, "Would this project have even begun without the company's financial and technical support?"
"Professor, from the very beginning, you were reeking of money."
The old man looked rather unwell.
"We've now reached the most crucial stage."
"I originally wanted to do a brain transplant, but some of the first batch of samples showed out-of-body phenomena, which gave me another idea."
"Directly perform the transfer of spirit."
"Most of the first batch of volunteers were ordinary people; their spirits were too weak."
"It just so happens that some students who are undergoing intensive training are coming to Cold Mountain. They are perfect samples who can verify my theory."
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "This is not a reason for you to activate the Mobile Team and Smoke Ghost without authorization."
"The school has already sent people up the mountain. The Smoke Ghost cannot be exposed. I will recall all combat weapons and Mobile Team."
The old man was unwilling to give up. "The sample size is not enough."
The middle-aged man turned and left, saying, "I'll try to find another way."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, "With the company's full support, I am confident I can unlock the secret to immortality."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man paused, then said disdainfully, "Professor, do you think the company invests so much in you just for the sake of immortality?"
Bang--
The laboratory doors are closed.
Qin Ze's gaze was deep.
Was Project Zero in search of the secret to immortality?
If conscious out-of-body transplantation can be achieved, then immortality can indeed be attained.
But just like the middle-aged man said, he always felt that the company's ambitions went beyond that.
Qin Ze sighed inwardly.
The company is plundering everything from ordinary people, and it doesn't even intend to spare their souls.
"Old Deng, what kind of experiment are we conducting?"
The clone lying on the lab table asked.
The old man grinned. "This experiment is about a great advancement for Human Race."
"If you succeed in the future, you will be a great hero of the Human Race, forever recorded in history, and revered by future generations!"
Clone: "Is Zun Du fake Du?"
The old man turned to his assistant and gestured. "We can begin. First, test his mental strength."
The robotic arm beside the experimental table placed a helmet-like device on the clone's head.
"Forty... forty shi (a unit of dry measure)."
The assistant was stunned when he saw the numbers displayed on the screen.
The old man was also taken aback. "Retest it."
He thought the machine was broken.
A Level Five Martial Artist with a spiritual power of 15 stones at its peak.
Forty shi (a unit of dry measure), and you call that grade 1.5?
The assistant tested it twice more, with the same result.
The old man's eyes lit up; he had found a treasure.
"Start the test now!"
The old man couldn't wait.
The assistant nodded. "The first round of testing begins."
The robotic arms around the experimental table began to work.
The clone's head was fitted with a new black helmet, and its hands and feet were reinforced again.
Monitoring chips were installed on his chest, back, and thighs.
At this moment, all the data of the clone was displayed on the central screen of the laboratory.
Qin Ze also began to examine it carefully.
This clone belongs to the Bone-Tempering Group; its Qi and Blood values are average, but its bones are exceptionally hard.
In comparison, the data in other aspects were mediocre.
The equipment was powered on, and the clone on the experimental table immediately began to convulse violently.
Qin Ze, inside the Shelter Space, and the Dharma King and others outside, lying in the ditch inhaling secondhand smoke, felt the same way, as if someone was frantically hitting their heads with a hammer.
This continued for ten minutes, much to the assistant's delight.
"The spirit has stabilized!"
"Consciousness was also fully preserved!"
The old man's breathing became rapid, his eyes fixed on the clone on the lab table.
"Stripping."
The assistant's voice trembled with excitement.
"Begin peeling!"
The flat experimental table was erected, and all the surrounding robotic arms and equipment were removed.
A huge, transparent dome descended from the sky, encasing the clone inside.
Inside the dome was a small light bulb that suddenly burst forth with dazzling white light, causing Qin Ze, who was in the Shelter Space, to close his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw something unreal being being peeled away from his clone little by little.
Once the mass of matter was completely separated, the clone stopped twitching.
Qin Ze stared at the ever-changing "ghost" and muttered to himself.
"Is that my spirit?"
Through the perspective of his clone inside the dome, Qin Ze was experiencing a wonderful experience unlike any he had ever had before.