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Dezi moved with incredible speed, darting out like a cheetah. He extended one hand, forming a knife-like strike that landed directly on the back of a man's neck. The man didn't have time to react before collapsing to the ground, turning into a limp heap.
At the same time, Sharp Security seemed ready to scream. His voice was sharp, and if he let out a shout, we would be exposed. But Dezi wasn't a miracle worker; there was no way he could outrun sound over such a distance. In a moment of panic, I quickly shoved my flashlight into his mouth. With the flashlight stuffed in his mouth, Sharp Security couldn't make a sound.
Just then, Dezi rushed over and struck Sharp Security on the neck again. Instantly, Sharp Security crumpled to the floor as well. Dezi and I exchanged glances and smiled. I pulled the flashlight from Sharp Security's mouth and asked Dezi, "When will they wake up?"
Dezi replied, "I applied just the right amount of force; they should wake up in no more than half an hour."
Since we didn't have any ropes, we had no choice but to use the security guards' belts to tie the two of them together and gag them with their uniforms. This way, when they woke up, we wouldn't be exposed. After securing everything, we continued moving forward and saw no other security personnel along the way.
Following the corridor, we arrived at a large hall that was unguarded outside. It was unclear whether this was due to lack of arrangements or if the guards were simply slacking off. Inside the hall were several small rooms whose purposes were unknown. Each room had windows through which we could see inside. From a distance, we spotted people in white coats moving about within.
I made a shushing gesture and slowly approached one of the glass windows with Dezi. Peering through the glass, we saw a bed occupied by an elderly man known as the Controller. Several individuals in white coats surrounded him, holding surgical knives while the old man's abdomen had been opened with a large incision.
At this sight, both Dezi and I shuddered. Who would have thought that in such a remote mountain area there existed such a place? In a cave halfway up the mountain, someone had transformed it into a hall where surgeries were being performed on an unknown elderly man. It felt bizarre and absurd.
Dezi whispered, "What are these people doing? Why is there an operating room here? There's a dedicated hospital inside Spring Return Nursing Home; why establish such a place in a cave?"
I couldn't answer that question just yet. We only knew that Spring Return Nursing Home had its secrets, but what exactly those secrets were remained unclear. However, it was evident that something medical was taking place here.
As we spoke, we checked other rooms and found similar scenes with white-coated figures attending to elderly patients in each one. A vague memory surfaced in my mind about an elderly man who had slipped me a note earlier; it bore two words: "Save me." Could it be that these elderly individuals were dying during these surgeries?
There were six rooms in total; one room contained three doctors in white coats, totaling eighteen surgeons across all rooms. Dezi and I paused outside one room to observe what was happening inside. The doctors appeared quite "dedicated," focusing intently on their procedures without noticing us lurking outside.
Inside this room, one doctor was injecting some yellowish viscous liquid into an elderly man's veins. Neither Dezi nor I had any medical knowledge to identify what it might be. The liquid was labeled only with letters like SCO—an abbreviation for some English term we couldn't decipher.
The elderly man seemed to be completely anesthetized and lay motionless.
We moved on to the next room for another look. In this room, doctors had completely opened up another person's abdomen and chest, exposing internal organs and even the heart. Several doctors were busily "fiddling" with something inside; I noticed another heart nearby connected to a machine supplying blood—this appeared to be a heart transplant surgery in progress.
Although I had no understanding of medicine, I knew that such experiments were prohibited for private individuals. Yet, the Spring Return Nursing Home was conducting research that the state had explicitly banned. Were they trying to profit from this place? Or were they genuinely aiming to advance medical science?
As I moved to the next room, the horror intensified. A person's skull had been opened, and a figure in a white coat was attempting to replace it with another brain. The bloody skull and the pale brain contrasted starkly under the glaring lights, emitting a bright flash.
At this point, it became clear to me that this place was nothing more than a laboratory. The Spring Return Nursing Home housed numerous homeless individuals and elderly people without relatives. It didn't seem like an act of gratitude or social contribution; rather, there were deeper motives at play. Every year, Spring Return took in a large number of vagrants, individuals who were utterly neglected by society.
In other words, these vagrants—those who had lost their families—would go missing without anyone caring. If someone did notice, Spring Return Nursing Home could easily claim that the elderly had left the facility, knowing full well that no one would truly care about these individuals.
The note left by the old man indicated that many people must have already died here! He risked everything to escape in order to expose the truth of this place and draw attention to it. The thought sent chills down my spine. Outside, it was opulent, catering to wealthy seniors, while inside this cave lay the blood of the homeless...
This stark contrast painted a picture where heaven stood beside hell. How many more vagrants were unaware of the truth, believing this place to be a paradise on earth? They flocked here, oblivious to the fact that it was a deadly trap. Just as I pondered this, a sudden scream pierced through the air.
The sound came from the last room. Both Dezi and I jumped in shock and hurried over to investigate. Through the glass window, we saw an elderly man who had been injected with yellow pus struggling violently on his bed. His veins bulged as he exerted tremendous effort.
His face contorted in agony resembled a demon rising from hell, his wrinkled features twisted together. Unidentified fluids flowed from his mouth and nose—some red, some yellow—viscous and repulsive. The entire bed shook as if it might collapse at any moment.
At that moment, the old man let out a roar akin to a wild beast's cry—heart-wrenching and filled with despair. Then he began trembling violently; the bed tipped over onto someone nearby. In an instant, he bit down on this person's ear, causing them to grimace in pain.
"Kill him! Kill him!" shouted the bitten individual in a white coat. "The experiment has failed again!"
Upon hearing this, two figures in white coats wasted no time; one restrained the old man while the other drew a scalpel and swiftly slashed at his neck. Blood gushed forth immediately, splattering all over the bitten person and staining them crimson—a gruesome sight indeed. Within seconds, the old man fell silent as the bitten individual pulled away.
Cursing under his breath, he said, "Get rid of this corpse; I need to tend to my ear. Adjust the liquid dosage and find another pig for experimentation in storage. Damn it, today is just my worst luck." With that, he started toward the exit.
Dezi and I quickly stepped aside as I whispered urgently to him, "When he comes out, you need to restrain him immediately; I have many questions for him."
Dezi nodded in agreement.
We waited outside the door for the figure in white to emerge so we could seize him. Suddenly, with a creak, the door swung open. He had barely closed it when Dezi yanked him inside; one hand covered his mouth while the other gripped his neck tightly.
The person continued to kick around with his feet, seemingly trying to create some commotion.
At that moment, I pulled out my dagger and pressed it against his back, slowly whispering in his ear, "I advise you not to make any rash moves. You are a surgeon, so you should know what is pressed against your back. Don't resist; lead us to a safe place."
"Of course, you could also find a place where there are more of you and surround us," I continued. "But you need to consider the consequences. If we are discovered, it will be a dead end for us, but before we die, you will be the first to go. If you agree, just nod your head and take us to a safe location."
As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the man in the white coat nodding. He then pointed to the rightmost of three paths, indicating that it was safe. I glanced at Dezi, knowing he was silently asking whether we should trust him. I nodded back, signaling him not to worry.
From the way he reacted when the old man bit his ear earlier, it was clear that this person was very afraid of death. He hastily ordered the old man's execution after being bitten, which showed he was inherently selfish. A person like this would certainly prioritize their own interests above all else; how could they risk their life?
I was about eighty percent sure that this person would not take risks; we should be safe.
I led him towards the indicated path, which had no guards and appeared secure. The path was deep and cool, as if a gentle breeze was blowing through. There were many rooms on either side, but none had windows, leaving their interiors a mystery.
Reaching the door of one room, he pointed to his pocket, seemingly indicating that we should pull something out. I reached in and found a key. Inserting it into the lock, the door opened easily, and the three of us stepped inside one after another.
A high school student had been kidnapped along with a leggy school beauty and a busty third-tier celebrity, trapped in an abandoned cabin after mistakenly eating unknown wild fruit, feeling feverish in the middle of the night.
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