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After locking the door, Dezi finally let him go. The man in the white coat seemed to understand the situation and did not shout or make a fuss. Instead, he stood quietly to the side, seemingly waiting for our inquiries. Dezi continued to watch him while I surveyed the room.
Upon closer inspection, the room was not very large, with a row of massive horizontal freezers in front of me. As detectives, we knew exactly what these were. These were body freezers, with a total of ten compartments. This meant they could hold ten corpses. I opened each one to take a look and found that five of them contained bodies.
Some of these corpses had their stomachs cut open, some were missing heads, and others had arms attached where legs should have been. The bizarre and grotesque appearances of these bodies sent a chill down my spine. However, they all shared one commonality: they were all elderly individuals.
It seemed my suspicions were correct. Those elderly people who had been taken in as homeless were being used for experiments by Spring's Return Nursing Home. The purpose of taking in these elderly individuals was clear; they intended to conduct horrifying experiments on them.
For instance, one of the bodies I had just seen had its legs amputated but had arms attached instead. I couldn't fathom the reasoning behind such actions. Moreover, I had previously witnessed surgeries performed by the white-coated individuals outside in the hall, which were mostly high-risk procedures with fatal outcomes. From the very beginning, these elderly people had been abandoned. They had no chance of survival in their eyes; perhaps to them, the lives of the elderly were as disposable as weeds.
I furrowed my brow and sternly asked the man in the white coat, "Who are you people? What kind of place is Spring's Return Nursing Home?"
The man in the white coat slowly replied, "I may not know how you got in here, but I have something to tell you. This Spring's Return Nursing Home is not a place for you to be. It has powerful backing. The more you know, the quicker you'll die. This is not an exaggeration on my part. If you can leave, I'll pretend I didn't see you two here. Also, I hope you won't go out and spread rumors; keep this a secret for me."
His tone was gentle and slow, as if he was warning us about something or perhaps threatening us. He continued, "Now, can I bandage myself?"
It seemed this man still did not grasp the gravity of the situation. Having come this far, did he really think we would back down because of some large organization? As a police officer, it was precisely during times like this that our role became evident. It appeared that he felt secure enough to speak so boldly.
With that thought in mind, I took out my dagger and began to play with it slowly in my hand before saying to him, "I think you need to understand your current situation. We've come this far; how could we possibly retreat? Answer my question from earlier—about murder—we are professionals at that..."
As I spoke, I threw my dagger directly at him; it grazed his other ear before embedding itself into the wall beside him, causing him to collapse in fear onto the floor. At this close distance, I was confident in my skills. Ever since I developed a mental block against using firearms, I had been practicing with my dagger relentlessly; little did I know it would come in handy here.
"Speak!" I growled.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" The man in the white coat was clearly terrified of death; seeing my aggressive stance made him abandon any bravado and hurriedly said, "We are indeed all hired by Spring's Return Nursing Home. From what I understand, those who were brought here are almost all like me."
As he spoke this far, he seemed quite melancholic and said softly, "Either they had an accident during surgery or were dismissed due to medical disputes. A promising career just ruined like that—that's what being a doctor is like. But what else can we do besides being doctors? Spring's Return provided us with this opportunity to continue working in our field."
I nodded and urged him on, "Continue."
He responded with an affirmative sound and continued speaking: "At first, we didn't know why Spring's Return hired so many people; after all, even if it's a nursing home located far from city hospitals, it wouldn't need nearly twenty doctors for consultations. But as time went on, they started using our corpses for experiments."
"About a month after we started, they began using living people for our experiments," the man in the white coat said. "Some naturally refused, but those who did not comply ended up as the corpses we had to dissect the next day. At this point, we realized we were on a pirate ship."
"What else could we say? If we didn't want to end up as a body on the Autopsy Table, we had no choice but to use those elderly individuals for our experiments. Six months passed, and we had more or less gotten used to it. Fortunately, the financial compensation from above was quite generous. Speaking of which, I must remind you that there was once a doctor who tried to expose what was happening here, but within days, he became a corpse himself, and no one came to shut this place down."
"So, that's why I advise you to leave as soon as possible," the man in the white coat continued.
I walked over to the wall and pulled out a dagger before asking, "Are your experiments something you want to do yourselves, or are they mandated by Spring Return Nursing Home?"
The man in the white coat replied, "At first, it was Spring Return Nursing Home that provided us with research directions; we controlled the specifics of the study ourselves. But you know how it is—sometimes doctors are just like scientists. Once given a specific topic, even if they tell us to disband later, we wouldn't want to."
"Can you imagine that feeling? Being the first person in the world to research a topic no one else has touched? That feeling of being the first to eat crab is better than anything else. If you can understand that feeling, perhaps you'll grasp why people say scientists are mad and obsessed with their work..."
"But you're experimenting on living people!" I scoffed. "Real scientists wouldn't engage in such inhumane acts. Don't you feel any guilt about what you're doing?"
"Guilt?" His tone hardened as if he were defending something deeply ingrained within him. "What guilt? You have no idea how dirty and despicable the things scientists do behind closed doors are. The advancement of science, especially in medicine, cannot happen without human experimentation. How else can we gather data about humanity and push medical progress forward?"
"When I was a doctor before, I didn't understand this matter. But when I came here, I realized that significant historical advancements were not driven by those good-hearted individuals but by those unafraid of societal judgment—those who lead the world."
"Take smallpox, for instance. If it weren't for using cowpox virus for vaccines, who knows how many would have died? But before injecting cowpox vaccine, no one knew; they tried many vaccines and lost quite a few lives in the process. Without such trials, even more would have died—thousands or even millions!"
"If that isn't greatness, then what is?" The man in the white coat seemed somewhat agitated. "Those who failed are nailed to the pillar of shame; yet once successful, I become the greatest benefactor of humanity—the savior of all!"
It appeared that this man had been brainwashed and had become utterly unreasonable. The idea of sacrificing one person for a billion others should never be justified if that individual disagrees! Regardless of whether his intentions were for all humanity's sake or not. I chose not to dwell on this issue with him and simply asked, "What kind of experiments are you conducting?"
"The experiments are at the forefront of this world—like total blood transfusions or brain transplants. There are also studies involving live tissue cultivation and even research into using viral injections to extend human lifespan. Many of these are among the most challenging topics globally."
"In essence," he continued, "it's about how to confront death. Using medical means to prolong human life is a grand endeavor. Therefore, until our research reaches a conclusion, I cannot die."
What exactly is Spring Return pursuing with such research? The investment of money and manpower is enormous and essentially yields no returns. Although they conduct experiments directly on living people, issues that top-tier organizations cannot resolve cannot simply be solved through human experimentation.
This is entirely a money-burning venture with no returns. If such a large organization does not aim for profit, it suggests there is something more important than profit at stake. However, what that important matter is remains unknown to me at this moment.
"Do you know who controls the Spring Return Nursing Home?" I continued to ask.
The man in the white coat shook his head and replied, "I don't know. That's not something I can consider as someone conducting experiments. I don't think about who stands behind me."
"Then who are you accountable to?" I pressed on.
He scratched his head and said, "I'm only accountable to He Pingli. She is the main person in charge of our project. As far as I know, everyone else was brought in by her. Whether she is the one behind it all, or if there are others behind her, I have no idea."
After saying that, the man in the white coat added, "Can you leave now? If I'm found out for associating with you, I'm done for. In this cave, killing is as easy as drinking water."
I exchanged a glance with Dezi, who understood and swiftly knocked him out. We proceeded to restrain him. Just as we opened the door, a glinting knife came into view. Since there were no windows, we had no idea when someone had arrived outside.
Looking out now, we saw quite a few people gathered.
The one holding the knife was none other than the young woman, He Pingli. She walked in with a knife in hand, followed by two individuals wielding metal rods.
The Senior High School Student had been kidnapped, along with the Leggy School Beauty and 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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