Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 12

"She's awake." The woman, whose lips were blue, suddenly opened her eyes.

In the dimly lit room, under the nightlight, a gaunt doll hung from a sling, its limbs dangling, with a note bearing the words "Ito Nanayuki" pasted on its drooping head.

The woman grabbed a lock of hair and a petri dish emitting white mist, in which flesh and blood were writhing.

Boiling blood emitted red smoke, and red bloodstains overflowed from the container.

A viscous liquid dripped down the seams of the table.

"Everything is ready," the woman murmured to herself. "I need some live blood to replenish my energy."

"Zuo Qianzi, I'm counting on you to retrieve the experimental subject." Araki sat to the side, watching the offerings on the platform.

"Go home when it gets dark." Naoki Ranyama was bald and gave a goofy smile.

"I hope you won't make any mistakes this time." In the shadows, at another guest table, a slightly overweight man pressed a lighter and lit the scarlet cigarette on his lips.

"Leave the rest to us." The hyena continued to toy with the knife.

"Naoki already had a premonition that the demon hunters would appear tonight. Taking back the test subject was just an extra layer of insurance." Yinmolu leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, and the clanking of shackles could be faintly heard.

"Gurgle—" The fat man rubbed his belly and smacked his lips. "Dajin is hungry."

"I hope you can do it." In the shadows, the crimson firelight illuminated the man's face, and the manager's expression was somewhat stiff.

"We will avenge Hattori." Koji, who was fleeing in panic, still remembered the humiliation of his escape last night.

Ranzan-do, Kyoto Branch, Order Group: Absolute violence to maintain absolute order.

"Replacement begins." Zuo Qianzi raised his hand and slowly placed all the offerings into the black ceramic water vat.

Thick smoke billowed continuously from the mouth of the cylinder.

"Why let the test subjects run around outside? Can't they just be locked up all the time?" The dual-gunner muttered as he wiped his pistols. "I have to go through all this trouble to bite this scum. They really think they're big shots. They taste terrible, no different from rotten pork, and they still dare to ask me for a price."

"The test subjects cannot survive in the laboratory, but their condition will improve when they return to human society. We had no choice but to resort to this measure," said the researcher next to the manager.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't need to keep an eye on things all the time. Sooner or later, I'd need you guys to send people to accompany me." The manager took a final drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out hard in the ashtray.

"Damn, this is a real hassle," the dual-gunner sighed to himself.

……

"Put me down if you're tired." Ito Nanayuki was still held in Jin Ziyue's arms, and up close you could see the man's chin, with stubble that he hadn't had time to shave.

"Not tired."

Why can't they see you?

"When your presence is as insignificant as dust, few people will notice you, even if the dust drifts past your eyes."

“It’s amazing that someone this big can be like a tiny speck of dust,” Ito Nanayuki said.

"Am I heavy?" she asked again.

"It's a little heavier than my orange tabby cat."

Is your cat cute?

"It was very comforting when I was a child, but I became a couch potato when I grew up."

"very nice."

After she finished speaking, she fell silent again.

"What's your name?"

"Jin Ziyue".

"It sounds beautiful." The girl's eyes lit up, sparkling in the afternoon sunlight.

The faint fragrance emanating from Ito teased Jin Ziyue's nostrils.

"Put me down."

The girl was still wearing a hospital gown and hospital slippers. She stumbled a little when she landed on tiptoe and instinctively wrapped her arms around Jin Ziyue's neck.

The gestures became a little intimate, and Ito Nanayuki felt uneasy. She looked up and met Jin Ziyue's smiling eyes.

Suddenly, I felt less reserved, took a few steps, stretched out my arms, and walked a couple of times.

“I’ve never agreed with the idea of ​​‘naive and innocent’ before.” Ito Nanayuki still had her eyes downcast; years of violence had eroded the girl’s spirit. “But perhaps she’s right about one thing.”

"what?"

The girl turned around, her face ashen and her eyes lifeless, yet a smile still lingered on her lips:

"Meeting Mr. Jin was truly a stroke of luck."

"Is that so?" Jin Ziyue smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

"I..." Ito trailed off, then suddenly gasped in terror, "I..."

Before she could speak, she reached out and touched Jin Ziyue.

Jin Ziyue was startled to realize something was wrong. He rushed forward and tried to pull her arm into his embrace, but found nothing.

When Jin Ziyue stood firm and raised his head, there was no one in front of him, only an endless corridor.

The sound stopped abruptly, and the warmth in the air froze instantly.

Jin Ziyue's hand remained in the forward-leaning position, then silently closed, his gaze slowly rising forward, calm as still water.

"Tap," "tap," the sound of lonely footsteps echoed through the long corridor.

The cloud curtain was as thick as a cocoon, and the surging ink was like a dragon overturning a river.

……

"Testing of various physiological functions of experimental subject 9372..."

"Abnormal blood routine test results".

"Abnormal white blood cell count, prepare for bone marrow examination."

"Increased activity and phagocytosis of allogeneic cells were detected, indicating that the bone marrow cells of the experimental subject have undergone mutation!"

The researchers were busy working, and data quickly popped up back and forth.

"Experimental subject 9372 developed multiple wound infections, and abnormal cells appeared at the suppuration sites."

The vast amount of experimental data was built upon the foundation of individual achievements. Now, it's as if the building blocks at the bottom have been removed, shaking the very foundation, causing the building to collapse like a house of cards, or a dam to burst. The only glimmer of hope in the entire experiment has suddenly become flickering.

"How could this happen!" The doctor in the white coat tugged at his hair in frustration. "Didn't the foreign cells have been stabilized and suppressed during the last examination?!"

The girl in the container remained unconscious, while the electrocardiogram beside her rose and fell steadily.

"The infection rate is still accelerating, and the predicted time for complete infection of experimental subject 9372 is seven hours."

“The experimental subject 9372 has fallen into a deep coma and is showing symptoms of acute leukemia.”

"Prepare local anesthesia and immediately perform a puncture of the suprailiac spine to preserve the viable sample to the maximum extent possible." The bespectacled man at the head of the group made a decisive and methodical decision, issuing the instructions in an orderly manner.

"Lowering the temperature of the container chamber inhibits the activity of foreign cells."

The woman beside him asked anxiously, "Team leader, doing this will cause the test subjects to suffer frostbite..."

“Low-activity, mutated bone marrow stem cells don’t die off so easily. Forget about the experimental subjects; preserving the experimental results is the most important thing.” The man didn’t turn his head. “Check the activity of the cells cultured in vitro in the cryopreservation chamber and detect the source of contamination.”

He stared at the incubation chamber. When the girl was asleep, she was as serene as a newborn baby. He could almost see the gentle trembling of her eyelashes, and a slight smile played at the corners of her lips.

The man couldn't help but clench his teeth.

"Damn it, are you already determined to die?"

"Increase the freezing power!"

The blood contaminated the culture chamber.

(End of this chapter)