Why it never ends

Chapter 1192 Danger
The two men came to a preparation room, took off all their clothes according to the operating specifications on the wall, changed into dark green surgical gowns, and carefully tucked their hair into surgical caps.

Victoria then led Hesta through a dark blue corridor, and as they walked through it, the ultraviolet light made their faces appear blue.

Continuing forward, the two entered the negative pressure area, which was the location of the Class B biological laboratory. Its structure was similar to the negative pressure ward in the basement of the reserve base. Hesta saw the "three sickle moons" sign, which meant biological hazards, again. Victoria pushed open another door and motioned Hesta to enter.

"Come on," she said softly, "You should have received training for entering a high-risk biological laboratory, but for safety reasons, I will still guide you through each step that follows... Let's change into positive pressure suits first."

Hesta began to act under Victoria's guidance. She opened the closet and took out a silver-gray one-piece suit - a positive pressure protective suit. Since the air pressure inside the protective suit is higher than the outside, it is almost equivalent to wearing a close-fitting negative pressure corridor, and any pathogens from the outside are difficult to flow back.

Hesta had indeed received training years before, but her work had always been far from the mechanics, so the details had long been forgotten. She pulled the bulky jumpsuit over her, zipped it up, and connected the air hose.

Victoria carefully checked her inner gloves, and after confirming that the gloves were not damaged, she tightened them to the cuffs. With a "click", the sound of one-way airflow came from the hood, and all the sounds from the outside world disappeared. Hesta saw Victoria's mouth moving, but she could not hear anything except the sound of the wind.

Victoria pointed at her ears and signaled Hesta to turn on the headphones.

"Can you hear me?" Victoria's voice came.

Hesta made an OK gesture.

Then, Victoria also changed into the same outfit, and the two continued to move forward. In the buffer zone, they put on a layer of black gloves.

"Pay attention," Victoria said, "our inner gloves are ice blue, remember? If the outer black gloves are torn, you will easily see the color leakage. Once the gloves are torn, we must leave immediately... Now, make a fist, like this."

Victoria clenched her fists and then unclenched them. The gloves that were suppressing her were squeezed with her movements. When she unclenched her fists, the fresh air flow instantly made the gloves swell up.

Hesta did so - he was checking for leaks in the gloves or the interface.

"Very good." Victoria pointed to her right upper arm, where there was a 4-cm-long indicator strip with a green light on. "You have to keep an eye on the monitor here. It's green now, which means the air flow is normal. If the air flow is too low, it will flash red and there will be a buzzer. Regardless of whether it alarms or not, we have to confirm each other's light color every ten minutes. Oh, and the color of the gloves, too. Got it?"

"Do we have to leave immediately once the red light comes on?" Hesta asked.

"Correct."

By the time all the confirmation procedures were completed, nearly forty minutes had passed. Hesta was not used to being in a protective suit, and she kept twisting her shoulders to relieve the subtle discomfort.

The warning signs appeared more and more frequently. After passing through a door, Hesta saw another sign indicating that they had arrived at the area where the Class A biological laboratory was located.

"What is your research station studying?" Hesta asked.

“What else is there to study here,” Victoria replied. “Chelation.”

Hesta muttered, "…Is it necessary to make it so complicated?" "Watch your attitude, Inspector," Victoria sneered, "If Isolei is here, you're done. You'll never be able to enter her laboratory again in your life. You'll be on her blacklist forever."

Hesta was stunned at first, then shrugged slightly: "...Well, I deserve it."

The two of them continued walking forward.

"It's human nature," Victoria said softly. "If you often fight against chelates on the front line, letting their blood and viscera splash on you, you certainly won't find these pathogens scary. It's always easy for people to use themselves as a measure and forget that 'those that don't kill me may kill others'... Even children understand this."

Hesta glanced at Victoria - although the first half of her words sounded like understanding, they still seemed to carry a certain reproach.

"I'm sorry." Hesta said again, "I should pay attention... I will pay attention."

Victoria looked back at Hesta and said, "But then Isolé came up with a solution. It was very ironic, very effective, and very creative. She made every mercury needle that entered her institute feel like it was facing a formidable enemy. Do you want to know how she did it?"

"How did you do it?"

"She invited many biological research institutions in the first zone to partially open the AHgAs experimental base to the United Government. As a result, the original Chelation Disease Research Center not only has chelating bacteria as a pathogen, but you can also come into contact with Lassa fever virus, Rift Valley fever virus, Weilhouten Forest fever virus, Yersinia pestis, and anthrax bacteria there at the same time. The mercury needles immediately became much more obedient."

Hesta was silent, and she looked at Victoria again, because when Victoria said this, it was as if she herself was not standing in the group of mercury needles.

"But, Jane, I'm asking you to be so careful today not to practice the virtue of a scientific researcher strictly abiding by laboratory safety regulations," Victoria put her hand on the last door, "Don't take it lightly. What I'm going to show you next is very dangerous for both of us."

Hesta nodded silently.

Victoria pressed the doorknob, and the moment the door opened, Hesta heard a familiar noise. Although it was very faint at the moment, Hesta still immediately recognized the source of the sound - it was the sound of metal chains hitting the ground and colliding with each other, usually coming from the cell where the chelates were held.

The sound insulation here was obviously very good, because in the underground training ground of the Tan Yi Reserve Base, they could often hear the terrifying howl of the chelate from several floors away.

"Are there chelates?"

"Yes," Victoria answered briefly, "we went to see her last."

For a moment, Hesta felt horrified.

The research station here only studies chelation disease, and it is also very dangerous for both her and Victoria...

She suddenly remembered a night a year ago, not long after she arrived in District 14. At Mei County's workstation, she had killed a chelate with her own hands. The chelate's eyes had very distinct silver edges.