death of hope

Chapter 962: "Psychic Storm" (38) Core Secret

The New Sapporo Psychic Research Institute "accommodates" psychic talents "collected" from various colonies of the Terra Human Federation.

(Note: In this worldview, companies are capable of all kinds of evil. To put it nicely, it is “containment”; to put it bluntly, it is imprisonment.

Similarly, to put it nicely, it is "collecting", to put it bluntly, it is human trafficking, plundering, deceiving, kidnapping...)
Among the gifted people who were ‘contained’, there were Terran humans, humanoid alien intelligent races, and even some who looked completely human;
The terrifying alien creatures wearing exoskeletons or disgusting spore sacs, with sharp claws and tentacles, are scarier than horror movies.

Beautiful, ugly, gentle, bloodthirsty... ordinary people's aesthetics and morals are completely inapplicable here.

In the eyes of top psychics, with their rational and cold minds;

As long as any carbon-based or silicon-based creature with psychic talent is locked up in a research institute,

All consumables.

Little white mouse,
Lambs to be slaughtered for scientific research.

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In many religious classics and fairy tales, the devil is always portrayed as living in the depths of hell, and the same is true for the Psychic Research Institute.

Area B14 "contains" the most valuable, powerful, and dangerous psychic talents in the galaxy. It is a terrifying abyss that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Following the footsteps of his great benefactor, Joseph HF Dann, the leader of human psychic studies and director of the institute, Leon passed through three heavy pneumatic gates.
After a radiographic scan, disinfection mist spray, wearing an anti-static bracelet and shoe covers...

A series of rigorous and cumbersome security measures foreshadow the potential dangers here.

The decoration style of B14 area completely abandons art and humanities, and everything is for practicality:
The dim lights cast shadows of exhaust fans and grilles onto the cold gray-green cement curtain wall. Every few meters, you can see fuel cell emergency lights with flashing LED beads and fire-fighting modules painted red.

There are yellow and black 'WARNING' warning strips on the edge of the stainless steel floor, and you can tell there are a lot of rules here;

Warning light boxes with white letters on a green background are lined up one after another, with no end in sight;
'No smoking', 'No chewing gum', 'If you spill coffee, please call the cleaner to clean it up immediately', 'No leaking of company secrets'...

There were no illustrations, no music, not even a potted plant. Li Ang admired the researchers working in area B14;
Being able to work for a long time in such a depressing environment deep underground without any entertainment facilities and yet still maintaining his passion for psychic research, he is worthy of being Mr. Joseph's favorite disciple, abandoning all "low-level interests" and devoting himself to academic research.

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On the heavy gates on both sides of the corridor, Leon saw many legendary numbers, each of which was notorious;
The 294th gifted person, nicknamed 'Octopus Yuri',
Rumor has it that it is a cuttlefish-like intelligent alien creature with tentacles, captured in the deep sea of ​​a colonized planet, and can use psychic power to control thoughts.

When they first entered the institute, 'Octopus Yuri' controlled the corporate warriors escorting it to shoot at each other, resulting in a tragedy in which more than ten people were killed or injured, which led to the security upgrade of the Psychic Energy Institute.

Talent No. 191, nicknamed 'Sweetheart Bomb',
Rumor has it that she was a female pirate from the Charm Spirit tribe, with the beauty of an elf princess in a fairy tale, and a pair of large, violet eyes that could unleash powerful psychic enchantment and witchcraft.

Once, taking advantage of an opportunity to take a walk, 'Sweetheart Bomb' seduced the security guard on duty to unlock her shackles. When she was about to succeed, she was discovered by the security captain. She was so angry that she launched psychic attacks on the nerve centers of the human guards, and the poor security guards' brains were blown all over the wall.

The No. 51 talent, nicknamed 'Los Angeles Arnold',
This short and fat human man is a fitness influencer. He was lazy and had poor talent, so he could not improve his figure. In order to gain traffic, he started to take the wrong path and took a lot of steroids to increase his muscle mass. However, he did not grow much muscle, but accidentally activated his psychic talent, causing his body to mutate.

The facial features of 'Los Angeles Arnold' were swollen and ugly, his skull became pointed like a narwhal, and his mind became abnormal because his brain tissue was squeezed.

Whenever he sees someone, he strikes a stage bodybuilding pose to show off his ugly mutated muscles. Once he is laughed at, he becomes furious and violent, tearing the staff in front of him in half. Now he is imprisoned in a cage made of special steel.

Recalling those horrific rumors, I took uneasy steps and looked at the shocking numbers on the gates on both sides of the corridor.

Those outrageous rumors were not made up by colleagues after drinking, but actually existed. When Li Ang thought of this, cold sweat began to seep out of his forehead and nose.
(What exactly is the research institute’s treasure? Why hasn’t it arrived yet? Where is the director taking me?)
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"it's here."

Joseph suddenly stopped, and was slow to brake, so Leon, who was lost in thought, almost bumped into the old man's back;

"Here we are?"

"Hmm." Joseph pushed the frame of his glasses with his fingers:
"Hey, pay attention and stop looking around. You have to pass the test to become my personal assistant."

"Uh, sorry, I've heard a lot of rumors that the 'things' behind those iron doors are very dangerous..."

"Humph, dangerous..." Joseph glanced at it with disdain:
"Indeed, those guys behind the iron gates have more or less been stained with human blood, but compared with our 'treasure of the museum', it's nothing." The old man swiped the card and pressed his fingerprint. The moment his body shifted, Li Ang saw the number on the slowly rising pneumatic gate; "0".

"Zero? Never heard of it..."

"That's right, I haven't heard of it."

The old man motioned for Li Ang to follow him in, and said with his hands behind his back:
"Number Zero is the top secret of our institute. If it is leaked to outsiders, even I, the director, will be in trouble."

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(Number zero... such a special number...

Without a doubt, the most powerful and dangerous gifted being, what kind of bloodthirsty monster would it be...)
In an instant, Leon Vilnius recalled all the horror movies he had watched in his childhood, and the brutal enemies he had faced in battle. Then he silently clenched his fists, veins bulged on his forehead, and tensed all the muscles in his body, ready to fight at any time.

Following the old man through rows of large equipment, biochemical storage tanks, psychic analysis devices, and through the curtain wall full of monitors and holographic projectors,

A researcher in a white coat was sitting in front of a computer screen, working intently, and didn't even notice the director was coming.
A typical 'genius', 'Frankenstein', he must be Joseph's most proud student, who was allowed to work in this top-secret area.

Joseph walked to the workstation marked "Project Team Leader" and put his hand on the shoulder of the middle-aged man. The man had a greasy "Mediterranean" hairstyle, with a little bit of pitiful blond hair still left by his ears, and a few strands of it running horizontally, which was worse than having nothing.

The old man obviously thought highly of this bald man, and his words were full of kindness and trust;
"Hey Ryan, I'm here with my new assistant for an interview.
Let me introduce you, this guy is Leon Vilnius, a noble from Ix, and he has quite a prominent background. "

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The middle-aged man's attention finally left the computer screen.
Because of the long period of concentration and lack of sleep, he blinked his mouse-like eyes desperately, staggered to his feet and almost fell down:
"Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here..."

The bald man looked at Li Ang and stretched out his skinny hand woodenly:

"Hello, new colleague, I am the project leader, Ryan Elson."

"Hello, senior."

Li Ang bowed his head very politely and shook hands: "I am happy to work with you, but I have to pass the assessment before I can stay here to work."

"It's no problem for you to be chosen by the teacher." The bald man looked at his mentor Dr. Joseph with admiration;

"The previous Mr. Diego was also recruited by the teacher. Diego is an expert in anti-psychic power. What a pity... This position is short-lived..."

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about! Aren't you cursing someone to death?!"

Joseph covered his face, speechless about the emotional intelligence of his student.

Ryan, the project leader, smiled and scratched his bald head, apologizing to Li Ang:

"We are old-school intellectuals who are devoted to learning, ignorant of worldly affairs, and unable to speak. Please don't mind us~"

"Stop talking nonsense, Ryan," the old man tapped the table with his nails impatiently, "Open the door and let us in."

"I know, teacher, Zero is in hibernation."

Ryan called another researcher wearing a work badge, and the two walked to the front of a black curtain wall, turned the key at the same time, and pressed the palm print on the touch panel to unlock it.

The black liquid metal slowly descended, no longer blocking the view, and the curtain wall turned into transparent thick bulletproof glass. The door also unlocked with a "click", and the interior of the curtain wall looked like a high-tech upgraded ICU ward;
The lights inside the curtain wall were too bright and a little dazzling. In the corners of the wall were piled many biochemical solution storage tanks with skull warning signs. Computer cabinets and unknown large precision equipment were placed on the ground. Hundreds or even thousands of LED indicator beads kept flashing like fireflies.

On the aluminum alloy ceiling and the other half of the cement curtain wall were hung various vital signs and psychic monitoring displays. Holographic image data was projected into the air. The densely packed green numbers and letters made one's scalp tingle.
A complicated multifunctional lifting bed was placed in the middle of the room. It looked like the kind used in mental hospitals to restrain lunatics. The bed frame was equipped with leather restraints and a head fixator. The mattress was very thin and crude. Comfort was not considered in the design concept.
A pale-skinned, slender blonde girl was lying flat on her back, with a dense network of digital optical fibers and cables connected to her body.

The man's eyes were tightly closed, and he showed no reaction, like a piece of frozen meat on a pallet. Only the heartbeat, blood pressure, and blood oxygen data on the screen could prove that he was fine.

She is still alive.