CHAPTER 703: CHAPTER 341: THE SOURCE OF TRAGEDY

Ka-cha!

Gu Jianlin reversed the grip and stabbed the last experimental subject in the abdomen, panting as he said, "Instead of playing dumb here, how about we share some information first? Otherwise, we’re all going to end up dead here."

He apathetically withdrew the knife, flicked the blood off the blade, and took a few steps back: "This is Ying Province, our headquarters. How can such things exist here? Everyone around the world says the Ether Association is a sieve, and it seems the You Ying Group isn’t much better. The enemy is right under our noses, creating these monsters."

The situation was a bit tricky, so he quickly rushed out of the morgue, closing all doors to the safety corridors.

He then dragged several chairs over, tilting them to block the main door.

Who knows if it will work, but it’s worth trying first.

Su Youxia silently turned her head to look at the silver-haired boy and calmly asked, "Orochi Society?"

"The Yingzhou people likely don’t have this ability, right? But who knows, maybe they got lucky."

The Think Tank scratched his head, sighing.

"Stop pretending to be stupid."

Su Youxia said coldly, "You misled all the Twilight Candidates, including representatives of the Six Major Families, just to send them here to be trapped like dogs? You must know something."

"First, the term ’trapped like dogs’ isn’t quite appropriate. We’re all in the same boat right now. If I’m a dog, what does that make the two of you? Secondly, I do know where Miyamoto Shosuke’s corpse is because I preemptively applied a certain fragrance to his body. I came by following the scent."

The Think Tank explained helplessly, "I adhere to the elite education of Wang. The majority of the Twilight Candidates will remain candidates their whole lives. Only a few talented individuals can find some clues. According to my plan, you were supposed to find this place two days later, by which time I would have figured everything out."

"After all, I’m the examiner. If even I don’t know the answers to the exam, how am I supposed to assess the young people? Besides, who in this world expects young people to get things done? In the end, isn’t it left to us old folks? Your task is just to assist and gain some experience."

At this point, his voice grew weaker: "I just didn’t expect..."

"Didn’t expect to be caught here yourself, right?"

Su Youxia said coldly.

"People make mistakes, and so do horses."

The Think Tank looked around, staring at the corpses in the morgue and the flowing blood, and sighed, "Actually, compared to the Orochi Society, I tend to believe...this was Jiang Chunyang working behind my back."

That simple statement exploded like a thunderclap.

"Are you saying Jiang Chunyang is with The Order of the Hidden?"

Su Youxia squinted her beautiful eyes and instinctively gripped her double-barreled shotgun tightly.

"I didn’t say that. The truth that’s too easy to guess may not be correct."

The Think Tank shrugged, "Jiang Chunyang is the greatest power in the Dark World. He is most capable of orchestrating all this, so of course, I have reason to suspect him. Actually, my point is, Jiang Chunyang indeed knows about this project, but he might not know that his project has already been infiltrated by The Order of the Hidden people."

As everyone knows, the Ether Association collaborates with the Ancient God Clan.

In some sense, the Bai Ze Clan is the hidden shareholder of this behemoth.

Likewise, the You Ying Group has always been trying to catch up with it, so they sought the help of the Candle Dragon Clan.

Thus, such experiments were born.

"We all know that Candle Dragon Venerable, since the battle in the East Sea 2,500 years ago, has never ruled over Buzhou Mountain again, nor has given any instructions to his clan until his ascension. For over two millennia, the true ruler of Buzhou Mountain has been the Canglong Ancestor, that azure dragon."

The Think Tank lowered his head, glanced at the corpses on the ground, and explained, "The Canglong Ancestor chose us, willing to grant us the ancient and magnificent Ancient God Gene. Therefore, we selected sufficiently outstanding young people to become vessels for the Ancient God Clan, thereby gaining greater power."

"The Order World has the Pseudo Ancestor, so we must also have one."

He used a dagger to probe the horrifying wound on the corpse’s abdomen, unable to resist saying, "But the problem is, our plan has never been very successful. Our experimental subjects aren’t excellent enough, or you could say they aren’t sick enough. We don’t even have one patient with Frida’s Schizophrenia."

Su Youxia’s gaze grew colder because this indeed is a very strange matter.

Because patients with Frida’s Schizophrenia are almost entirely concentrated in the Order World.

Dark World people have searched for many years but couldn’t find even one.

If this is a disease, where does its cause lie, what is its pathology, and can it be inherited?

All of it remains unknown, too mysterious.

But it is currently certain that only those afflicted with this illness can carry the genes of the Ancient God Clan.

The more severe the condition, the more precious it is.

Currently, the most severely afflicted in the world is Her Highness the Princess from the Order World!

"Now, this puzzle is finally unraveled."

The Think Tank examined the cut on the forehead of the corpse, shrugging, "Am I right, Miss You Xia?"

Su Youxia was silent for a moment, then softly said, "Does Missy also have this cut on her forehead?"

In the eerie silence, they were all tacitly aware.

Pa.

Gu Jianlin stopped in his tracks at the elevator entrance, his gaze as deep and still as an ancient well.

The previous dialogue was not deliberately concealed by the two, so he heard every word.

The conclusion drawn was simple, yet chilling.

Because Frida’s Schizophrenia might not be a disease!

But rather, man-made.

"Xingye, what do you think?"

The Think Tank looked up at the boy.

Su Youxia’s gaze also became profound, knowing this was Mr. San of the Ether Association, an extremely rare individual with a transcendent profile talent, and his judgment was undoubtedly crucial.

Gu Jianlin was silent for a moment.

"Since only patients with Frida’s Schizophrenia can carry the genes of the Ancient God Clan, everyone here has a common trait, which is an extremely fine incision on their foreheads. These people have undergone surgery, which turned them into patients of this strange illness."

He strode back to the mortuary and looked down at the corpse: "And before that, they should have been healthy. Rather than a disease, it’s more like a special life characteristic required by the experiment. That surgery transformed these people, but it couldn’t perfectly replicate this life characteristic onto them."

"Therefore, these people are not Pseudo Ancestors. Instead, they have become vessels for the Ancient God Clan, blood-soaked Petri dishes."

He murmured, "I don’t know if this was intentional or the result of an experiment gone wrong. In any case, Frida’s Schizophrenia is not that simple. How could there be a disease in this world that just happens to allow humans to carry Ancient God genes? I am more inclined to believe that this disease itself is an experiment. Of course, it’s also possible that someone accidentally discovered this special disease and madly replicated it onto others."

"Hmm, makes sense."

Su Youxia couldn’t help but admire the boy’s meticulous thought process.

In less than a minute, he had already sorted out a clear thread.

Clap clap clap!

The Think Tank couldn’t help but applaud and praised loudly, "Good! An excellent analysis. So our Dark World also has such talents, completely on par with Mr. San!"

Gu Jianlin gave this guy a deep look, feeling more and more wary inside.

But now he didn’t care if his identity had been discovered by this sinister old man.

He had more important things to confirm.

He hesitated for a moment, hiding his right hand in his pocket, and took out his phone from the Qilin Wedge.

It was a new phone Captain Lu had bought him, used since the Black Cloud City incident.

Back then, Tang Ling had taken a photo with him in the palace at the Sea of Eternal Life.

It was their only photo together.

Afterward, Tang Ling sent this photo to his phone.

Gu Jianlin turned to the corner and brought out that photo.

In the photo, the black-haired boy and the white-haired girl stood close like a couple. Their faces were illuminated by the warm bonfire, with a dark and ancient hall behind them. The boy had no expression, and the girl’s forehead fringe fluttered, cool and peerless.

Zoom in, then zoom again.

These two simple actions almost drained all his strength.

The photo was very clear, and just by zooming twice, he could see the girl’s forehead. At that moment, the chilling coldness crept up his spinal cord to the back of his head, almost freezing all the blood in his body.

Because there was also this incision on Tang Ling’s forehead.

Extremely fine, almost negligible.

This is the issue; the Holy Light Skill of the Priest can easily heal external wounds.

Even scars wouldn’t remain.

So, in a Transcendent battle, no matter how fierce, no one would be covered with scars, unless they can retain them.

Gu Jianlin had been intimate with that white-haired girl in dreams, familiar with her snow-white, unclothed body, as he had seen and touched it many times, leaving a very deep impression.

Especially her skin, like white jade, flawless and unblemished.

A person like Tang Ling, who has a cleanliness obsession, wouldn’t allow herself to have scars.

If that’s the case, why does she have such a fine scar on her forehead?

Most likely because it can’t be removed.

Just like these experimental subjects, why haven’t the masterminds erased this feature?

It’s not that they don’t want to, but they can’t.

You can use a bigger trauma to cover this scar, or hide it with something.

But no matter what you do, it’s covering your ears while stealing a bell, making it even more noticeable.

"Not a congenital disease."

Gu Jianlin stepped back half a step, murmuring in his heart, "This is manmade. Who used her for the experiment? The Ether Association didn’t consider her an experimental subject. The reason why the President sent her to the Heavenly Destiny Pavilion was to save them. The coordinates left to me by Tang Zijing before his death might be to tell me this and more truths."

The pain Tang Ling endured.

And those joys and sorrows.

All have their reasons.

Even she herself didn’t know about this matter.

The mystery in the Sea of Eternal Life was finally answered on Yingzhou Island.

With a snap, the light on the thirty-second floor suddenly illuminated the darkness.

The circuit was connected, and the giant projection screen lit up.

Su Youxia raised her gun cautiously, saying in a low voice, "Be careful, someone is watching us."

"Heh, it should be the person who awakened the experimental subjects, right?"

The Think Tank rubbed his hands, "I’m quite looking forward to it."

Gu Jianlin also heard it, the numb and stiff footsteps echoing in the safety passage.

He looked up, staring at the projection screen, his eyes seeming to surge with molten lava.

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