From the end of the world

Chapter 168 Girl Lu Chan 2
The shock I got from Chen Long reading out the name "Lu Chan" to the girl with a schoolgirl temperament was even greater than when I found out that the place I was teleported to was this kind of horror game venue.

Who did he call "Lu Chan" just now? Was it really that girl, or someone around that girl? Unfortunately, Lu Youxun was not nearby, and everyone's eyes were focused on that girl as Chen Long spoke. Now I really don't want to admit it, but I have to admit it. People here seem to think that girl is Lu Chan.

The Lu Chan in my memory is clearly a male, absolutely not a female, and a young girl at that.

However, if I have to speculate based on the premise that what is happening before my eyes is a fact, then I can only speculate whether Lu Youxun had his biological sex changed by the researchers during the cruel human experiments of the Humanitarian Department, and also underwent very delicate plastic surgery from head to toe... No, this time period should be when Lu Youxun was just captured by the Humanitarian Department.

That is to say, Lu Youxun was originally a young girl, but was changed and transformed into a young man by the Humanitarian Department? That shouldn't be the case. Zhu Shi knew Lu Youxun before he was caught by the Humanitarian Department. He should know the truth, but he never told me such a thing, let alone showed a strange attitude in front of Lu Youxun.

Or was Zhu Shi deliberately pretending to be communicating naturally out of consideration for Lu Youxun's face and emotions? No, my mind was in a mess, so it was better not to think too much about it for now.

I suddenly wanted to teleport myself back to the Luoshan office to ask Zhu Shi and Lu Youxun what the truth was, but I had to be patient and concentrate on observing the developments in front of me.

For the sake of convenience, from now on I will continue to refer to the Lu Youxun I know as "Lu Youxun", and the girl in front of me as "Girl Lu Chan".

"You traitor, you finally realized and looked over here?"

The strange man looked at Chen Long and sneered.

The young girl Lu Chan finally spoke. Her voice was also quite young, revealing a bit of immaturity, but her tone was quite mature: "There is no need to talk to him. He has already been brainwashed by the silver mask."

"I've said it many times, I haven't been brainwashed, this is all my own choice." Chen Long said lightly.

"You betrayed your friends, your colleagues, your organization... you even betrayed your family and your master, and joined a crazy organization that treats us demon hunters as guinea pigs, uses any means necessary, has no conscience, and hides in the dark all day long..." The girl Lu Chan looked at the other party in frustration, "Tell me, if a demon hunter like you with a kind heart and passion does something like this, what else could it be if it's not because you were forcibly enslaved by the silver mask over there?"

"It's because you can't even see this kind of thing clearly that you are tied up there now, Lu Chan." Chen Long answered the question irrelevantly.

I was also very concerned about whether he was brainwashed, and observed him carefully. Unfortunately, the real world is not anime or comics, and brainwashed people will not use obvious signs such as "no highlights in the eyes" to reveal their mental state.

At the same time, I also used thermal sensing to detect. When I used him at the Great Perfection level as the target, my thermal sensing could hardly penetrate his body; but if it was really two years ago, he should be at the Perfection level, and thermal sensing could detect him.

Then, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

His body seemed to be protected by a powerful magic power, and my heat perception could not penetrate. At the same time, he suddenly frowned and looked around suspiciously. I reflexively withdrew my perception.

Seeing Chen Long's suspicious behavior, Dr. Silver Mask asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"…It's nothing, I just feel the wound hurts, as if someone touched it." Chen Long said.

"You must have sustained burns while on a mission outside before." Doctor Silver Mask understood.

"Yes. Although the previous flame ability user didn't understand soul attacks at all, the flames he released seemed to have soul attributes. My soul was slightly affected and it still hurts now." Chen Long touched his right arm.

"That's because you never use the Shadow Suit at the beginning," said Dr. Silver Mask.

"If you always rely on that kind of thing, your skills will deteriorate." Chen Long said.

"It's because you have this kind of thought that you get hurt. No matter how powerful your special move is, if you don't use it in time, it's the same as having nothing."

Dr. Silver Mask shook his head first, then said to the "jailers": "Send these people to the usual rooms. As for this child... lock him up there temporarily, but don't hurt him."

After saying that, he left with Chen Long and three other researchers.

The cross that bound us began to move forward again, and the "jailers" surrounded us and accompanied us.

I analyzed the results I just perceived, as well as the conversation between Chen Long and Doctor Silver Mask.

Although it is different from what I first speculated, Chen Long is now undoubtedly at the "Great Perfection Level". He has shown the same anti-perception power as the last time he fought me. And the "previous flame ability user" he mentioned to Dr. Silver Mask is undoubtedly me, and his wounds are caused by my flames. Isn't this the time period two years ago? But why does the strange man act as if Chen Long has just betrayed Luo Shan and Lu Youxun, and what about the girl Lu Chan who seems to have just been captured by the Humanitarian Department?

Not long after, we, the test subjects, were escorted to the designated place of imprisonment. It was still a corridor, and the "jailers" took out iron keys, opened the iron doors on both sides, and pushed the crosses that bound the test subjects inside one by one.

I could also see the room behind the iron door. It looked like an interrogation room, filled with all kinds of torture props stained with rancid blood, from rusty saw blades to torture chairs covered with spikes. There was even the "Iron Maiden" that I had only seen in books before.

Some rooms were empty, while others were filled with experimental subjects and "researchers" - the latter were called researchers simply because they were wearing green surgical gowns and caps. Each of them was sturdy and fat, with a blue mask covering their blue and rotten faces, and holding bloody torture tools in their hands.

The "jail guards" first walked into the bloody and smelly room, and then dragged out the remains of the experimental subjects that had been tortured to the point of being unrecognizable. From time to time, the sound of human howling and wailing could be heard in the distance.

The demon hunters tied to the crosses looked extremely ugly.

Some of the "jailers" chatted with the researchers next to them: "How is the experiment going? Is it going well?"

"It's not going well. We are still in the trial and error stage and we don't know when we can get results." The researcher replied casually, "Let's go have lunch first and come back later. I'll leave this to you."

The researchers who came out from behind those iron doors left for the time being.

I just felt that everything that happened here was so incomprehensible. Experiment? Trial and error? Results? Their conversation gave me the feeling that a group of lunatics who occupied a mental hospital were playing human experiment games. What is the connection between the torture props in the room and scientific experiments? Is torturing the demon hunter the experiment they want to do?
I have heard that in the barbaric and ignorant period of human civilization, medicine was once like bloody torture, but this is not ancient times. Even if the scientific research on demon hunters and strange powers is bound to be very different from ordinary science, and may even appear to be heretical, it shouldn't be so crude and crazy, right?

Perhaps I need to re-evaluate my situation. When everyone around me seems to be insane, maybe the one who is truly insane is not the people around me, but myself.

Could it be that there is some kind of anomaly on my end? I am not kidding, I am seriously exploring this question.

While I was thinking, the cross I was standing on was pushed behind one of the iron doors, and then the iron door closed and there was a sound of it being locked.

There was no light in the room, and the floor was still like countless overlapping wire meshes, with the gaps between them faintly revealing the flames and heat of lava. If you listen carefully, you can also hear noises that are reminiscent of an ironworks.

Through the dim firelight, one can vaguely see the countless torture props hanging inside the room. Occasionally, one can hear the creepy sound of blood plasma dripping from the props to the floor. The half-baked lighting makes one feel creepy.

I have to decide what to do next.

Firstly, I am not good at sneaking inside the enemy base; secondly, I lack the direction and clues necessary for the activity. After thinking about it, it is better to take action first than to get stuck in a dead end here. It doesn't matter if someone finds me running away, the worst that can happen is that they will just kill me.

Just as I was about to break free from the cross, I heard the sound of a key unlocking the iron door. I stopped moving and waited quietly for the changes.

The iron door opened from the outside, and a researcher wearing a green surgical gown and covered in blood walked in.

He held a writing board under his left arm, with a few dirty papers on it.

"We meet again."

After closing the iron door casually, he turned around and made a sound that sounded familiar.

"Are you the senior researcher who spoke to the silver-masked doctor before?" I judged.

"Oh? You are good at recognizing people. You can remember me even when I am wearing a mask." The senior researcher said in a cold voice, "But now, I want to ask you a question."

He walked up to me, picked up the writing board and looked at the information on it.

"Zhuang Cheng, male, 12 years old, lives in Xianshui City, and attends Xianshui City Xincheng District Experimental Middle School..."

He read out my information seriously, which did not match my name, gender, and city of residence. Finally, he said in a threatening tone: "... This is you, right?"

(End of this chapter)