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Chapter 217 Under the Shadow of the Tower

Night was fading, and a sickly gray-white hue settled on the horizon. Su Wanqing lay sprawled on the edge of the dilapidated top floor of an office building, chunks of cement digging into her elbows.

She raised her binoculars, aiming the lens at the towering signal tower in the distance.

At the base of the tower was a heavily fortified military restricted area. At least two squads were conducting cross-patrols around the base, the soldiers fully encased in heavy biohazard suits, their rifles' thermal imagers flashing a ghostly red in the morning light.

Their movements are precise and mechanical; no living thing that tries to get close can escape their scans.

Even more troublesome than the military were another group of people. On the outer perimeter of the military's defenses, in the shadows cast by collapsed buildings and abandoned vehicles, lurked figures in black uniforms.

They were members of the Dawn Organization. These people did not have fixed patrol routes; instead, like predatory beasts, they occupied key observation points, silently monitoring the military's movements and any potential intruders.

The two forces do not interfere with each other, yet together they form an invisible network.

Su Wanqing put down her binoculars and unfolded the hand-drawn map she had found at the pharmacy.

The safe routes marked on the map have become a joke under the double blockade.

How is she supposed to get in?

Just as she was pondering and trying to devise a new breakthrough path in her mind, the core container in her arms suddenly began to vibrate violently.

A burning sensation emanated from the core, and the pale purple light shone through the clothes, instantly becoming exceptionally bright.

She felt a strong wave of dizziness, and the air around her seemed to distort and ripple like boiling water.

The scene before me blurred, then reformed once more. The world hadn't changed, but this office building and the distant cell tower seemed to freeze in that moment.

The patrolling soldiers maintained their raised leg positions, a bird in the distance froze in mid-air, and even the dust floating in the air stopped.

Everything was frozen in time.

Her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the top of the signal tower. There, an entrance that would never normally be visible appeared out of nowhere.

It was a circular opening, surrounded by a blue halo with patterns that were exactly the same as the jade bracelet on her wrist.

This state of stillness lasted only about thirty seconds, after which the world returned to normal.

The soldiers continued their patrol, and birds flew across the sky as if nothing had happened.

The entrance at the top of the tower has also vanished without a trace.

Su Wanqing understood; that was the real entrance.

She put away the map, turned around to leave the rooftop, but stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

In the shadows below stood a person, also dressed in the black uniform of the Dawn Organization.

It was a young woman; the other party did not raise a gun or sound any alarm.

When the woman saw Su Wanqing stop, she raised her hand and quickly made a set of simple sign language gestures.

Su Wanqing understood the gist of it: "Ta is not the person you think he is."

He's using you to open the door to reincarnation.

After gesturing, the woman took a black storage device the size of a matchbox from her waist and threw it forcefully towards Su Wanqing's feet.

The device bounced twice on the ground, making a slight sound. When Su Wanqing looked up again, the woman codenamed "Sparrow" had already disappeared into the shadows of the building like a ghost. She picked up the storage device, but instead of checking it immediately, she followed the instructions on the map for another alternative route and found an inconspicuous sewer entrance.

The internal divisions within the Dawn organization might be an opportunity for her, but for now, she must first break free from external surveillance.

As she unscrewed the heavy manhole cover, a stench assaulted her nostrils. Without hesitation, she climbed down the rusty iron ladder.

In the darkness, she connected the storage device to the jade bracelet's interface.

An encrypted video was forcibly cracked, and the image popped up.

The scene is a blurry laboratory. A voice sounds, similar to "Night," but younger and less emotional: "S-7 prototype connection successful. Memory transfer begins. This will be the perfect vessel... The next stage requires activating the time anchor..." The scene abruptly stops after violent shaking, finally settling on a clear Orion Project logo.

"Night," or rather Wayne, had a much deeper connection to Project Orion than she had imagined.

She turned off the video and continued walking through the sewers. The waist-deep sewage was icy cold, making every step extremely difficult.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she stopped. The wall in front of her was covered with a strange mutant.

They have no eyes or limbs, and are like living, flesh-colored Braille reliefs, quietly affixed to the wall, swaying slightly with the flow of water.

Su Wanqing recalled the description of this creature in the information; they were extremely sensitive to sound.

She accidentally kicked a rock underwater, making a slight sound.

Instantly, all the "reliefs" on the wall stopped shaking and turned in her direction.

She immediately held her breath, not daring to move an inch. She could feel countless invisible senses scanning her, and any extra movement could invite a fatal attack.

Time passed second by second, and the cold sewage continued to drain her strength. Her muscles began to ache and tremble due to prolonged stiffness.

Several times she felt she was about to collapse in the stinking sewage, unable to hold on any longer.

She could only grit her teeth and focus all her attention on maintaining her balance.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe an hour, maybe longer.

The mutants on the wall seemed to confirm that the threat had disappeared and resumed their slow, rhythmic shaking.

Their activity cycle had ended. Only then did Su Wanqing dare to slowly and gradually move her feet past them.

Following the map's directions, she climbed out through an upward exit.

This was already the basement area of ​​the signal tower. However, the joy was short-lived.

She discovered that all the doors leading to the upper floors were sealed from the outside with heavy alloy, without even a crack.

Was this another dead end? Just as she was feeling hopeless, an inconspicuous maintenance panel in the corner caught her attention.

The metal plate was almost the same color as the surrounding walls, but a tiny symbol was engraved on it with something sharp.

The moment Su Wan saw that symbol,
Qing's breath hitched. It was a corner of a seven-pointed star pattern, exactly the same as the mark she had seen in her shattered dream.

She stepped forward and, relying on her intuition, pressed down hard on the panel. There was no password, no lock, and the metal plate clicked open.

Inside was not a complex circuit, but a dark, narrow passage that went vertically upwards, barely wide enough for one person to pass through.

An old-fashioned manual elevator shaft, a secret passage deliberately left untouched.