Rhodes Island does not exist.

On the thirteenth day, I put the food in to test its preservation ability and then forgot about it. Now I've found it again, but I don't recognize it anymore.

[By the way, I put in a half-eaten can of fish.]

What I'm facing now is basically half a dead fish, still bleeding. Does this mean this aquarium has the ability to recreate things?

This time, he looked back and caught this information.

Regardless of what happened to the fish afterward, the key question here is how Warfarin was able to accurately estimate the time in a place where the sun, moon, and stars are invisible.

That's right, that's the key point.

Thinking of this, the professor couldn't help but flip through the diary a few more pages, until he reached the first page covered by the cover.

Day 12

I found an empty notebook in this room full of empty boxes, so I'll use it for taking notes.

Appendix:

Luckily, I remembered what day it was when I arrived here, otherwise I would have to start from day one.

Then the text ended.

As for the doctor, when he watches this part again now, he only feels a sense of incongruity.

Because in Warfarin's record, she used a rather obvious word.

first day.

What do you mean by, "Luckily, I still remember what day it is, otherwise I would have to start from day one"?

This sentence contains two pieces of information.

The first is what I just mentioned, "the first day," and the second is—she remembers how long she has been here, and she also remembers when she arrived.

The first message means that this is her first time in this room.

So where was she before that? How did she live for the previous eleven days?

The second piece of information means that when she appeared on Rhodes Island, she understood exactly what had happened to her.

At least, she understood some of the current situation.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to record these things on her own initiative.

"As expected of Mr. Blood." The doctor shook his head and chuckled. "These things that were once etched deep in your memory have not been forgotten even now that you're here."

"Looks like this place isn't all that great at erasing memories." The doctor looked up at the ceiling and chuckled.

"However, regarding Warfarin, I think it's better if I'm not as strict as before." The Doctor recalled the time when he and Kal'tsit scolded Warfarin together.

As mentioned before, while Warfarin is not a quack, she always pushes the boundaries of her own practice and social morality when seeking new knowledge.

The Doctor even had reason to suspect that if he and Kal'tsit hadn't been holding Warfarin back, Rhodes Island might have already developed cloning technology by now.

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Chapter 275, Chapter 273: Hearing the Voice of the Liver

Time passed minute by minute.

The doctor stared at the piles of body parts in the vats, observing their changes.

He always felt that Warfarin couldn't possibly perceive the passage of time solely through physical sensation.

In a place without the sun, moon, stars, or timers, understanding time is actually quite difficult.

After all, the scale of time was given by humankind.

Humans defined the length of a second, a minute, and an hour, and then inscribed these lengths on all sorts of tools, thus making time their slave.

However, here, time is free.

Because without reference points and scales, nothing can bind time.

Unless Warfarin actually found something on Rhodes Island that could be used for timing.

“Some of the flesh and blood have begun to regenerate, and you can even see their original form.” The doctor’s gaze moved over the rotting and blurred skin, and he keenly noticed the changes.

"Although the effects have begun to appear, only one hour, fifty-eight minutes, and thirty-two seconds have actually elapsed."

The Doctor muttered to himself.

For him, tracking the passage of time is not a difficult task.

After all, he was still the doctor from Rhodes Island. He had neither lost his memory nor his powers, so replicating his past actions was a piece of cake for him.

In any case, the PRTS that governs Rhodes Island is a part of him, and during the days when he was connected with the PRTS, he also mastered some ways of thinking that only machines can learn, one of which is the mental timekeeping he is currently using.

Therefore, Rhodes Island's current situation, which lacks a time scale, cannot affect him in any way.

Because he inherently possesses the ability to perceive the time scale.

"Two hours... it can be restored to this extent in two hours, what about four hours? Eight hours?" The doctor's eyes, hidden under his hood, revealed anticipation.

So he chose to stand still and continue to observe, hoping to wait for Warfarin to return.

Another hour passed.

Warfarin did not return.

But it doesn't matter.

Because the doctor has already witnessed entirely new possibilities in this bio-tank.

"This restoration efficiency... three or four days? That's ridiculous."

Recalling the contents of Warfarin's diary, the Doctor could only laugh at this moment.

"Gudu."

In the scalding, viscous bubbles, the previously festering pieces of flesh have been given a new lease on life.

Although their shapes are still scattered like fragments, their appearance has basically returned to normal, and it is even possible to clearly distinguish which part they belonged to before.

"Four hours exactly."

The doctor mentally set a timer.

It only took four hours from when it put the body parts into the biological tank until they were roughly restored to their original shape.

"But let's be kinder to that monster. Let's not rush to take them out and restore more of them." The doctor couldn't help but smile as he thought of the strange creature on the fourth floor that had become docile again.

To him, although the monster was ugly in appearance and its appearance was terrifying, since it was willing to obey his orders, he had no reason to treat it too badly.

Another hour passed.

Five hours after the body parts were placed in the biological tank, they finally looked much more complete.

"Consider these five hours as the time spent preparing its food." The doctor reached out and picked up a piece that looked like a liver, then weighed it in his hand.

The heaviness and solidity were incomparable to the original body parts.

Without a doubt, the piece of meat in the doctor's hand is now close to being fresh, both in appearance and in its internal state.

"This is truly amazing technology." Feeling the weight in his hand, the eyes of the bio-tank on the doctor's head unconsciously added a touch of admiration. "If Warfarin can figure it out, maybe she really can come up with something."

He gradually came to understand Warfarin.

To be honest, if such biotechnology were presented to him, he would choose it without hesitation.

Although reversing life is tantamount to blasphemy against life, and is demonic knowledge that needs to be completely erased and buried, if such knowledge were to fall into one's own hands one day, then whether to take it or leave it, it would still require some mental struggle to make a decision.

"In short, let's see if there are any containers that can hold all the processed meat, otherwise it will be too much trouble to carry it up to the fourth floor piece by piece."

The doctor glanced at the liver in his hand and pondered for a moment, almost to himself.

however.

No?

I searched everywhere but couldn't find it.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that there's no other furniture in this place besides these biological tanks.

"Could it be that Warfarin wrote her diary while lying on the floor...?" The doctor couldn't help but make a reasonable and casual guess.

However, now that they have found nothing here, there is no point in talking about it anymore. The doctor quickly put his mind to it, sighed, put the pickaxe on the ground, and picked up a large piece of carcass from the bio-tank with his other hand.

"We'll still have to rely on manual transport," the doctor shook his head. "But so be it."

Anyway, he knew the way from the tenth floor to the fourth floor by heart. It would just take some effort, but it probably wouldn't be too tiring.

So they did it without hesitation.

The doctor, carrying two pieces of meat, hurried up to the fourth floor and looked just like a housewife who had just returned from the market, exuding the vibrancy of everyday life.

If this scene were to occur in a normal Rhodes Island cafeteria, it would probably evoke a sense of warmth and tranquility.

Unfortunately, neither of these two words really applies to this context, so it's a shame.

"Tick."

The doctor was quick on his feet, and in less than a minute he passed through two floors and arrived at the lobby on the eighth floor. As he brushed past the beds where he had just finished planting, he felt a little comforted by the existence of this room.

"Tick."

For some reason, he had been hearing a sound like water droplets hitting the ground ever since he started talking.

Is there a leak somewhere on Rhodes Island?

No, this place probably doesn't need water pipes or anything like that.

So, where did this sound come from?

"Tick."

Following the sound, the doctor's gaze fell on his own hands.

Chapter 276, Part 274: The Pioneers

"Tick."

The doctor heard the sound of rain.

Although the sound was perhaps closer to the awful timbre of melted ice cream hitting the ground than rain.

But no matter what, it's not a good thing.

Especially when the doctor was holding a piece of meat in each hand.

"hiss."

The doctor's gaze shifted downwards.

His eyes were fixed on the piece of meat in his hand—even though it might no longer be a piece of meat.

"What on earth is this...?"

The once firm and thick chunks of bright red flesh were now inexplicably stained with a sickly black and gray. As the black and gray continued to expand, spots representing decay began to appear on the surface, causing the originally uniform tissue structure to soften and rot, dripping onto the ground in clumps like mud.

This is the source of the sound of rain.

Moreover, the area affected by the rain was expanding, turning from a light drizzle into a torrential downpour.

"Something's not right, something's not right with this aquarium."

Realizing the changes that had occurred to the two pieces of meat in his hands, the doctor immediately turned around alertly and headed back towards the tenth floor.

He had to temporarily abandon his previous feeding plans—after all, the meat that was originally intended as animal feed had become so bad that it was no longer suitable for feeding.

Moreover, he is now facing something far more important than feeding him.

"Tick, tick, tick."

The sound of raindrops falling became more and more frequent.

The piece of meat in the doctor's hand was rapidly rotting and decomposing, gradually turning into minced meat. Behind the doctor as he hurried away, a pool of swamp filled with putrid liquid was left behind.

"The rate of decomposition is too fast. This won't do. At this rate, they'll rot before we even get back to the room." Looking at the two pieces of meat in his hand, which were now only half intact, the doctor couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Of course, he wasn't worried that the scattered tissues would contaminate Rhodes Island's land; he was just concerned that if they all fell to the ground, it would be difficult to recover them later if he wanted to conduct experiments using the fragments.

With that thought in mind, the professor quickened his pace and hurried toward the tenth floor.