amaotonovel Chapter 654: Start the damn lullaby
Chapter 654: Start the damn lullaby
The pure white metal wall is bright enough to serve as a mirror. Several scientific researchers wearing sterile white coats and transparent bubble masks move as orderly as precision robots set on an assembly line, sliding silently in front of the holographic operating table.
On the huge screen, a cascade of data streams and energy maps flashed down, their complexity comparable to a drunken heavenly book. Several split screens were particularly eye-catching—
One screen was broadcasting a high-definition video of the moment she had just "seen" the mother stuffing her baby into the ventilation duct and then being swept away by the hideous tentacles!
On the other screen, there was the "physical condition report" of Su Mohui, who was lying dead in the Netherworld at the moment. Next to it was a close-up - the wound on her heart, covered with a pink film and resembling a crack in inferior porcelain, was so high-definition that even the lines of energy flow were clearly visible!
An old professor with a shiny "Mediterranean" head and only a few remaining gray hairs standing stubbornly (it is obvious that he is in the late stage of stress hair loss), his eyes behind the lenses are as sharp as a scalpel.
He was irritably clicking on a split screen—the tragic scene of the baby being stuffed in—and growling into the communicator, his voice filtered by the mask like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other:
"Emergency report! Observation point 'Broken Tank No. 7' alert! Sample Area D, 'Sacrifice-Inheritance' emotions are peaking! The associated 'anchor point' Su Mohui (the salted fish in the tank) is experiencing abnormal fluctuations in consciousness! Abnormal! I repeat, she's not collapsing, it's like... she's sitting up in shock from a dying illness? A last-ditch moment of life?!"
The old professor scratched at his remaining hair in frustration, nearly tearing the wig off. "The recorder's body is temporarily stable, but the stability of this 'broken tank' is alarming! Damn! What on earth did she see in that damn tank?! How could it be so exciting?!"
Another younger researcher was staring intently at a split screen—a screen displaying various data values of Su Mohui's body. He suddenly spoke with a hint of subtle nervousness:
"Professor! The energy in Su Mohui's spirit seal (pink mark) is decaying at an accelerated rate! The fragment of 'Origin' in her body is reacting violently!"
"At this rate, she'll be torn apart by the backlash before the 'Urobuchi Final Battle' plan is even activated! Should we... activate the 'Lullaby' protocol left by Dean Feng? Force her into a deep sleep?"
The old professor's wrinkled face twitched violently, his eyes fixed on the seal on Su Mohui's heart on the screen, which was constantly flickering and began to ooze hideous blood in pink. He then looked at the recorder who was still lying dead in the oxygen chamber.
His wrinkled face twitched, perhaps remembering the straw that broke the camel's back, or the fact that his bonus for the month was definitely gone. Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and slammed his fist on the cold console!
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and a few drops of suspicious brown liquid splashed out of the cup on his table.
"Start a fucking lullaby!" The old professor's voice was so suppressed it sounded like he had crawled out of hell, with a desperate ruthlessness. "That thing is just patching a balloon that's about to explode! If the patch breaks, the balloon will explode even more! It's basically a requiem for someone to die!"
He practically roared into the communicator, "Give death orders to those slacking guys in the cylinder maintenance team! Weld the observation port of 'Cylinder Number Seven' shut with steel nails! Turn up the volume on that thing 'she' saw inside! Turn it up as high as it can go! Turn it up to the max! Push the resonance of 'Origin'... into the tank! Squeeze it out!"
After shouting this, a rare trace of fatigue and... despair flashed across his bloodshot eyes. His voice lowered, as if he was talking to himself: "Whether the pressure cooker of 'Urobuchi Final Battle' can withstand it... depends on this tremor... We... really don't have time to train another 'Su Mohui'."
At that moment, inside the oxygen chamber, the recorder, who had been suspended motionless, trembled slightly with her tightly closed eyelids! Then, a stray strand of hair unconsciously brushed against a tube connected to her temple.
"For the first time..." An extremely weak female voice, as if coming from the depths of the underworld, but also as if it was ringing directly in the core of Su Mohui's consciousness, was filled with endless fatigue and a trace of indescribable compassion.
"...This is the final replay. Su Mohui...don't sleep...go...tear it open..."
This voice... is the recorder?! She... is awake?! And... is she helping me?!
Upon realizing this, Su Mohui's consciousness stood still as if struck by lightning (or in some corner of the higher-dimensional world)!
The mother's eyes, the bloody words on the swaddling clothes, the desperate roar of the old professor, the nervous proposal of the young researcher, and the recorder's weak but soul-piercing call...in an instant they melted into a red-hot key in her confused consciousness!
"Tear it apart!"
For those struggling idiots!
For that old guy pounding his fist at the console!
For the recorder’s words “Don’t sleep”!
"Okay! I'll wake up... and show you!"
The consciousness body roared silently, with a madness that burned everything! She no longer "rammed" the tank wall, but instead used all the ignited power, along with the countless despair and heavy hopes that poured in, as a bomb, fiercely and precisely "detonating" it at the junction of the "tank wall" and the gap!
B——O——O——M——! ! ! ! !
A loud noise emanated from the depths of my consciousness, like the Milky Way exploding in my head! The accompanying excruciating pain was worse than being pulled from my mother's womb and then shoved back in a hundred times! It felt like my entire consciousness was being slashed by countless razors!
But in this soul-tearing abyss of pain—
A faint but extremely real light belonging to the "outside" and... Yu Wenjin's violent dragon roar, Su Yu'an's anxious shouting, and a bunch of powerful auras that squeezed in... penetrated the "tank wall" that was beginning to crack and poured in with incredible clarity!
"Ka-ka-ka-"
That was the wonderful sound of the cage beginning to shatter!
But this noisy sound of hope lasted less than three seconds, like a radio with its power cut off, it suddenly stopped! Her eyes were once again swallowed by the boundless, dead darkness...
"The experimental subject collapsed! Quick! Call in Dean Feng!" The old professor's voice was short and sharp, revealing unprecedented panic.
Su Mohui, however, could no longer feel the pain—she clearly felt her consciousness disintegrating, her soul rapidly dissipating, like a sand castle being carried away by the tide—
Not reconciled!
In the cold, silent darkness, a faint yet remarkably clear sound suddenly rang out—it was her own heartbeat! Steady, powerful, with a tenacious, almost regular pulsation!
Boom...boom...boom...
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