Chapter 742: Who is the Voyeur?
Xia Na was just about to put the notebook back when she sensed Ling Mo’s signal, causing her hand to pause for a moment.
She let out a small “hmm,” then glanced around before tucking the notebook into her backpack behind her. She muttered, “Who wants to be your bookshelf anyway…”
“Hey! Don’t just take it so casually!” Ling Mo was first startled, then regained his composure. The notebook was placed in such a dark corner that it was clearly not important, likely even forgotten by the researcher. Taking it wouldn’t be noticed anytime soon.
Ling Mo chuckled awkwardly; in this regard, he was indeed no match for Xia Na…
After taking the notebook, Xia Na turned her gaze to the desk, then decisively walked over and pulled open the drawer, quickly rifling through it.
Ling Mo was completely shocked. This girl could really infer from one thing to another… It was quite heartening…
Unfortunately, besides some miscellaneous items, there was nothing of value in the drawer.
Feeling slightly disappointed, Xia Na restored everything to its original state, only to find Ye Lian curiously watching her from the side.
“Ye Lian?”
“What… what are you doing?” Ye Lian asked, puzzled.
Xia Na thought for a moment but didn’t answer. Instead, she suddenly smiled mischievously.
Her gaze swept over Ye Lian a couple of times before she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
This expression clearly made Ye Lian a bit unsure of what to do. She instinctively turned around to look behind her, only to find a dark shadow suddenly pouncing towards her from the front.
Taking advantage of Ye Lian’s distraction, Xia Na rushed up to her, then raised her right hand and placed it directly on Ye Lian’s ample breast.
The sensation was extremely elastic, causing the breast to jiggle slightly.
Ye Lian turned her head back in shock, staring blankly at the close-up Xia Na, then looked down at Xia Na’s misplaced hand.
Ling Mo was stunned too, though not by Xia Na’s actions but by the visual impact…
“This is a bonus for the voyeur,” Xia Na said with a sly smile.
“Right to my heart… Wait, who’s the voyeur!” Ling Mo shouted angrily.
Seeing that Ye Lian and the others were being cautious enough, Ling Mo felt significantly more at ease. He shifted his perspective back to the Zombie Puppet within the Experimental Group.
The Zombie Puppet, standing motionless like a creepy version of a robot that had suddenly lost power, stared blankly ahead with its blood-red eyes, maintaining a raised hand posture. The master ball in its palm was spinning rapidly, like a semi-circular spinning top. When Ling Mo diverted his attention, he relaxed his control over it, and it seemed to amuse itself quite well.
As Ling Mo refocused on the Zombie Puppet, the eyes, which had remained wide open, suddenly blinked, and its stiff body began to move.
“Click, click…”
With the sound of bones cracking, the Zombie Puppet’s head slowly tilted upward, looking at the Ceiling.
The cross-referencing of the two sets of Notes gave Ling Mo a vague idea about the identity of that Researcher…
The staircase leading to the Sixth Floor was pitch black, with only the metal sheathing on the edges of the steps reflecting very faint light.
“Think about it, where could you possibly have lost it?” A conversation approached the stairway, with one person asking.
“How would I know? I used it to lock the door when I left. This is really unlucky…” the other person replied with a frustrated tone.
However, as they passed the staircase, the one who had asked the question earlier halted and suspiciously looked upward.
The other person took a couple more steps forward and, noticing that their companion hadn’t followed, impatiently turned around and asked, “What’s the matter?”
The person glared at the darkened stairway for a few moments, then shook their head. “Nothing, maybe I’m just not feeling well today.”
The other person also looked up at the stairs, then frowned and said, “You’ve been smoking too much! I’ve already lost the keys, let’s not make the Deputy Team Leader angry…”
“The Deputy Team Leader is here today?”
“Who knows… if he’s not, better not provoke him…”
As their conversation faded into the distance, two Red Glimmers suddenly lit up at the corner of the Sixth Floor stairway…
“Creak…”
The metal sheeting clanged softly underfoot as a twisted figure slowly approached the Experimental Group’s Sixth Floor in the darkness.
Unlike the other five floors, there was no Corridor here. Instead, there was a security door left ajar at the stairway entrance. Through the narrow gap, it seemed completely dark inside.
“Creak…”
A hand with grotesquely long nails and deformed fingers grasped the door handle and slowly pulled it open. Immediately, a foul stench wafted out, different from the usual Laboratory odors. In addition to the disinfectant smell, there was a strong hint of decaying meat.
As the shadowy figure slipped inside, the door gradually returned to its original position. After a brief pause, it suddenly shut with a click.
Ling Mo silently locked the door from the inside, his red eyes scanning the surroundings.
This floor was clearly different from the ones below, with wooden boards nailed over the windows, making it a completely enclosed space.
No wonder there was no light; an ordinary person walking in would be plunged into complete darkness.
Ling Mo glanced around, surprised to see that many of the doors were ajar, a stark contrast to the tightly secured floors below.
“Plop!”
While surveying the Corridor, Ling Mo tossed the master ball.
The master ball bounced once on the ground before sticking to the Ceiling, quickly crawling along one side of the Corridor, while Ling Mo, after observing for a moment, began to walk slowly along the other side.
The architectural structure here differed from the lower floors as well. Many rooms had both front and rear windows. Through the blurry glass, Ling Mo could even vaguely see the rooms at the back.
He quickly passed by an open door and peeked inside. The floor was littered with all sorts of papers, and books were piled against the walls. The room’s sole piece of furniture was a file cabinet, currently open with a few scattered documents inside; most of them, however, lay on the floor.
The Zombie Puppet blinked and picked up a piece of paper lying by the door.
“What kind of textbook… something about biology?” Ling Mo mumbled in confusion before gently putting the paper back. He wasn’t expecting to find the Experimental Report so quickly, but the chaotic state of the place still surprised him.
The entire floor was eerily silent, and with all the doors hanging open so casually, it looked like just another abandoned building.
However, as Ling Mo stood up, he vaguely sensed something was off.
The movements of the Zombie Puppet seemed… fatigued?
What’s going on? He had only been on this floor for less than five minutes…
It wasn’t just the Zombie Puppet; Ling Mo quickly noticed that the feedback from the master ball was also off.
He used to be able to mentally reconstruct the environment based on the master ball’s sensing results, but now all he could envision was a set of abstract images!
“Tentacles!”
Ling Mo hurriedly split off tentacles from within the master ball, but when the tentacles extended outward, they weren’t much better in sensing the surroundings than the master ball itself!
“Something’s wrong, there’s some sort of interference here…”
Ling Mo glanced around warily, but everything remained quiet.
“Even though my abilities are restricted, it appears I haven’t been detected. But this place doesn’t seem inhabited…”
Having his abilities suppressed wasn’t good news for Ling Mo. However, since it was just a Zombie Puppet here-and after 101’s death, his best shot was tonight…
Considering that the other Experiment Notes from that neurotic Researcher were very likely stored here, Ling Mo hesitated only briefly before deciding to move further inside.
Wearing a Zombie shell, what was there to fear…
Though that was what he thought, Ling Mo’s actions were even more cautious than before. His tentacles were severely impaired, causing a noticeable delay in his Control over the Zombie Puppet. This lack of coordination was extremely unsettling for Ling Mo, and once he accepted that feeling, it continuously gnawed at him.
Unbeknownst to Ling Mo, as he proceeded deeper into the Corridor, a hand silently appeared in the doorway where he had just stood, gripping the door frame.
And the piece of paper he had returned to the floor was now picked up by another hand…