Chapter 1 After Discussion

After a round of discussion, the group didn't rush to the third basement level's office area. Instead, they searched the first and second floors, trying to find the cause of the distortion.

"The power here has been out for a long time,"

The Stonemason, walking at the head of the group, said, looking at the accumulated dust on the metal floor, "The air circulation system has long since broken down.

If the distortion disaster in the outside world was really caused by a pathogen leak from this laboratory,

then the researchers here either evacuated immediately, or they are trapped here."

Li Ang chuckled, "Combining the two large elevators stuck on the first basement level due to the emergency power outage, I estimate the second possibility is more likely..."

Before he finished speaking, the six players walking past a corner saw traces of black-red blood on the metal floor ahead, leading to the employee lounge. It had dried for who knows how many years.

The dried bloodstains were dragged and very messy, as if someone was slamming their head on the ground, shaking their head and smearing bloodstains on the ground with blood-soaked hair.

The players' expressions turned solemn, but Li Ang didn't care. He held his gun and pushed open the broken glass door, walking into the employee lounge.

Inside the dark room, tables and chairs were in disarray, and coffee cups and various books were scattered all over the floor.

The bloodstains ended in the corner of the room, with a considerable amount of splattered, thrown, and dripped blood on the walls and floor at the end point.

"An adult male, one meter tall, fled here in a panic after being seriously injured, trying to hide, but the pursuer tracked him down and cruelly murdered him."

Li Ang bent down to examine the bloody footprints left on the ground and said calmly, "The pursuer has human footprints, but their body structure may no longer be human.

Judging from the bloodstains on the wall, it seems that he forced the victim into the corner,

cut open the victim's chest with two long, sharp objects, creating splattered blood,

and then 'bit' off the victim's head."

He stood up, and as the others looked at him in horror, he calmly pulled a large chunk of solidified red-black mass from the wall with both hands, gently crushed it in his hand, and said calmly,

"He stood in place and began to chew. Because the victim's skull was too hard, and his mouth was not big enough,

during the chewing process, these skull fragments and flesh splattered and stuck to the wall."

Wanli Fengdao felt that if Li Ang wasn't wearing a hazmat suit, he might have put the solidified object, suspected to be a skull fragment, in front of his nose and sniffed it.

"In short, it can be determined that the distorted monsters upstairs are indeed related to the underground laboratory here,"

Li Ang threw the solidified object on the ground and said casually, "Although it is not yet clear how this pathogen is transmitted,

there is a possibility that these hazmat suits we are wearing cannot effectively protect against the distorted pathogen."

The group had already been mentally prepared for this. Several players either had good cooperative relationships with large organizations, or were themselves members of large organizations, and did not lack skills and props to cure epidemics.

At most, after being teleported out of the scenario world, they would immediately drink a miniature life potion to restore themselves to perfect health.

The group began to search the employee lounge. Li Ang casually picked up four or five English scientific journals that had fallen on the ground.

After flipping through them a few times, he was disappointed to find that the cutting-edge technology recorded on them was about the same as modern Earth, or even slightly behind.

No value at all.

Li Ang's brow furrowed, not only because of disappointment, but also because of doubt.

The perfection of the distorted bodies upstairs far exceeded the cutting-edge biotechnology level of this world.

"I found something here."

Twilight Knight called out in a muffled voice. He took a Scale company corporate brochure from the magazine rack on the wall, pressed the brochure on the table, and illuminated it with a flashlight.

Scale was founded in Boston in the 1960s by Smith Anderson, who ran orchards and sold juice drinks locally, and the business was lukewarm.

Until the 1910s, Smith Anderson passed away, and his son, Alphonse Anderson (PhD in biochemistry), became president of the company, launching several functional drinks within a year that sold well worldwide.

Subsequently, Scale began producing juice-flavored e-cigarettes and juice-flavored nicotine patches, which were far more effective than similar products, earning Alphonse Anderson huge profits.

Because Scale has always insisted on independent operation and never gone public, Alphonse Anderson has the power to make decisions within the company. He was not satisfied with the constantly increasing profits on paper,

and would make improvements to the products every few years, eliminating old production lines on a large scale.

Until the beginning of the second millennium, 60% of the world's population used harmless chemical patches launched by Scale every day.

This chemical patch is similar to prescription drugs for treating ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder), which can enhance memory, activate thinking, and increase happiness and confidence, and help relieve lack of sleep and mental fatigue.

Everything is poison, and whether it is adderall or ritalin, using too much will cause damage to the body,

but the various products launched by Scale, under the heavy inspection of the FDA (Food and Drug Administration), still show that they are not harmful to the human body, and can even strengthen the body and delay aging.

In this way, Scale officially monopolized the chemical patch industry, allowing the world to enter chemical bliss.

"Alphonse Anderson's ambition is greater than his wealth. He doesn't seem to want to be limited to selling chemical patches, but also vigorously enter the fields of medicine, medical hardware, and the defense industry."

Twilight Knight said in a deep voice: "This experimental center is one of the many research institutes of Scale, mainly responsible for studying allergies and infectious diseases.

Obviously, they screwed up."

The small corporate brochure was quickly read, and the six players, each with their own thoughts, fell silent.

The chemical patches produced and sold by Scale were extremely similar to the Ephemeral Compound that Li Ang had come into contact with in the real world, but the technology was more mature and the side effects were smaller.

"This thing can definitely be worth a lot of money if put into the real world."

Li Ang thought silently, "Even selling it to the Special Affairs Bureau can get a lot of good things.

The only question is, are these chemical patches really completely harmless..."

After confirming that there was nothing of value in the employee lounge, the players walked out of the room and followed the corridor to the laboratory auxiliary room, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find some of the research logs of this experimental center.

They are researching viruses,

smallpox, Marburg, Ebola, Lassa, and prions.