Soon, a man in black held up a camera, filming the active organs.
A massive screen descended from the ceiling, displaying the slight pulsations of each organ.
Their eyes gleamed, fixed on the screen without blinking.
They watched for a full thirty minutes!
Suddenly, the heart's beat gradually weakened, and the man closed his eyes, a smile curling his lips.
Finally, release.
Everyone looked regretful and withdrew their gazes.
The man in the suit, with a smile, instructed, "First batch of test subjects displayed. Take them for rescue."
Xu Qian, who had been resting with her eyes closed, was utterly speechless upon hearing this.
After finally achieving release, they had to be saved again?
The atmosphere grew increasingly lively.
The man in the suit continued excitedly, "Second batch of test subjects, enter!"
Soon, a box about half a person's height was pushed forward.
A faint, dark mass could be seen within, its nature unclear.
The man in the suit crouched down for a look and sighed.
"The second batch experiment failed. The zombie is already dead."
"But everyone can still see the experimental results."
Xu Qian squinted slightly. It was too small to see clearly.
The camera zoomed in, and an incredibly terrifying face appeared on the large screen.
His eye sockets bulged, his eyeballs almost falling out, his entire body shriveled. His face was no larger than a palm.
He appeared to have been drained of blood, his entire being gaunt and shrunken.
An adult had become the size of a small child.
The man in the suit introduced, "This is a live zombie experiment. First, we drain the blood, then we repeatedly steam it."
Seeing the atmosphere slump again, the man in the suit chuckled, "We all thought zombies were strong, but if you drain their blood and steam them dry, aren't they still dead?"
"Aren't they?"
They responded with proud agreement.
Zombies, humans, and animals were all under their control.
Xu Qian closed her eyes, sighing inwardly.
Did the laboratory have nothing else to do besides these cruel experiments?
Next were experiments like blood transfusions, transferring human blood into zombies, or zombie blood into humans.
The final result was always that the zombie remained a zombie, while the human had become one.
The perverted nature of these experiments almost made Xu Qian want to turn and leave.
Those people, from listless to increasingly active, were practically itching to get involved themselves.
The man in the suit was astute, knowing precisely how to manipulate their emotions.
After the demonstration, the man in the suit announced, "The week's experiments are complete. Now, we begin our second relaxation segment."
Soon, four men in black pushed two experimental beds onto the stage, accompanied by various instruments.
On each bed lay a naked man, his limbs bound. Their eyes were fixed on the crowd below.
The man in the suit amplified his voice and announced loudly, "Everyone knows this segment. We will select two individuals for an experimental PK. The raffle tickets are being distributed now."
A group of men in black began handing out raffle tickets.
Once everyone had a ticket, the large screen began to scroll.
Soon, two lucky individuals were selected to come onto the stage.
One man and one woman, one tall and one short, both slender.
They wore thick, black-rimmed glasses, their expressions contorted with excitement.
The man in the suit drew a slip of paper from a box beside him and unfolded it.
He looked at it, his eyebrows rising slightly, a smile appearing on his face.
"This is excellent material this time. A high-pressure experiment. We will lower the laboratory's atmospheric pressure to the minimum and observe their reactions.
Whoever writes the report with more valuable reference material will be the winner of this experimental PK."