Cobain only relied on his memory and a few glances at the planning drawings, and an extremely clear route emerged in his mind.
at last.
He came to the research institute where he had conducted long-term projects. Perhaps there were not many people left at the SCT headquarters. There were no patrolling guards in these abandoned fortifications and passages.
In the style of SCT, even the people it promised to protect, those who survived by betraying their own kind, would be killed without mercy.
In the end, only the core personnel of SCT and the necessary combat forces will definitely be left.
There aren't that many manpower to take care of worthless places.
The dark space all around was filled with cylindrical glass vessels, which were used to soak experimental subjects and intubate them to input various data to observe different reactions.
Cobain found his office and opened the dusty door. The space inside was not large. There was a secret door inside, which contained something that only Cobain himself knew.
many years ago.
An old friend of Cobain found Cobain. Because Cobain was an expert in archaeology, physics, mathematics, and an absolute authority in the field, inviting him into SCT would play an immeasurable role. At that time
The SCT is still an academic organization and has not been involved by others.
But Cobain decisively rejected it.
At that time, he had severe hand tremors due to alcoholism, he was expelled from the association, and he was completely disillusioned with everything.
Until Cobain's old friend was revealed.
That thing...
It can turn illusion into reality and has extraordinary power that does not conform to the rules of this world. As long as Cobain comes and takes a look, he will understand everything.
Even so, Cobain didn't believe it at all, thinking that this person was either obsessed, or that some force hostile to the Freedom Alliance controlled him to eradicate the scientific research power of the Freedom Alliance. What those people didn't know was that they no longer had
of any value.
Later, other old friends of Cobain's academic circles were also invited, and they all testified, and Cobain gradually became convinced that such a thing existed.
However, due to the absolute confidentiality, it cannot be known by any interest group, not even the Free Alliance. Once this kind of power appears, some powerful people will be carried away and conduct research regardless of gains and losses. This power itself is unstoppable.
controlled, which will lead to devastating consequences.
So a fake death must be created.
This is also one of the sources of all tragedies. If that thing had been re-launched back into outer space from the very beginning, there might not have been the misfortune that followed.
Coburn came to the filing cabinet, opened one of the compartments, removed the disguised partition, and pressed an inconspicuous button painted with the same paint.
This is a secret door mechanism.
After pressing it, a stone slab on the ground slowly opened, revealing a staircase leading underground.
At the same time, I also heard the sound of chains swinging from the dark underground space, as if some creature was trapped.
Cobain hesitated for a moment, looked at the firearm in his hand, and then walked away.
After going down the stairs.
The light of the flashlight moved over and illuminated the small space.
here...
There was actually a person locked up, a boy.
After such a long time, he didn't die, and he didn't even show any signs of being thin, nor did he go crazy after being in a dark space for a long time.
His face was just dull, completely dull, as if he had no soul, and there were nematodes crawling under his skin. Being parasitized by this thing, he could still have vitality for so long.
It seemed that he only had instinctive light reactions and sensory feedback, and looked at Cobain expressionlessly, quite calm, and indescribably creepy.
"I'm sorry for you..."
"I'm sorry for you."
Cobain murmured to himself. Although the words contained regret, his tone was very calm, as if he had rehearsed it in his mind countless times.
That boy looked exactly the same as the boy in the photo of Exhibit 256 collected by the No. 1 detective. He was Cobain's first child.
Colin's brother who died young, Cobain killed his wife or was the source of her suicide.
After the initial success of the transfer experiment, Cobain also had selfish desires. He hid it from all his colleagues and immediately started what he had planned from the beginning.
Through genetic cultivation, he created a body that was exactly the same as his child. Except for the different memories, he was exactly the same person.
But this is not enough, it is just a copy. It can be done no matter where it is. Cobain wants to truly resurrect his child through transfer and transfer it back to his lost consciousness, soul, and essence.
But no matter what, he couldn't do it. This kind of body could not withstand the transfer test at all and would be annihilated into ashes in an instant. He thought of countless methods and re-cultivated it too many times, but he could never break through the bottleneck.
There was no solution until he defected from the SCT. The rush of time at that time left him in this dark underground place until now.
"All nightmares are over."
"it's over."
"Rest in peace."
"I'll be with you soon."
"Rest in peace."
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Cobain fired all the bullets in his pistol until he was absolutely sure he was dead.
Totally sure…
This nightmare is over.
Cobain seemed to have his soul taken away, and he collapsed on the ground, staring at the pool of blood, not knowing what he was thinking.
The light of the flashlight became weaker and weaker.
The surroundings are getting darker and darker.
Cobain stood up, walked up the stairs and returned to his office, pressed the secret door mechanism, and covered the place forever.
He looked at what he had collected on his body. What flowed in these transparent pipes was the wisdom of all the madmen in this world.
As one of the founders of sct.
He has obligations and responsibilities.
end sct.
…
…
…
The obsidian stairs exude endless majesty.
Arnold, who had released Dickon, slowly walked down the stairs.
To his surprise.
The chief was still standing at the bottom of the stairs, completely different from what he had just seen, with an extremely rare uneasy expression on his face.
"What happened?"
"It makes you look embarrassed."
Arnold realized the seriousness of the matter, took out his revolver, and placed a high degree of vigilance around him.
"German's ship is back."
The chief said so.
"Isn't this a good thing?"
"He solved the last trouble."
Arnold continued to ask.
"No."
"Lookout spotted."
"German is dead."
"It's people from the Countermeasures Bureau who are here."
"Luka, and K."
The chief was a little flustered. Even though he had powerful infected people under his command, they were far inferior to Gehrman.
"What?"
Even Arnold was shocked, how could this be possible!
That kind of man.
Germann.
Like Wu, they are both half-stepped to reach the sky, but unexpectedly...
Dead?
What monster could kill that guy?
Luka?k?
"This is what happened."
"They will land on the island soon."
"Arnold."
"I've sent people to intercept them."
"But I can only resist for a while."
"I can only rely on you."
The chief said calmly.
Arnold was lost in thought.
He has never been loyal to the SCT, or the object in the Temple of True Sight.
