Chapter 234: The Unseen Threat

The above lists the results from test subjects one to ten, indicating their condition after receiving the reagent. There were two groups in the comparative experiment, totaling ten individuals, and the final results were all quite disheartening. The “experimental substance” was still being consumed day by day.
As he continued reading, Yan Chuan’s brow furrowed tighter. Finally, after sifting through a series of equations and analytical results he couldn’t comprehend, he turned to the last page. The signature at the bottom was a very simple “L.”
Dr. L.
His signature appeared on all the records; this person should be the head of the laboratory, making decisions regarding all the experiments.
With mixed emotions, Yan Chuan set down the record book he was holding. He had never heard of this Dr. L; there seemed to be no one by that name in the confinement island prison, but it was clear that Dr. L was the key to the narrative.
“Tick-tock.”
The sound of dripping water abruptly exploded in Yan Chuan’s ears, as if it were falling from the ceiling. A drop of liquid suddenly fell past his ear, splattering onto the ground.
Yan Chuan hesitated, wanting to look up to see what it was when he felt a chill at the back of his neck.
His scalp tingled, making his shoulders tense up instinctively.
Something… had slipped through the collar of his shirt and was now on his back.
It felt very cold, chilled, pressed against his warm, soft back, as if trying to absorb his warmth.
It was slippery, both cold and cool, as if it had a consciousness of its own, drilling in through the gaps of his clothing.
Feeling the unseen entity moving, Yan Chuan froze entirely.
What was it?
He could distinctly feel a foreign object crawling inside his shirt, but he couldn’t utter a word, fearing it would shatter the current silence.
He bit his lip, clutching it tightly, worried that even a slight parting would let slip something embarrassing.
Hesse was not far away, flipping through records quickly, but he was unable to ask for help.
Everything beside him seemed normal; Hesse was completely oblivious. Yan Chuan could only stand there, too afraid to move.
The moment he shifted, the sensation of the foreign object sliding beneath his clothes became more pronounced.
Yan Chuan even sensed that the thing causing the disturbance was not smooth on the surface, but had suction cups like deep-sea creatures.
This thought made him shiver.
Yan Chuan was still quite terrified of such… oddly-shaped objects.
Hesse, while searching for things, suddenly noticed that Yan Chuan had gone quiet.
He immediately turned to look, discovering the slender Eastern beauty in a curled-up position, arms wrapped around his knees, squatting on the floor.
In front of him lay an open record book, as if he were reading its contents.
His soft, black hair fell down, covering his fair cheeks, making his face appear even smaller.
His long, dark eyelashes drooped, obscuring his water-laden eyes, which would occasionally tremble slightly.
Having held onto himself for too long, his slender arms left imprints of deep crimson against his skin.
From Hesse’s angle, he could only glimpse part of the beautiful, pale face, which appeared even softer amid the hazy light.
His cheeks were slightly flushed, a pinkish-white hue on display.
The slender and beautiful Eastern beauty sat hunched over on the dirty floor, surrounded by dusty drapes and cold equipment, yet it did not diminish his allure.
Hesse could even hear his slightly hurried breathing.
The slightly upturned tip of his nose twitched, taking in quick breaths while biting his lip to stifle any sound.
A beam of weak light leaked in, illuminating his cheeks, which seemed a mix of pale white and velvety red.
It was as if he was holding back something, unwilling to make a sound.
【Wait, can you all still see the livestream screen? It’s buffering here, and I can only see my wife’s blushing face!】
【The boss from the script has shown up? Is he looking for his wife?】
【What is the escape variety show doing? Wasn’t it supposed to be a live broadcast? Why can’t I even see my wife’s face clearly now!?】
【…Everyone stop guessing; it’s definitely the boss from the script. No one else could make the livestream go blurry, it has to be him not wanting us to see what he’s doing to his wife.】
【Hey, isn’t this a form of NTR right in front of us? There are others here!】
“What’s wrong?” Hesse realized, after staring for a while, that something felt off and quickly turned to Yan Chuan, gesturing with his eyes to ask him.
Weren’t they just looking at the data?
At first, Yan Chuan didn’t respond, but when Hesse frowned and poked him again, he finally snapped out of it.
His face, flushed in an unusual way, came into Hesse’s view.
His lashes were damp, unclear when they had come to be dotted with delicate teardrops, sparkling like tiny diamonds on his thick, long lashes.
His eyes were already misty, glistening with water, and his eye sockets seemed to be brimming with tears.
His lips were already red from biting, with faint teeth marks etched into them, the small rounded lips bearing the imprint of distress.
His originally pristine white cheeks had long adopted a dampened rosy hue, and even from a distance, one could feel the warmth radiating from him.
Just a slight touch could cause him to leak like an overfilled cream puff.
Hesse’s confusion deepened.
In response to his inquiry, the dark-haired, dark-eyed Eastern beauty merely shook his head, signaling that he was fine.
Next, he urged Hesse onward, signaling that they shouldn’t linger here for too long, as it could draw attention.
Hesse wanted to say something but remembered their agreement to keep quiet, suppressing his words and moving on to their next location in search.
Their next destination was the office of the prison guards.
Not only was there no one in the corridor, but the patrolling guards who were there during the day had seemingly vanished too. The office’s layout remained unchanged, but not a single person was in sight.
Hesse quickly got to the point, pushing open the door to the innermost office in the corridor.