Translator: ThatLazyPotato
Translation Checker: Anonymous
Editor: yuki_shuichi
After returning from the station, Bai Chunian locked himself in the secret room’s arsenal in the bedroom of the apartment for three whole days.
In addition to firearms and ammunition hanging on three sides of the arsenal, there was also a flat, foldable table. After the table was opened, it could be spliced into a long table with three square working areas. On the far right were some precision measuring tools. In the middle was the light box table, and on the far left was the place where computers and sundries were placed.
Bai Chunian laid on the table, which had a sheet of densely lined architectural blueprints spread out on it. A CAD program was opened on the desktop on the left-hand side.
Rimbaud was lying on his back on the bed. His head was hanging over the edge of the bed, his hair falling to the ground, and he was holding a book that he bought at a bookstore while on the way home from the station.
The novel came in a set with a total of seven books. The first one was called “The Watery Grave,” and the second one was “Flame Coffin.” Domino’s name was written under the author section.
“How is this kind of book a best-seller? I could write something like this.” Rimbaud closed the hardcover book in his hands and stuffed it in his mouth.
“Don’t eat it, you can’t wrinkle it. It will come in handy later.” Bai Chunian looked up from the pile of blueprints to stop him.
Rimbaud took the book out from inside his mouth and wiped it. “Isn’t he just writing about life in the research institute? Do humans like reading about us suffering that much?”
“You don’t even know how to read, can you understand it?”
“I learned a bit.”
“He wrote about the seven ways of death of experimental subjects in the research institute.” Bai Chunian explained while calculating the dimensions of the blueprint, “‘The Watery Grave’ is about a cultivation pod filled with culture fluid, and ‘Flame Square Coffin’ is about an incinerator. Domino has the ability to read the memory of something through its antenna. He selected seven different experimental subjects and wrote seven novels about their experience from life to death. Their struggle before death was written very vividly, especially the one on the incinerator, which made readers feel claustrophobic.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
Rimbaud looked at the cover of the hardcover book; a spider web was drawn on the cover, and a piece of an eaten skeleton was connected to the center of the spider web.
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“Nothing really.” Rimbaud threw the book on the bed, rolled over, and laid down on the edge of the bed. He propped his head on his hands and asked, “You’ve been sleeping very little these past three days. Let’s go to sleep after we obe.”
“I still have work to do.” Bai Chunian said, “I need to go to the Medical Association in a bit. Han-ge said that Domino’s injury has stabilized and I can visit him now.”
“Fine, in any case, anything else is more important than to obe with me. I want to kill them all.” Rimbaud rolled back and forth. “There are so many omegas; you finish meeting one, then you go and meet another. I won’t be able to finish killing them all in one day.”
“…” Bai Chunian finally got up from the table, lifted his long legs, stepped on the bed, and pressed Rimbaud underneath him. He clung to Rimbaud’s neck and breathed hard.
Rimbaud was tickled by him. He hooked onto the alpha’s arched back. “What are you doing?”
“Recharging.” Bai Chunian took a deep breath, filled his lungs with the scent of Himalayan white rose pheromone, and lazily said, “What exactly are your pheromones?”
“In the merfolk language, it’s tumi. When translated into Chinese, it may be the musk rose, or rose leaf raspberry, and the likes.”
“It’s actually catnip, isn’t it?”
Rimbaud put his hands on Bai Chunian’s hair and rubbed it. “If it was, would you get hard from my bath water?”
Rimbaud has never lost when it comes to flirting. Bai Chunian rubbed against his arms and said helplessly, “Maybe. I’ll definitely hold you and inhale you a hundred times a day. Your smell is very faint, but I always miss it when I can’t smell it for a while. I asked the lady from the flower shop downstairs, and she said that the musk rose doesn’t sell well, so she will stock them for me only if I order a large amount.”
“Don’t. Smell me.”
“Let’s go.” Bai Chunian pulled him to sit up. “Let’s go to the Medical Association.”
The Alliance Medical Association occupied the largest area in the Alliance building, and the wards were far away from the research area of the Medical Association. Domino had only been transferred to the general ward today.
Bai Chunian pushed the door open and went in—the person inside was throwing things. A notepad was thrown from a distance and almost hit Rimbaud, but was stopped by Bai Chunian who happened to have caught it in his hand.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Domino lying on the hospital bed in a curled-up posture with his back arched. The flame-colored sunset morpho butterfly wings on his back were already damaged. It could be seen that some of the bones supporting the wings had been finely repaired, but the fiery red insect wings covered with scales were too damaged to form a complete shape.
A lot of thrown notepads and pens were on the ground. The computer was also carelessly placed on the table, and the floor was covered with paper that had been written on but crumpled into balls.
Domino’s face was full of tears, he raised a pair of eyes full of hatred and stared at Bai Chunian, who broke into the room.
“The glands are seriously damaged.” Bai Chunian looked at Domino’s wings from a distance. The external features were all formed by the excessive proliferation of gland cells. If the external features were damaged, it meant that the glands were too. It was obvious that Domino’s wings had been damaged beyond repair.
“My memory has become very fragmented.” Domino said hoarsely. He then started to organize what he wanted to say next. It was only after a long time that he said incoherently, “I can’t write anymore. I’ve been injured, and my brain…will have a hard time formulating words… Soon I won’t be able to even speak.”
“Just kill me.” Domino yelled heartbroken, then bowed in pain and tightly clutched the white sheet of the hospital bed. “I don’t want to…forget how to write…and speak… I’ve had enough. I kept hiding and ultimately ended up like this… The research institute…”
When the Shaojin Mansion was attacked by a large number of experimental subjects, Domino was seriously injured. According to Crawler, he was severely injured by an experimental subject numbered 200, “Eternal Undead”, which was the strongest experimental subject produced by the research institute so far.
Since the emergence of three full-mimetic envoy-type experimental subjects, the research institute no longer pursued full-mimicry, rather, hoped that the experimental subject’s degree of mimicry was as low as possible.
Because a higher degree of mimicry did not mean a higher level, but a higher degree of evolution. As the degree of evolution becomes higher, the experimental subject’s self-awareness would be greatly strengthened. Increased tendency to jailbreak, disobedience, and longing for freedom—these were the common defects of experimental subjects with a high degree of mimicry.
The watch on Bai Chunian’s wrist suddenly rang, indicating that he had received a message. Bai Chunian glanced at it and found that it was from Duan Yang, telling him to go upstairs to the Technology Department immediately to find him.
“Rimbaud, stay with him for a while, I’m going upstairs.” Bai Chunian opened the door and ran off before waiting for Rimbaud’s answer.
Only Rimbaud and the weeping Domino were left in the ward.
“Noisy.” Rimbaud was a little annoyed. He sat on the hospital bed, and casually picked up Domino’s withered wings with the tip of his tail and looked at them. There were some blue glitter patterns on his wings. Rimbaud suddenly remembered how Domino had helped Xiao Bai stabilize his mind after he had lost control and ran away in M Harbor. In order to reward him, Rimbaud bestowed him with some gifts.
“Oh, it’s you.” Rimbaud grabbed Domino by the base of his wings and pulled him toward him. He pressed on the gland on Domino’s nape to calm and heal him.
Bai Chunian took the elevator to the Technology Department. Duan Yang was waiting at the door of his office against the wall, his expression was a little nervous. When he saw Bai Chunian coming out of the corridor, he immediately went up to him, grabbed Bai Chunian’s arm and dragged him into his office.
“I checked the address of the cultivation base you gave me, and you’re right, it’s difficult. Maybe I really have to ask that little Crawler…” Duan Yang said in a low voice, “I haven’t fully figured it out yet, but I got a video.”
He took out a USB from his pocket and handed it to Bai Chunian. “You should watch it, but you should also think it through—do you really want to watch it?”
Duan Yang’s tone was rarely cautious and tense. Bai Chunian calmly took the USB. “Give it to me.”
After he got it, he went straight to the audiovisual room alone.
This part was a video recording left by the cultivation base; pertaining to Rimbaud’s surgical operation video which was recorded after he was injected with the mimetic agent.
In the dark and closed projection room, Bai Chunian sat alone behind the table, silently facing the huge screen.
The video was recovered by Duan Yang, and it was exceptionally clear. Bai Chunian’s eyes were completely focused on the bloody operating table. A large amount of bleeding and several sutures were clearly shown in the video. Rimbaud’s painful scream seemed to penetrate the operating room and echoed mournfully in Bai Chunian’s mind.
The video was edited from many surgical records at different times. The Rimbaud in the video, who was struggling, bellowing, and biting in the beginning, gradually lost the strength to resist. He was calmly fixed on the operating table, gazing coldly at the knife hovering over his body.
The clips were arranged by date. Rimbaud’s fishtail gradually deformed and separated into two slender human legs, but this caused abnormally severe bleeding. The researchers in protective suits picked up a fist-sized, pure white pearl from the pool of blood and hurriedly put it on the tray for inspection.
Rimbaud struggled to reach out to the researcher who had taken the pearl. It was one of the rare instances that he showed a pleading and detaining demeanor.
But nothing had changed.
At that time Rimbaud was still in the cultivation stage after being transformed. He pretty much couldn’t speak and was unable to express his pain in words, nor did he have his current strength to resist the researchers. He could only powerlessly bear everything.
The edited video was about an hour long. Even after the video had ended, Bai Chunian blankly stared at the already blank screen, motionless.
Time seemed to have stopped in the dark little projection room. Bai Chunian stared at the blank screen until the sun had set outside and the corridor lights lit up.
After a long time, Bai Chunian laughed.
“Great.”
Poor bubus TT^TT
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