Chapter 5119 — Fabricating Lies
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"That's right—a mute I saved with my own hands half a year ago. He'd served as a special forces soldier overseas before, but he was just an ordinary man. That lad was loyal and fearless. At the time the rest of us were too scared to move, but he charged straight at the thing without a word. He and the man, together with that giant worm, fought to the death in the sea for quite a while, and in the end none of them surfaced. We figure they're all dead. What a pity—a subordinate that loyal is hard to find." Dafeng-ge sighed with regret.
"None of them surfaced? How could that be? You didn't send anyone down to fish them out?" The middle-aged man's voice suddenly grew anxious.
"Superior, we'd kicked up a huge fuss by then, and at first, to save our skins, we fled straight from the high seas to waters not far off the coast. By the time they sank, even the coast guard cutters were on their way, so we could only scram fast—otherwise we'd have been rounded up in one sweep." Dafeng-ge said with a bitter face.
"..." The middle-aged man fell silent, at a loss for words.
"Superior, the day after it happened I sent men back to take a secret look. Nothing was left—they must have been swept away by the tides." Dafeng-ge spoke cautiously.
"You..." The middle-aged man clearly had more to say but held back. Still, from Dafeng-ge's standpoint, handling the matter this way had indeed been no great error; even he, as the man's superior, could not censure him without cause. After all, Dafeng-ge was the head of the Red Conch's domestic branch—if not quite a true feudal lord in the Center's eyes, he was still, more or less, a person of some consequence.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Wait there. I'll give you instructions shortly."
"Yes." Dafeng-ge nodded. The next moment he saw the other party cut off the communication, and only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief. He and Wei Zhao, standing opposite in the blind spot, exchanged a smile. Though they had rehearsed this tale many times, actually saying it had still left him drenched in cold sweat, terrified that some flaw might slip out. Fortunately, judging by the man's reaction, he had most likely believed it.
Wei Zhao breathed a sigh of relief as well. The bait had been successfully cast; whether it could lure out a big fish would depend on the other side's next moves and reactions. Human effort was exhausted—what remained was to leave it to fate.
At the Center's headquarters in the secular world, after cutting off the communication with Dafeng-ge, the middle-aged man hurried to a secret research room. There a woman sat frowning as she observed the human trials underway in the isolation chamber. Had Wang Xinyan been there, she would have been utterly astonished—for this woman was none other than her roommate, Lan Xiaoru.
"Dr. Lan, something terrible has happened." The middle-aged man burst in, his expression panicked.
"What kind of conduct is this, barging in all flustered? Dr. Glasses, you're a veteran here too—during an experiment no one may enter the laboratory at will. Have you forgotten even that most basic rule?" Lan Xiaoru shot the middle-aged man an annoyed glare.
"Uh... yes, I've overstepped." Dr. Glasses could not help but look sheepish.
"Out with it, then. What exactly has you so rattled?" Lan Xiaoru asked.
Dr. Glasses drew a deep breath and said in a heavy voice: "Something has happened to Number One."
"What? Wasn't he sent to investigate Dafeng? How could anything happen to him?" Lan Xiaoru's expression changed at once! (To be continued.)