The heavy rain hit the glass curtain wall of the Institute of Biology crazily, as if it was going to swallow up this building that symbolizes the crystallization of human wisdom. Ling Mo stood in front of the observation window on the 30th floor, and his fingertips unconsciously scratched the cold glass, leaving a winding water mark. Outside the window, the city called "New Eden" is shrouded in a blur of neon, and the hovercar draws a radiant trajectory in the rain, like a firefly flying through a picture of the future.
"Experiment No. 17 Has abnormal vital signs." A cold mechanical sound suddenly sounded in the empty laboratory, breaking the dull silence. Ling Mo turned around suddenly, his eyes like lightning, directed towards the central training cabin. In the light green nutrient solution, the curled-up figure was twitching violently. The originally pure and transparent liquid had been soaked with fine blood threads, like an abstract and strange painting.
