When the harsh buzzing sound was like a rusty saw blade scraping across his skull, Lin Hao opened his eyes in a thick darkness.
It was not the familiar pure white ceiling of the laboratory, but a metal dome full of cracks. The light green emergency lights flickered on and off in the corners of the dome, dyeing the dust floating in the air into a strange fluorescent color. The nose is filled with the smell of engine oil and rust, and there is also a hint of... The smell of blood?
"Cough... Cough!" A violent cough ripped at his chest, and he realized that he was lying on the cold metal floor, with a terrible pain in his left arm - his sleeve was torn open, and a bone-deep wound was wrapped in a rough bandage, and most of it was soaked in dark red blood.
