What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Happy Fishing in the End of the World 20

Arriving at the research institute, Lin Zhuo discovered something strange. The research institute, which was usually noisy and in which one could hear the researchers' discussions at the door, was unusually quiet today.

Not only that, there doesn't seem to be many people around here today?

He pushed the door open and walked in, only to find that there was no one inside, and there was no guide even at the consultation area in the lobby.

Where did everyone go? Were they taken away by Zhu Qin?

Lin Zhuo took out Gu Ting's ID card and swiped it to open the elevator. Before he could choose a floor, the elevator automatically descended to the fourth floor underground.

The elevator door opened, and Lin Zhuo didn't see Zhu Qin there. However, Zhu Qin must have anticipated that he would come here, so he set the elevator floor in advance.

It is extremely quiet here. There is nothing here except these containers carrying humans. It feels eerie, as if the souls of these people are still trapped here, as if they will return to their bodies in the next second, open their eyes and stare at him.

But this did not hinder Lin Zhuo's research. He did not have the opportunity last time, so this time he began to walk along these petri dishes and found that their numbers, names, abilities, and experiment names were posted on the lower left side of the containers.

Lin Zhuo compared their names with the names recorded by Qi Jinhua one by one, and realized that they were the psychics who were recruited by Xingxi in recent years and then suddenly disappeared.

Lin Zhuo closed his eyes and looked at the naked girl in front of him. She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. She was young and beautiful, and her life had just started. 

Now she not only lost her life, but her body was also exhibited here like a specimen. 

Her ability was mental control, and she could use silk threads to control other people's actions. Hongniang's ability came from her.

How pitiful.

Walking further, Lin Zhuo saw a skinny man. He was so thin that his skin seemed to be sticking to his bones and his ribs were clearly visible. Lin Zhuo found that his fingers seemed to have been chopped off one by one. Each of his ten fingers was different and looked very weird.

His ability was strength-based, and it was hard to imagine a strength-based person without a strong body who was like fragile porcelain. And those strange fingers were added by Zhu Qin after his death.

Lin Zhuo looked at the introduction in the lower left corner and could only sigh that it was a good thing that he had lost his life at that time, otherwise his heart would be connected to his fingers, and he couldn't imagine how painful it would be.

Lin Zhuo had a strange feeling. With these horrifying text introductions, he felt like he was in a museum of strange things, and these people were the exhibits of the museum. 

They were tortured, they died in pain, they kept their mouths shut, and they became exhibits. Lin Zhuo seemed to be able to imagine Zhu Qin's eyes when he admired them, infatuated and crazy, and with infinite derivative fantasies.

Zhu Qin was no longer satisfied with using a small number of people for experiments. His desires began to expand. 

He wanted to turn plants, animals, and even humans into experimental subjects. 

After being freed from the constraints of moral laws, Zhu Qin no longer looked like a human being. In the end times, his supernatural powers gave him the idea of ​​controlling the world.