Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 277 Cold-blooded Cannon Fodder Doctor 17

Right now, the most important thing is not about pulling the bracelet. Ni Qing looked around the room and saw that there were no security cameras. She didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

She gave Song Ling a disdainful look and didn't linger. All the experimental subjects' areas were monitored and equipped with liveness detectors; any suspicious location would be immediately put on alert.

The most urgent task is to lock Him up again as soon as possible.

As for Song Ling's question about liking or disliking her, that's obviously nonsense. She's survived so many worlds because of her ruthlessness.

The clean and tidy experimental base is laid out in pure white, and each experimental doctor, professor and other staff member has their own post.

Some looked hurried, as if they had encountered a difficult situation. Others chatted and laughed, walking together in twos and threes, talking animatedly.

The staff pushed carts and worked diligently, and people were coming and going in every office.

Everyone is basically very busy.

She glanced at it only once before turning and walking towards the less crowded area.

It doesn't matter if she's seen, but Number One's conspicuous figure will definitely be noticed.

But she overlooked the fact that time was passing too quickly, and soon the entire experimental base was filled with piercing and sharp alarms.

Immediately afterwards, a researcher broadcast: "Subject One is not in the isolation room. The surveillance system is malfunctioning. Teachers who have seen the subject, please react immediately!"

She stopped when the alarm sounded.

This group will keep reporting if they can't find a test subject.

She took out her phone from her pocket, ignoring the cracked screen, and dialed numbers: "It's with me, don't make a fuss."

The call was disconnected before the other party could react.

Ni Qing glanced at the screen; it had run out of power and shut down automatically. Luckily, the crack wasn't too bad; the touchscreen still worked.

After walking for about ten minutes, she finally arrived at the laboratory where He was. She opened the door, raised an eyebrow, and gestured for the other person to go in first.

He didn't say anything more from beginning to end, and obediently went into the room, as if he didn't feel like he was an experimental subject to be slaughtered.

Ni Qing followed closely behind.

"The surveillance cameras were damaged?" she asked first. Nothing in the room had been moved, and there was no sign that the door had been opened.

How could even 360-degree surveillance be damaged?

The silver-haired boy had grown taller again, now a full half-head taller than Ni Qing. His smooth, lustrous silver hair swayed slightly, and his narrow, expressionless eyes reflected the other's intentional or unintentional probing.

His appearance had matured considerably, and his features became more defined and striking as he grew taller, with a more three-dimensional and refined outline.

Alluring and seductive.

"How did you manage to appear in a place you've never been before in such a short time? This surveillance footage is also related to you, isn't it?"

Ignoring the dirt on his clothes, the doctor in white spoke with undisguised fervor and amazement. If Song Ling had been given more time to react, he might have been frightened.

But she won't.

She always prioritizes work, saving money on meals and rest whenever possible. Now that her seemingly aimless and tedious work is finally showing some promise, her excitement is even more undisguised.

If the test subject really has such great abilities, then why would He allow Him to be confined in such a small and enclosed space and subjected to such inhumane research?

Too many questions swept over her brain like a tidal wave.

The boy, who should have been speaking, started playing dead again: "Doctor, he's a bit noisy."

Ni Qing said with a blank face, "You know this isn't what I want to hear. You'd better not try to use your cleverness on me."

Does He possess a powerful ability, like something out of science fiction, such as teleportation or telekinesis?

There's something there, quite a lot, actually.

It seems that nothing can be detected from the blood alone, but there's no way to pry open His mouth.

There are still many things to deal with, and she can't stay here forever.

She then walked towards the door, intending to go back to her room to take a shower, change her clothes, and then charge her phone to see if it would work properly.

Exhaustion and belated aches and pains all crept up during her shower, and when she came out, her eyelids were almost too heavy to lift.

Too sleepy.

If there's nothing wrong with the phone, I'll take another nap.

But fate always seems to bring about what you fear most.

The shattered screen spread like a spider web, the battery was less than 20% full, and swiping was a bit sluggish. There was a black, liquid-like substance on the left side.

If the screen is broken and leaks liquid, it will spread until the touchscreen becomes completely unusable if the screen is not replaced.

It seems she hasn't left this world yet. Although the system said the situation outside is dire, she hasn't actually seen it. This is a good opportunity to go out and observe.

She changed her clothes and painstakingly reported her outing in the work group chat using her phone.

The further away she got from the core of the base, the thinner the air became, and the cool air became less and less effective. By the end, she was already sweating profusely before she even left the base.

Even with a simulated atmosphere, it's still incredibly hot.

The calendar on my phone shows April, but the temperature outside is already 30 degrees Celsius.