The group continued to descend, and after turning a staircase, they arrived at the second floor of the basement. This floor looked like a huge beehive built underground, and the layout was completely different from the buildings above. In the middle of the hall, there was a unique huge octagonal floor made up of red and white. The ceiling was grey, and everything around them was grey and cold. The white square striped tiles around them gave off a gloomy light. There were cages all around, and some magical animals and humanoid creatures were locked up. The silver-plated cages shone with a cold light under the pale white light, and each cage held a werewolf.
At the top of these cages, there was a round crystal ball that looked like the moon, emitting light. The werewolves that were violently pulling at these silver-plated cages had obviously lost their minds. The werewolves that were weakly curled up in the corner, whimpering, moved closer to the corner when they heard the footsteps.
Seeing Allen and the rest walk in, all sorts of howls came from the basement. They ferociously bared their sharp fangs at Allen. Some of the stronger werewolves, with their bulging muscles and glowing fangs, emitted a horrifying and horrifying aura under the pale white light. Some werewolves still had self-consciousness, holding onto the silver-plated bars, and coldly looking at Allen and the rest. The werewolves that had lost their minds were constantly banging against the cages …
After passing through these cages, a silver-plated iron door opened with a clang. The four-eyed man retracted his wand, leaned forward slightly, and extended his hand towards Allen, making an inviting gesture. Allen stepped in, and what he heard was not only the wails of the werewolves, but also the miserable cries of some unknown creatures.
In the lab to Allen's left, a werewolf was tied to a bare metal bed. A wizard in a white lab robe and a mask poured a strange green potion into the werewolf's mouth. On the other side, a few humans seemed to have their limbs tied up by invisible ropes. They struggled but were unable to resist. The experimenter turned a blind eye to this and pulled the empty potion bottle out of the werewolf's mouth. He completely ignored the blood that was starting to seep out of the werewolf's face, and put the empty potion bottle down on a splint to record. When he raised his head and saw Allen and the rest, he quickly walked out.
"George? Carpenter, you failed again? "Four-eyed stopped and asked.
"Yes, this is Criminal No.13. After being injected with blood containing the wolf venom, he still couldn't resist the wolf venom even after taking our anti-transformation potion. He was infected with the wolf transformation disease, so I fed him this bottle of wolf venom H7 to see if it would have any effect." George reported seriously, "But judging from the reaction, I'm not sure how effective it will be. The side effects are a little severe. Currently, H7 is not suitable to be sent to the first floor of the basement. It's not safe."
"Yes, make sure it's safe when you send it upstairs." Four Eyes turned back to look at Allen. "Young Master, the potions upstairs that have been determined to be low risk and high safety were first screened out after continuous testing on this floor before we let Lupin and the others test them again."
"You did a good job. We can't let any accidents happen to these kind werewolves who have voluntarily followed the harsh 'werewolf code of conduct'. It's the right thing to do." Allen nodded in agreement.
The group continued to move forward. The doors on both sides of the corridor were tightly shut, but there were signs on the door that said things like horned camel and night terran. Through the large transparent glass window of the horned camel's room, they could see some staff members observing and measuring the data of a sleeping horned camel.
However, Penello's footsteps didn't stop on this floor. Instead, he continued to lead them downstairs. After bypassing a long and narrow corridor, Four-eyed stood in front of an ordinary office door with Four-eyed's name written on the door plate.
Four-eyed pushed open the door. In front of him was a wide desk and a swivel office chair, but behind it was like a reference room. From the floor to the ceiling, huge curved lattice bookshelves were distributed in rows in the room. Four-eyed closed the office door and pointed his wand at the chandelier above the bookshelves. The light flashed, and the lattice bookshelves began to rotate. When they stopped, a secret door appeared on the wall where a row of bookshelves used to be.
"If you just push open the bookshelves, you won't be able to see this secret door. You can only activate this secret door by rotating the bookshelves with magic." Four-eyed pointed his wand at the secret door, and the door opened silently.
A spiral staircase extended downwards. Magic lamps on both sides of the wall lit up the entire space, leaving almost no shadows. The group walked down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs was another arched corridor. There was a guard standing in front of every pillar, and a heavy metal door was at the end of the corridor.
After carefully verifying Four-eyed's magic ID, the guard stepped aside and made way for them. After all the door chains were unlocked, Allen and his group walked in. It was still a long and narrow corridor.
The corridor was silent, and only the footsteps of Allen and his group could be heard. Not long after, another heavy metal door appeared. Four-eyed pointed his wand at the door, and at the same time, a muffled sound came from behind. As the door in front of them opened, the door behind them closed. Moving forward, when Allen and his group opened the same door again, the iron door in the middle was also tightly shut.
"Only when two of these doors are closed can one of them be opened." Four-eyed took the lead and led the way. The deeper they went, the stronger the rusty smell of blood and the stench of decay became.
The experimental subjects and scenes in each laboratory were different. The hides of invisible beasts were hung on a shelf, and the silky silvery long hair would occasionally appear or disappear. Animal bones that had been disintegrated beyond recognition were scattered on the test bench, and the cauldron that was bubbling with strange colors was boiling … The heavy security was covering up these unscrupulous experiments.
The prison room was divided into densely packed small cubicles, and each cubicle held a werewolf. These werewolves were of different shapes and sizes. There were werewolves that had completely turned into werewolves, those that had lost their minds, those that were shivering, those that were motionless, and those that were constantly howling. In a few cubicles, ordinary wolves that had not turned into werewolves were walking around with their tails hanging down. There were also deformed werewolves that were partially made of fur and partially bare flesh, whimpering in the cubicles …
In an observation room, an abnormally rotten werewolf corpse was tied to a shelf with chains. Some of its skin looked like it had died not long ago, but the rotten parts looked like it had been dead for many days. The skull of this dead werewolf was placed on a table by the side.
"These kinds of secret experiments are only open to a small number of senior personnel. Our current research focus is on werewolves. Director Harris's Beast Office, the Werewolf Capture Planning Team, a division under Director Josephine Harris's Beast Office, has been reformed. They have worked together with Aura to provide us with many experimental subjects. " Four-eyed pointed to the row of laboratories on the right. "That area is all designated for werewolf research. There are dissection rooms, potion rooms, observation rooms …"
The other werewolf's dissected corpse was laid flat on the dissection table. Its mouth was wide open, and its entire chest was exposed. Its internal organs were placed separately on another table. Fresh blood dripped down the table to the ground, and the blood that had splashed onto the wall before it could be cleaned up began to turn black.
Allen glanced at the nerve fragments stuck to her wrist. Obviously, these nerves were the nerves of the dissected werewolf.
Noticing Allen's gaze, Four-eyed cleaned up the fragments and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was just observing the changes in the werewolf's body in this laboratory. As the guard informed Young Master of your arrival, I was in a hurry to greet you and didn't have time to clean up the laboratory."
"It's okay, but …" Allen narrowed his eyes and looked around again. He turned to look at Penello, who had been silent and avoiding his gaze, and asked helplessly, "Penello … Now can you tell me what you did to poor Dolores? Or should I ask which room she was in? "
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