Chapter 36: What on Earth Is He Planning?
Flanked by several bodyguards surrounding Cheng Yibin, the entire group made their way in a grand procession toward the research institute located in the heart of Revival Base.
This was Su Han’s first time visiting the complex. Clusters of light-colored, low-rise structures spread across the grounds, their sleek, futuristic interiors making it feel as though the apocalypse had never touched this sanctuary.
The moment they stepped through the entrance, a staff member in a white lab coat rushed forward to greet them.
“Chief, the preparations for the experiment are complete.”
Cheng Yibin nodded, gesturing toward Cheng Gaolang. “Take him down to get prepped first.”
Cheng Gaolang hesitated, lifting his gaze toward Cheng Yibin.
“Eldest Brother, may I ask what kind of experiment I need to cooperate with?”
Before Cheng Yibin could answer, the researcher in the lab coat cut in to explain: “It’s like this, Mr. Cheng. We plan to channel an electrical current through your body to push it past its limits and induce a state of suspended animation. That will trigger the release of any supplies stored within your space.”
The system’s shrill voice exploded inside Su Han’s head: [Are these people insane?! How is this any different from murder?!]
Cheng Gaolang’s face instantly drained of color, paling by several shades.
“This… wouldn’t this get someone killed?” Cheng Gaolang offered a faint, strained smile.
“How could that be? Do you not even trust the base’s scientific capabilities?” Cheng Ruoyan blinked innocently. “Don’t worry, Uncle. My father knows what he’s doing; he would never let any harm come to you.”
Standing nearby, Su Han was thoroughly sick of their hypocritical act. He spoke up, cutting them off: “Where is Shen Chengyin right now? Surely I’m allowed to see him, aren’t I?”
The researcher replied, “He’s right next door. I’ll take you over.”
With Cheng Yibin’s tacit approval, Su Han followed the staff member through a series of twists and turns until they finally stopped before a corrugated iron door tucked in the corner.
An iron door like this made it all too easy to imagine the worst. Before even laying eyes on Shen Chengyin, Su Han had already pictured him locked away in a grim cell, suffering on a bare wooden slab.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he grew. Raising his foot, he kicked the iron door open.
With a resounding crash, the unlatched door swung wide, revealing a room outfitted with lavish, comfortable furnishings.
There was a writing desk, a plush bed, storage cabinets, and even a massive floor-to-ceiling window. The space was significantly larger than the dorm assigned to him and Shen Chengyin upon arriving at Revival Base.
Su Han: “…”
Why did this place look like a prison on the outside, but a luxury suite on the inside?
Meanwhile, the subject of his frantic worry—Shen Chengyin—was sitting leisurely on the soft, spacious bed, flipping through a book.
Hearing the commotion, the man lifted his eyes. Seeing the very person he had anticipated, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Well, aren’t you living comfortably in here? Rumors are flying all over the streets that you’re a space ability user—how come you never mentioned a word of this to me? Huh?!”
Su Han shot Shen Chengyin a loaded wink, raising a fist to add, “Looking for a beating?”
Behind him, the researcher in the lab coat showed no intention of leaving. Su Han was practically certain the man had been assigned by Cheng Yibin to keep watch.
“I didn’t lie to you,” Shen Chengyin said evenly.
“Still playing dumb? Do you have any idea how badly I got cursed out out there today?”
Seizing the pretense, Su Han lunged forward and slammed a fist into Shen Chengyin’s shoulder.
The strike carried barely any real force, but with a gentle follow-up shove, Shen Chengyin tumbled backward onto the bed. To anyone without martial training, the scuffle looked entirely genuine.
Sprawled on the mattress, the man looked up at Su Han, his dark eyes deepening.
“I don’t know where they got their information, but I truly do not possess a spatial ability.”
Su Han caught the underlying hint immediately.
Someone had sold Shen Chengyin out—in all likelihood, remnants from Hope Base.
He had to track this person down.
As his thoughts churned, Shen Chengyin shoved Su Han back with a sharp shove. “If you’re so terrified of getting dragged into this, you can cut ties with me right now.”
Su Han knew full well this was just an act put on for the watcher’s benefit. All he had to do was take the cue, and he could walk away scot-free. Yet hearing those words still made his chest tighten sharply.
Real or fake, he would never betray the male lead in any shape or form.
Grabbing Shen Chengyin by the collar, he snapped, “Cut ties just because you say so? In your dreams! Just you wait—I’m getting to the bottom of this if it’s the last thing I do!”
With their faces inches apart, Shen Chengyin seemed completely caught off guard by his fiery defiance, freezing in place.
Flashing a threatening middle finger, Su Han let go of the man’s shirt.
Just as he turned on his heel to leave, Shen Chengyin suddenly caught him by the wrist, yanking him backward into a crushing embrace.
Su Han stiffened from head to toe, freezing like an ice sculpture.
Leaning close, Shen Chengyin whispered a single sentence right against his ear, his voice so impossibly faint that only the two of them could hear:
“I took the supplies.”
Apocalypse: Becoming The White Moonlight Of A Possessive Mad Dog
