Charlotte Lane stood in front of the washbasin, expressionless as she looked at the painting in her hand.
After a while, she used the lighter belonging to the restroom air freshener to set the painting on fire.
The flames illuminated her cold, white skin.
She watched the fire consume the paintingâ¦
Her reputation at the Research Institute was so great, having even suppressed 319. Edward Kirsten must have already wanted her to enter his laboratory.
He was just hesitating or perhaps planning to bring it up after some time.
After all, she was different from before, and Edward Kirsten was somewhat wary of her.
Originally, she could have waited as well.
But she didnât want to wait now.
There were still so many people in the Imperial Capital waiting for her return; she couldnât risk her life here.
At the very least, she couldnât risk it without even touching the laboratory.
So she took a gamble.
Although Edward Kirsten probably still saw through her, he simply didnât have the heart to listen to her cry, so he moved the laboratory out. Regardless, it didnât matter as long as this was the result in the end.
He was confident that he could keep her here.
Similarly, she was also confident that she could leave this place.
It was a mere competition, and there would be a winner and a loser.
The painting had been burnt to a pile of black ashes, which fell into the washbasin.
Charlotte Lane turned on the tap, washing away all the ashes.
She washed her hands, then took the ointment from the medicine box and applied it bit by bit onto her neck.
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As he said he would, Edward Kirsten took Charlotte Lane to the laboratory the next day.
Moreover, he openly let Charlotte Lane see the route from their living quarters to the laboratory.
When they stopped the car, Charlotte Lane got out and found they were at the foot of a barren mountain.
She looked at the mountain, her face speechless.
Edward Kirsten looked at her expression, raised the corners of his mouth, and laughed softly, âWhatâs the matter? Do you think Iâm lying to you?â
âMr. Kirsten certainly knows himself well.â
Edward Kirsten chuckled, âItâs inside.â
Charlotte Lane tilted her head to look at him.
Edward Kirsten also looked at her, then walked forward.
Charlotte Lane followed him.
Ahead was a winding mountain path covered with weeds, so much so that the path was hardly visible.
Edward Kirsten went ahead and pushed the weeds aside for her. Charlotte Lane followed behind him, curiously touching the grass.
Then she pinched a leaf and stopped in her tracks.
Feeling her stop, Edward Kirsten also stopped and turned to look at her.
âFake,â Charlotte Lane said.
âYes.â Edward Kirsten nodded with a smile in his eyes.
Charlotte Lane touched the other plants; all of them were fake.
She had been wondering why Edward Kirsten, who should frequent the laboratory, had not even made a path.
It turned out that they were all fake grass, placed here to disguise that no one had been here.
Charlotte Lane touched the very real-looking fake grass once more. Then she slapped it, causing it to sway: âAll show and no substance.â
Edward Kirsten laughed, âLetâs go, be careful not to scratch your legs.â
Charlotte Lane didnât speak.
Edward Kirsten continued, âShall I carry you?â
Charlotte Lane snapped a rare, real grass leaf from the side and said softly, âWith your old age, you should be more careful yourself.â
âHow old am I?â Edward Kirsten asked in return.
âYouâre a whole generation older than me.â Charlotte Lane replied.
Edward Kirsten: ââ¦â¦â
Back then, he didnât know exactly how old Enigma was; he could only guess her approximate age.
But after learning that she was Charlotte Lane, he had looked up her age.
âNot that much of difference,â Edward Kirsten insisted, âonly eleven years.â
Charlotte Lane hummed softly without commenting.
Edward Kirsten suddenly felt a heaviness in his heart, like a boulder lodged there.
After about ten minutes of walking, he stopped and opened a door concealed by weeds on a rocky wall.
The door itself⦠even the grass on it was fake, all integrated with the mountain.
No wonder they couldnât find the Laboratory; not to mention the drone, even Charlotte herself didnât notice the door until they were up close.
âLetâs go.â
Charlotte followed him inside, only to be greeted by seemingly endless descending steps.
The steps were wide enough for three people to walk side by side, with wall lamps installed along the walls on both sides, following the stairs downward.
The two walked down together for a while before reaching a door.
The door was pushed open, and the light from inside shone outwards.
The space was vast, and one couldnât see the end at first glance. Due to the lighting, they couldnât even tell that they were underground.
Following Edward inside, Charlotte noticed that the people on this floor were all sorting out some files, and there was no experimental equipment in sight.
Edward explained, âThe Laboratory is on Underground Levels 3 and 4.â
âWhat is this floor for?â Charlotte asked while looking around and trying to figure out the purpose of this floor from the equipment laid out.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âReports brought back from outside.â Edward replied calmly.
Charlotte lowered her gaze to conceal the emotions in her eyes. These were reports summarizing the human experiments conducted outside.
Edward continued his introduction, âUnderground Level 5 is the data archive, where all data and materials are stored. Level 6 is the living quarters for them.â
âWhat about Underground Level 2?â Charlotte inquired.
Edward gently smiled, âItâs better for Little Enigma not to know.â
Charlotte clenched her fingers, walking beside him, and after a moment, she asked, âDonât you think theyâre innocent?â
âHow could they be innocent when they contributed their lives?â Edward countered, âEnigma, do you really want to discuss this with me? You should know that when we have different opinions, we only end up arguing.â
Charlotte pinched the tip of her index finger with her nails and stopped talking.
She followed Edward to the Laboratory again.
Some of the experimental equipment was new and high-tech, while others looked ancient. If not for having seen âretiredâ devices like these in Dean Yueâs office, Charlotte wouldnât have even recognized what they were.
Not only the experimental floors, but the entire underground laboratory seemed to have existed for a long time.
It indeed appeared to be the Kingsley Familyâs laboratory.
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Charlotte spent a week in the laboratory. For the first five days, she observed Edwardâs experiments and learned about their purpose. In the last two days, she told him about her method of suppressing 319.
Edward looked at her, regretting not teaching her and involving her in experiments back then. If he had, the progress of many experiments might have been much faster.
âHow can you be so intelligent?â Edward asked.
Charlotte, dressed in her radiation-protective clothes and observing his experiment, replied without looking at him, âYouâre just realizing that now?â
Edward smiled, âI knew it a long time ago. Itâs just that youâre getting more and more intelligent.â
Charlotte nonchalantly praised, âYou have a good eye.â
Edwardâs mood improved somewhat, âDonât you want to go see the materials in the data archive?â
Charlotte glanced at him.
âYou can go.â Edward took off his radiation suit and handed her a key from his trouser pocket, âCan you go by yourself?â
Charlotte took the key without hesitation and turned to leave.
But she returned quickly.
There were too many materials.
There was no computer here, all experimental data were handwritten and organized.
Although the materials in the archive were clearly categorized, Charlotte couldnât find what she wanted after looking around and came back.
âWhy did you come back?â
âI want to see the data on Drunken Life Grass.â Charlotte answered directly.
Hearing these three words, the smile in Edwardâs eyes gradually fadedâ¦