The blue light of the laboratory remained piercingly bright at three in the morning. Lin Mo stared at the stream of data pulsating across his screens; the dried blood on his knuckles left dark red streaks along the edge of the console. In the holographic projection, the ethereal silhouette of the System Spirit descended slowly from the ceiling, its translucent fingers tracing a set of code he had never seen before.
"Who else is there?" he asked, his voice rasping and echoing through the empty lab.
"The Tesla 7th Research Institute, classified files from 2009," the System Spirit replied, its tone unusually grave. "In that parts factory you acquired, there is an old man who has been scrubbing toilets for twenty years."
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