NovelEnglishIn three days, except for the badge Philip was wearing, the rest of the numbers had been collected.
Sarah sifted through the codes and realized that the crucial digits were on Philip's badge. Only by getting hold of that badge could
they confirm the final three numbers.
Without it, there were too many possible combinations, and the lock only allowed one error. A second mistake would seal their fate,
trapping them even more securely.
"Doctor, I'll take care of the badge on him," lan said casually, his eyes calm as he surveyed the jumble of numbers.
"I'll get it."
Sarah nodded, fiddling with her stash of pharmaceuticals.
"To be honest, | didn't expect you guys to gather the numbers so quickly. I've been at it for years and only managed to collect five.
| feel like this might be my chance to get out, to escape with Number 8."
Her tone was wistful, the situation still feeling surreal. She could only admit that the people lan had brought were competent. If it
were her, it'd take who knew how long.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLittle did they know, Philip had sensed a shift in the atmosphere of the central hall. Especially since Summer's incident, he felt an
unease growing within him.
Now with access to all the medication in the base and areas he'd never been to before, he leaned back, his gaze fixed on the
ceiling, a heavy thoughtfulness in his eyes.
At that moment, Phil entered the room, his face lighting up at the sight of Philip.
"Check this out, Philip," Phil brandished a new leaf he'd found from somewhere, eager to turn it into a specimen.
Philip, already uninterested in leaf collecting and irritated, brushed Phil's hands away. Phil's smile drooped, realizing he'd annoyed
Philip again. His eyes lingered on the badge on Philip's chest, and he couldn't resist touching it.
Philip grabbed his hand immediately, his face a picture of wariness.
"What are you doing?"
"l just wanted a closer look. You worked so hard to earn it, and I'm happy for you."
But what he really wanted to know was whether this cold metal was more attractive than his leaves. Why did Philip favor this
badge over the leaves he had painstakingly gathered?
He didn't understand and awkwardly retracted his hand.
"Phil, have you noticed something's off lately?" His instincts were sharp, and the unease had been building, particularly after the
fire in Summer's room. He felt things slipping out of his control.
Could that woman, the one who looked so much like Maja, really have chere alone? She didn't seem skilled enough to make it
on her own. With no way to communicate with the outside, it was unlikely that lan, as clever as he was, would send someone just
to die.
Unless she was a distraction. Maybe lan himself was already inside the base.
After all, the situation with Augus was dire, and the Sanders family needed to find an antidote, available only here. If lan wanted to
marry Maja, he'd need to cure Augus first, wouldn't he?
Philip's grip tightened, a surge of resentment rising within him. He wasn’t sure where this feeling stemmed from, but he knew one
thing: as long as Maja was doing well, he couldn't stand it.
If lan was indeed inside, Philip was determined that he wouldn't leave alive. His lips curved into a smirk. What had seemed dull
now intrigued him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Phil, go outside and look around. See if there are any new subjects who have cin recently and died quickly."
While Phil might have been naive about the ways of the world, his visual acuity was exceptional, allowing him to spot subtle
differences others missed.
"Sure thing," Phil got up and left promptly.
Pouring himself a cup of tea, Philip resolved that if lan was truly here, he would ensure the research base becthe final resting
place for those people.
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