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Chapter 298 - 118: First Encounter! The Girl Trapped in the Tower!_3

Chapter 298: Chapter 118: First Encounter! The Girl Trapped in the Tower!_3

"I know why you are here, False Shepherd."

"I see the original sin deep within your soul, the Battle of Wounded Knee River, private detective, alcoholism, gambling... and now, you want to steal away my lamb."

"Why did you come to Columbia? ’Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt’? But Booker, not all debts can be paid off."

As the projection slowly faded.

Dai, however, revealed a look of shock.

The audience in the live stream room also began to speculate.

"What? How does this Deng know our plan? He’s got our details down pat."

"Wow, he even knows about the mission the client gave us, could he really be the Prophet?"

"Whether he’s the Prophet or not, before Elizabeth is rescued, I just want to see blood flow like a river!"

"Come on, Dai, charge!"

No need for more comments in the chat, Dai took a machine gun and burst in from the bottom of the tower, quickly clearing a group of intercepting soldiers.

After setting foot inside the tower where Elizabeth was.

He was instantly attracted by the variety of bizarre equipment within the tower.

In the very center of the tower’s base, a triangular machine seemed to be connected to some peculiar magnetic field, emitting strong light from time to time.

Inside the central transparent glass, three items used for research were placed.

But as soon as Dai got closer, he immediately frowned.

The first research item was a teddy bear from Elizabeth’s toys when she was 4 years old.

The second item was a collection of poems she had written when she was 11 years old.

The third item made the live stream audience call out in disgust.

It was Elizabeth’s sanitary napkin from her first menstruation.

Next to each item was a research report, dense and difficult to comprehend.

The gist was to investigate the strange powers that were emerging from Elizabeth.

Moving forward, it seemed they had entered a critical surveillance area.

All around were walls of metal texture, copper and iron, with iron gates connected to various gears and pipes, requiring the triggering of multiple mechanisms to open each one.

Once Dai unlocked the mechanisms one by one, inside those iron doors, he found more records about Elizabeth.

They recorded her height changes from infancy to 18 years old.

There was also a deep red darkroom specially for washing photographs, where upon entering, one could see the entire wall plastered with stealth photos of Elizabeth at various stages of growth.

Moving further, they would come to a medical laboratory.

There were restraints of a tiger chair, an operating table, and various surgical tools neatly arranged, all chilling to behold.

And beyond that iron door, another screening room played a video about a young Elizabeth covertly picking locks.

In the video, she appeared to be trying to open the gate of the tower’s base but was quickly scared away into a panic by some sharp cries.

The scenes unfolding before his eyes made Dai involuntarily furrow his brow.

It was hard to imagine that this girl, who was cheerful and cute yet witty in the demo, the best combat companion, who always kept her optimism and kindness, had endured what she did during the 18 years she was confined in this tower.

The chat rolled incessantly.

"Damn, I’m reminded again of Elizabeth begging the players not to let her be taken back in the demo... At that time, it was unclear, but now it seems, she was completely living under surveillance..."

"What the hell, even her first-period sanitary napkin was taken for research... How outrageous can Comstock be as a father?"

"Various peep shots over the years, being trapped in the tower year after year without a word of freedom, all her actions being recorded on tape... And that creepy human experimentation laboratory... My God, it breaks my heart..."

"I can’t take it anymore! Slay! Destroy all the riffraff of this world!"

As the chat rolled on, Dai had already stormed up the higher floors with his gun from the base of the tower.

At this point, the player passage had changed, with each door along the way reinforced more heavily and lock mechanisms filled with layers of pipes and gears, requiring various types of gears to turn in order to unlock, as secure as a bank vault.

Once Dai opened the door, what appeared before him was a space as narrow as an interrogation room.

There was also a sealed iron window.

Turning a lever on the side, the iron curtain retracted upwards.

After a long absence, Elizabeth finally appeared before everyone’s lens!

Unlike in the demo, she now had long hair, tied into a single ponytail with a rubber band.

Underneath a fitted white button-up shirt, she wore a long dark blue skirt.

What surprised everyone though was.

This interrogation room’s window was like a one-way mirror.

The players could see the vivid Elizabeth’s every move on the other side.

But she seemed unable to see the players, facing the window, vainly playing with her long hair, then making faces, looking as if she was in her own bedroom in front of a mirror.

Then, as if her gaze fell on her palm.

She held up her palm toward the mirror with a somewhat sorrowful expression.

Only then did the audience notice.

On that small and delicate little finger, there was a piece missing from the tip, now covered by a metal-made prosthetic finger.

After a while, Elizabeth on the other side of the one-way mirror picked up a photo frame of the Paris Tower placed in front of her, her eyes also showing longing.

The chat heatedly discussed.

"OMG! This AI is stunning! Foolish Bai’s expressions are just like a real person... My goodness!"

"Just those few actions, really capture the essence of a young girl’s daily life when she’s alone!"