My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 204 - 164 Death Melody_2

Chapter 204: Chapter 164 Death Melody_2

Then I wrote a will, instructing Meng Qingqing to write an autobiography for me in case I met with misfortune.

Poor writing skills didn’t matter; after all, we were direct blood relatives, and I hoped the autobiography would reflect well on me...

In 2035, inside the specially constructed P3-level biological laboratory at Changqing Biological, the first test mouse underwent a brief exposure to "death’s melody" at a low power. Then, we gradually extended the exposure time.

But the test subjects showed no changes.

Then came the dogs, monkeys...

As it turned out, there were no mutations, no madness; "death’s melody" seemed to have absolutely no effect on any creatures other than humans.

The second set of experiments involved the continuous exposure of bacteria and viruses in petri dishes.

These bacteria and viruses were all globally prevalent, representative types, including the "Rabies Virus" and various "X Virus" variants collected from all over the world.

However, as the experiments proceeded one after another, none of the viruses showed any sign of activation or other mutational phenomena.

This was both a relief and a disappointment to me.

If "death’s melody" could induce "madness disease" without any carrier,

then, unless all of humanity were sealed in vacuum packaging or went through a "Human Complementation Project" to patch this flaw, there was theoretically no way to prevent the apocalypse.

I hadn’t given up though.

To verify this, it was necessary to conduct the final group of experiments!

Yes! Actual human testing...

As the first "volunteer," Cheng Biao, who was well into his fifties, stepped into the laboratory, Ah Xing outside the door looked worried.

"This experiment is risky, you could die, are you sure?" I asked, my expression serious.

"Of course! You can’t expect the boss to do it yourself, right?

Though I don’t know what you’re up to, from the day you took us in, my life, Cheng Biao’s, has been yours!" said Cheng Biao, his hair graying as he patted his chest with a broad smile.

Before deciding to conduct the human experiment, I hesitated for several days.

I indeed considered being the first test subject myself, but ultimately, I rejected the idea.

An immature idealist might die tragically for their ideals, while a mature one chooses to live on, no matter how reluctantly, for theirs.

In a sense, if I failed, the world would be destroyed.

As for Cheng Biao, if the madness disease couldn’t be cured, he was likely to live only a few more years anyway. Becoming a test subject, then...

The cost-benefit ratio was extremely high!

"Fearless pioneer, the annals of human history will remember your contribution!" I said solemnly, patting him on the shoulder.

I locked him securely to the restraint chair in the lab, while Cheng Biao looked on somewhat blankly.

The sound wave emission device was fully prepared.

Leaving the laboratory, I watched through the isolation window.

If this experiment were to successfully activate "Patient Zero of madness disease," then at all costs, I would make the madness disease known to the public.

"Patient Zero of madness disease" was not only a living "truth" but also of great research significance for the pathology of madness disease.

Perhaps, by enlisting the whole world’s efforts, we could turn the tide in these last few years?

Once humanity became aware of the madness disease’s existence, revealing the truth about Ming Shen Star would surely become much more credible.

At that time, hundreds of missiles launching—it would be quite a spectacle...

As for the issue of my own safety...

I could just hole up in an underground shelter, weld shut every vent—Assassins have to abide by the basic laws of physics, right?

Drop a nuke on me if you have the guts!

However, just as I pressed the button to start the experiment...

"Swoosh! Swoosh swoosh!" Amid the faint sounds of something slicing the air, the lab technicians in white coats fell to the ground one by one.

Shocked and ready to record data, I stared as my colleagues collapsed around me, their bodies showing no apparent wounds.

Because it was so unexpected, the only bodyguard around was Ah Xing.

"Be careful!" he quickly took position in front of me, then charged toward the door...

However, after a few more faint swooshing sounds, Ah Xing’s body trembled, and he fell to the ground, limp.

With just a moment’s respite, I immediately entered "overclock" mode.

Lunging like a tiger, I dodged an incoming glint of cold light with more agility than an ordinary person could muster and awkwardly took cover behind a desk.

"Thud!"

Barely escaping with my life and still in shock, I finally saw a steel needle, glinting coldly, deeply embedded in the back of the chair where I had been sitting.

"Huh?" A man’s voice sounded surprised from outside the door, from within the darkness.

The Assassin!

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

Why? How could this be possible?

I hadn’t made any secrets public yet; I was just doing experiments here!

Why had the Assassin come at this time? This wasn’t how the script was supposed to go!

Through the glass’s reflection, I watched a figure stroll into my laboratory as if taking a leisurely walk.

A black trench coat, a wide-brimmed hat, and a black mask on his face—I couldn’t make out the details because it was a reflection.

But judging from his build and voice, this Assassin seemed to be a man.

The area outside the lab was eerily quiet, and the odds for the security guards at the door were grim.

"Who are you?" I forced myself to be calm, yet still crouched behind the desk, not daring to show myself.

"Who I am is not important, what is important is... why do you have our score?"