As a symbiotic being, I raise children amidst the chaos.

“Theresa, I have successfully notified the Schicksal headquarters. Now it’s up to them to arrange for the evacuation of the people in Siberia.” After a while, Patrick hurriedly arrived at Theresa’s side, stretched out his arms, and gave a big yawn.

"Sigh, I really don't know what's going on! I thought this was just a simple reconnaissance mission, but who would have thought we'd run into such a tricky situation... and it's even a Herrscher?"

"My God, this is terrible..." Patrick complained as he leaned heavily against the railing, his face full of undisguised frustration.

However, Theresa seemed not to have heard him at all. She remained rooted to the spot, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned slightly white.

"Hey, Theresa! Wake up!" Seeing that Theresa was not responding for a long time, Patrick became a little anxious and quickly reached out a hand and gently pressed it on Theresa's head.

Then she started kneading it frantically, like kneading dough, while muttering to herself, "Don't scare me! Please snap out of it! Please, please!"

"I understand!" Although Theresa had been lost in thought, Patrick's forceful shaking quickly snapped her back to reality. She crouched slightly and instantly escaped Patrick's clutches.

After finally breaking free from Patrick's restraints, Theresa straightened her body and took a deep breath, as if doing so would suppress all the unease in her heart.

Those deep blue eyes were still fixed on the direction where Chen Yuan and Xi Lin had disappeared, their gaze filled with complex emotions.

After a moment, Theresa finally calmed down a bit and turned to Patrick, saying, "Patrick, why don't you carefully check the details of the other floors of the Tower of Babylon according to our original plan?"

"As for me... I might need a little more time to sort out my chaotic thoughts." His voice sounded noticeably weary, as if he had just gone through a long battle.

Patrick nodded, indicating his understanding of Theresa's situation. He gently patted Theresa's shoulder and offered her words of advice with concern.

"Okay, I understand. But you also need to be careful. If you encounter any emergencies during this time, be sure to contact me immediately. Don't be reckless."

"Don't worry, I understand," Theresa responded softly to Patrick's concern. After Patrick turned and walked towards the upper levels of the Tower of Babel, she slowly moved towards a more secluded and quiet corner.

Upon arriving at this corner, Theresa first looked around before slowly squatting down and sitting on the ground.

She wrapped her arms around her knees, burying her face between them, looking like a wounded little animal, silently licking her wounds in a corner.

The familiar yet unfamiliar figure of Chen Yuan flashed through her mind again and again, like an indelible mark. Every movement, every word, appeared clearly before her eyes, making Theresa's already chaotic emotions even more complicated.

“Why…” Theresa murmured softly, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible to herself. A hint of confusion lingered in it. “Why did you become like this? Why did you take Sirin away? What was the point of all this?”

Just as Theresa was filled with doubt, a crisp notification tone suddenly rang out—"Beep...beep..." She was slightly startled, then came to her senses and reached for the terminal lying beside her. The screen lit up, displaying a communication request from Patrick.

Theresa frowned, wondering to herself, "What could Patrick possibly want from me at this hour?" But she quickly pressed the answer button and asked, "Patrick, what happened?"

Patrick's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, "There's no time to explain, Theresa, you need to come upstairs right now! There's something... well... difficult to explain! Anyway, it's urgent, you'd better come immediately!"

Before Theresa could ask for more details, Patrick had already abruptly hung up the call. Theresa's hand gripping the terminal tightened unconsciously, a strong sense of unease rising within her.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then quickly stood up and stuffed the terminal back into his pocket. He then sprinted towards the upper level where Patrick was.

Just as Theresa had finally climbed a few flights of stairs, she suddenly saw Patrick standing in front of a huge door, intently fiddling with an object that looked like a controller.

"Patrick, what happened? Is there some new news about Sirin and him?"

Hearing the question, Patrick turned his head slightly, but his hands did not stop moving at all, and he continued to quickly input some information into the mysterious controller.

"Well... you'd better see for yourself. It's probably impossible to explain it clearly just by talking." With a deafening roar, the incredibly heavy door behind them slowly began to open to both sides.

The moment the door was fully opened, Theresa finally saw the scene inside. She stared in astonishment, muttering to herself, "This is... a prison?"

That's right, what's in front of you is not an ordinary room, but a large-scale, fully-equipped underground prison!

Dim, yellowish light, like thin threads, hung down from the high ceiling, illuminating a long corridor indistinctly. On both sides of the corridor, countless cells were densely packed together, each one tightly closed.

Theresa swallowed unconsciously, her throat feeling dry, before slowly saying, "It's really strange. Why would there be a prison like this inside this laboratory?"

"Please...save...us..." This sudden, faint moan seemed to shatter the silence like a thunderclap, rang out abruptly as the two passed the dimly lit cell.

In an instant, Theresa trembled, like a frightened kitten, her fur standing on end. She screamed and frantically buried her face in Patrick's back, shivering. "The...the ghost has appeared!"

Despite the terrified Theresa, Patrick remained calm and composed. Without hesitation, he strode forward and reached the cell door in the blink of an eye.

However, when her gaze pierced through the rusty fence and she saw what was inside, her previously composed face instantly changed color, and her pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Inside the cell, a group of thin women lay scattered about. They were all dressed in tattered clothes, their bodies barely covered by dirt and blood.

Her face, which should have been youthful and beautiful, was now as pale as paper, devoid of any color. Her hair was disheveled and covered most of her face, but one could still see her empty and lifeless eyes through the gaps in her hair.

"What on earth is going on? Why are so many ordinary people imprisoned here?" Theresa frowned deeply, her mind churning with a multitude of questions.

Then, she turned her gaze to Patrick beside her, her eyes filled with urgency, eager to get some useful information and answers from him.

Patrick's face was now so gloomy it seemed to drip water, and he slowly said, "To be honest, I don't know the full details of the current situation either."

"However, just now, according to the data displayed by the terminal system I hacked, these poor girls are very likely... the so-called 'experiments' from the Babylonian laboratory!"

“Experimental…sample…” Theresa murmured to herself, repeatedly chewing on the chilling word. In an instant, an uncontrollable, nameless rage ignited within her.

Theresa's eyes widened in anger, her fists clenched, and she strode toward the iron bars in front of the cell. Once close enough, she bent down slightly, softening her voice as much as possible, and asked in a low voice.

"Girls inside, can you hear me? Please don't be afraid, because we've come here specifically to rescue you!"

Upon hearing this, the girls who had been huddled in the corner of the cell suddenly raised their heads as if grasping at a straw. A faint light flickered in their dull and lifeless eyes.

One of the girls, who looked a little older, responded with a slightly trembling and hoarse voice, her voice trembling with tears.

"Is everything you're saying true? We've lost count of how many long and agonizing days have passed since we were locked up here..."

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