It appeared that this serial killer had significantly impacted Peter’s supposed genetic experint. The motive of the serial murderer in killing Sophia was to protest against Peter and those who supported human genetic modification.
"The wolf has a winning ga when the shepherds quarrel," I said sternly.
At first, I was reluctant to expose Juliet. However, her repeated attempts to harm left with no choice.
I threatened Juliet by pulling her hair. "I’ll see how you manage to escape this place without relying on any cheating devices. Did you lure us here on purpose just to kill ? You can attack ... But if you try to harm Dexter, I won’t hesitate to kill you."
A flicker of fear and shock crossed Juliet’s eyes. She uttered in a quivering voice, "You..."
She vehently denied her thoughts. "No way, you can’t be Sophia. She’s already dead..."
"I didn’t intend to lure you here. Quinn..." Juliet tried to say sothing but was interrupted before she could finish.
"Sophia!" Dexter appeared behind , searching for .
I imdiately let go of Juliet and stood up. Turning around, I greeted him with a smile.
Dexter rushed over in a panic and embraced tightly. "I’m so relieved that you’re alright." "What happened over there?" I asked.
"There was a trap on the ground. Soone fell in and broke his leg," Dexter explained softly.
I nodded. "Dexter, do you find this amusent park familiar?"
He took a deep breath. "Yeah... It’s a replica of the one in the orphanage."
"What’s the murderer’s purpose?" I asked.
Dexter cast a sinister glance at Juliet. "Punishnt... Back then, there was a child nad Benjamin White at the orphanage. He was bullied by them. One day, he was forcefully pushed out of a moving roller coaster. His legs were trapped in the machinery and broke."
He lost his legs and was sent to a school for the disabled. No one had heard from him since.
Juliet instinctively looked away. "It was Howard and the others who bullied Benjamin."
"Toot-toot! The roller coaster is approaching. Everyone, fasten your seat belts and prepare to go! Three, two..." The eerie voice sounded once more.
Dexter instinctively wrapped his arms around and stepped onto the platform of the carousel. The mont the countdown reached zero, the floor tiles imdiately started flipping.
Juliet sat on the ground, with open floor tiles in front of her feet. She was fortunate enough to keep her, legs raised. Inside the floor tiles, there was a trap with a rotating knife. If she fell, both of her legs would be cut off quickly.
There was another scream coming from over there.
Dexter and I hurried over. We saw a man who used to live at the orphanage fall into a trap with one leg.
"Everyone, find a safe place and quickly get on the rotating chairs on the carousel!" Zion shouted in panic as he asked everyone to find a seat.
The two injured individuals were pulled to a place of relative safety. However, they had lost a significant amount of blood, and the treatnt conditions here were inadequate. Simply attempting to make it to the first floor would result in their deaths.
"Hahaha... This is so much fun." The laughter ca from the speaker.
Zion couldn’t contain his emotions and shouted into the air, "Get out! Stop pretending! Even if they deserve to die, it’s not your place to judge! They’ll face the consequences they deserve!"
The eerie voice chuckled mockingly at Zion. "How naive, Officer Landon. Do enlighten , how do you plan
on delivering justice to them? When Benjamin claid the first row of the roller coaster, they covertly unfastened his seatbelt and pushed him out while the ride was in motion.
"That’s murder, Officer Landon. How are you going to punish them?" The strange voice scread hysterically.
As I listened to Dexter’s heartbeat, an inexplicable pain surged through my heart. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of nightmare people like Dexter and Sion, who were incompatible with those demons, had experienced.
Dexter lowered his head, and his gaze locked with mine. His eyes darted restlessly as he whispered, "Sophia... they’re not innocent."
"Let’s play hide-and-seek. You have 30 seconds to hide. But be warned, whoever is found... will die!" The eerie voice reverberated as the countdown started.
The man urged us all to hide. Without hesitation, Dexter gripped my wrist and led to take cover in the space under the carousel.
"Ten, nine, eight... Three, two, one... I’m coming out..."
Not far away, a stone wall opened. Ten people erged wearing strange masks and holding chainsaws. With their strong arms, they looked like hired killers. "Are you hiding well? Don’t let find you."
"Hide well... The roller coaster is about to start." Once again, the eerie voice resurfaced.
Unlike the chanical recordings on the 17th or 16th floors, this voice changer was undoubtedly operated by a living individual. It beca evident that this person was certainly one of the murderers. "There must be more than one person behind such a grand spectacle," I whispered with a frown. I even suspected that there was an organization or a gang behind it.
"It’s not just one person," confird Dexter.
"Countdown begins. Three, two, one..."
The countdown finished, and the ground chanisms started moving randomly. Dexter and I hid under the carousel, and the floor tiles underneath us also opened up. If I hadn’t reacted quickly, I might have found myself dangerously close to falling.
Soone noticed the floor tiles shifting and hurriedly fled from his hiding place with a shout.
He was in big trouble. Now, all those people’s gaze was focused on him.
"Help!" the man cried out, desperately attempting to escape.
Over there, the floor tiles under Violette’s feet also moved. Zion held her in his arms, fortunately preventing her from falling.
Unluckily, Carol’s scream of fright led those people to discover her. They were all hiding in a cabinet, and now, they were basically exposed.
Joel had no other option but to co out. As he observed the few of them acting separately, he contemplated devising strategies for the imminent battle.
"Our weapon isn’t easy to use," Joel cursed.
Zion sheltered Violette before walking out. "There’s no other choice. We must face this head-on and fight..."
Before he finished speaking, his ax was cut off by soone else’s chainsaw.
"Help!" At this ti, Joel also scread and pulled Zion away to safety.
Dexter and I crouched down in the cramped space, and I nearly nestled into his arms. A look of contentnt crossed his face.
We were in a murder scene. Please, could he be more serious?
"Sophia..." I couldn’t believe Dexter was still in the mood to flirt with at this critical mont.
I lowered my voice even further and lightly tapped his forehead. "Shut up... Joel can’t hold on any longer."
Dexter didn’t seem to care. He simply embraced and caressed , like a loyal dog reuniting with its master.
"You..." I let out a sigh, feeling less angry than I had anticipated.
I gently patted his head and whispered, "Take cover here while I separate them."
I comforted him and wanted to leave. When I left, I was stunned, feeling like it was always my instinct to protect him. But before that, wasn’t I always seeking his protection?
Dexter hugged even tighter. As he raised his gaze, I could see the intensity in his bloodshot eyes. It seed that Sophia had always been exceptionally protective of him in the past.
"Don’t make ... wait any longer." His voice was hoarse yet trembling.
He said not to make him wait any longer.
"Sophia, you often ask if genetically modified humans are still human But the irreplaceable elent of human beings is emotion, which can’t be replicated." With emotions, they were truly human beings.
This was what Sophia had always wanted to prove. As long as she had emotions, she would be normal and could find reasons and motivation to live.
The side effects of genetic modification included the developnt of depression, the loss of motivation to live, and individuals being influenced by a strong urge for self-destruction and suicide. This should not exist as it went against ethics, morals, and even the laws of nature.
My body felt a bit numb, so I reached out and grabbed Dexter’s wrist. "Then let’s go out together."
Lately, I had been frequently experiencing a recurring dream where I pondered the nature of human consciousness. Was it carbon-based or silicon-based?
This thought challenged to consider whether consciousness could be transferred like a computer file, rendering the human body rely a vessel. If such a scenario were possible, then concepts such as reincarnation, rebirth, and even immortality might no longer be confined to the realm of Science fiction.
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