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Chapter 5

Autor: Sugar Beans
The silence was deathly, broken only by the low hum of wind flowing through the vents.

My mother's hand shook so violently that the flashlight beam flickered back and forth between the words on the wall and the corpse that had written them, as though the light itself trembled in denial.

The explanations she had constructed for herself died in her throat.

A loud crash shattered the silence.

My father had dropped his glass of red wine, soaking the cuff of his lounge pants. He stared at the blo
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    The door to the basement swung open. The nauseating stench hit them like a freight train, just as it had the first time.This time, however, they seemed to smell something else entirely. They stepped inside slowly.The basement looked exactly as it had when they first discovered my body. The bloodstain had dried into dark, hardened grime. My father walked to the corner where my body had lain.He picked up the tattered T-shirt I had been wearing and pulled it over himself like a second skin. Then he sank into the corner, drew his knees to his chest, and assumed the same position I had.He chuckled. "This way, I can generate the same data he did."He pressed his cheek against the wall and brushed his fingers across the bloody message I had left behind."The wall is so cold. No wonder Bobby was always shaking."He was trying to imitate the victim in a desperate attempt to find some twisted form of salvation. Or perhaps he was pretending to become an extension of me so he could conv

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    The young policewoman slammed her fist onto the table, shot to her feet, and pointed a finger at my mother. "Where do you think you are? Your goddamn conference? You're not a social scientist. You're a murderer! You killed your own son in some stupid experiment!"The law doesn't give a rat's ass about your theories of evolution. All the law knows is that you've committed murder, and you're going to pay for it!"Her words shattered the defensive narrative my mother had built for herself. She opened her mouth to respond, but no argument came. None of her theories could withstand the judgment of either the law or basic human ethics.…The story made headlines the very next day: [Filicide in the Name of Education: Renowned Elite Professors Charged with Murder.]The article spared no detail, recounting everything captured by the surveillance cameras and the evidence investigators had gathered.Public outrage erupted almost immediately. The internet was overwhelmingly united in its con

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    The silence was deathly, broken only by the low hum of wind flowing through the vents.My mother's hand shook so violently that the flashlight beam flickered back and forth between the words on the wall and the corpse that had written them, as though the light itself trembled in denial.The explanations she had constructed for herself died in her throat.A loud crash shattered the silence.My father had dropped his glass of red wine, soaking the cuff of his lounge pants. He stared at the bloodstained lines of text, his usual composure replaced by utter bafflement and shock."This isn't logical," he muttered mechanically. "His breathing pattern appeared normal only yesterday. We were still collecting data yesterday... This has to be an act. A practical joke."He turned to the guests with a grimace that was meant to pass as a smile. "The subject's acting skills have become so refined that he used them to trick us into opening this door."No one responded. Whatever admiration they

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    Right before opening the second door, my father stopped and summoned the butler with a wave."Get everyone a gas mask, please," he said, covering his nose with a frown. "The basement bunker's ventilation is functioning properly, but the subject's personal hygiene leaves much to be desired. I'm sure the stench will be unbearable for our guests. I don't want anyone fainting from it."The masks arrived, and the guests slipped them on with surprising enthusiasm, as though they were attending a masquerade ball."Look at me!" one of them said. "I look like a BSAA member from Resident Evil, right? Guess which one."My father put on his mask. "Let's get this over with as quickly as possible. Our steaks will get cold."He turned the wheel on the door several times before the lock finally disengaged.A thick, overwhelming wave of stench rushed out to greet them. The odors of rot, blood, and excrement had festered together for three days. Even my mother frowned. She had not expected the sme

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