Chapter 281
The existence of the dome was quickly discovered by the base's security personnel.
The base's director and management personnel quickly arranged for unmanned drones to investigate.
The dome was currently made of glass, but its hardness was completely different. The unmanned drones were equipped with weapons that continuously attacked the dome, but to no avail.
A few researchers also quickly boarded transport vehicles and arrived at the edge of the dome. The world outside the dome had been completely turned into a mosaic, like a black and white TV filled with snowflakes.
They had used various instruments to determine what this dome actually was, but the results they obtained were all ambiguous and impossible to determine. The only conclusion they could draw was that this dome had completely separated this area from the outside world, making it so that nothing from the outside could enter, be it light, heat, air, or sound.
Correspondingly, nothing from the inside couldn't leave either. If this matter couldn't be resolved in a short amount of time, they would have to begin constructing the ecosystem inside the dome.
"Oxygen, electricity, food, and personnel, all of these will become our problems" the blonde female researcher Ayesha told the director of Base C4.
There were over a thousand people living in this base, including researchers, security personnel, staff members, emergency response squads, secret service personnel, as well as the majority of D-class personnel. Of course, there were also a few mutated humans who had been taken in.
They were responsible for maintaining the normal operations of the base. Due to the dome, the base had already switched to internal power supply, but the internal power supply could only last for a week, and once the power went out, the entire base would be in grave danger.
It should be known that although C-class anomalies were relatively low in danger, it was only relatively low. Many of the anomalies' containment measures required the assistance of various instruments, and once the power went out, these anomalies would immediately lose their containment.
For example, C-4-51, codenamed Mad Ladle Killer, was a unique existence. Every once in a while, he would select a target, then persevere and use his ladle to hit the target again and again until the target was dead. Due to the ladle's relatively low attack power, this process could last for over 10 years.
C-4-51's danger level: 3, unknown level: 3, correlation level: 3, overall evaluation: C, in truth, as long as the anomaly's comprehensive data didn't reach two digits or above, it wouldn't reach a B-class evaluation.
Although C-4-51 had an undying body and the unstoppable ability to transmigrate, because his target was always a single person, not to mention the fact that each time he appeared, C-4-51's danger level wasn't too high.
According to various experiments, C-4-51 was most likely the embodiment of daily stress. Humans often had to deal with the stress of trivial matters such as cooking rice, cooking oil, and salt in their daily lives. Although these trivial matters weren't too troublesome, they were similar to C-4-51's constant smacking of the spoon. Although it wasn't serious, it was extremely painful.
If that was the case, as long as humanity continued to face the pressures of life, C-4-51 would never die.
Within Base C4, the containment measures for C-4-51 was to use a certain device to release a magnetic field to forcibly imprison the existence of this phenomenon within the containment chamber.
Aside from that, there were also anomalies such as C-4-36, the Witches of Destiny, C-4-63, and Santa Claus inside the base. All of them carried a certain degree of danger, although they wouldn't cause a huge commotion, that was only relative to human society as a whole. If they were to be released from the base, then the already troubled base would become even more dangerous.
"We need to make preparations as soon as possible, quickly establish contact with the outside world, and at the same time, think of a way to contain this dome" the C4 director solemnly said, then began to arrange various countermeasures.
He then sent out a few more emails, all of which had been successfully sent, but there was still no response. The C4 director didn't believe that the outside world didn't know about what happened here, but the emails could still be sent out. What was the reason for that?
"This matter is not simple." The director of C4 was reading through the various issues that had recently occurred within the base. He believed that nothing happened without a reason, even the most inexplicable anomalies had their own causes and effects behind them.
Using his authority, the C4 director continued to look through the various anomalies within Base C4, trying to find the ones that would be beneficial to the current situation. Blindly waiting for reinforcements from the outside world was no different from waiting for death.
The first day slowly passed. Inside the cafeteria, the various staff members were eating a little less food as they quietly discussed the dome outside. This kind of news couldn't be hidden, even some D-class personnel with relatively good positions in the prison cells were able to see the dome through their metal windows.
The news of the base entering a state of martial law had already been passed down, so everyone was still going about their duties. Several security personnel continued to patrol the prison cells of D-class personnel. From today onwards, aside from some necessary tests, these D-class personnel would be free to do anything for the time being.
Kevin was walking in the hallway with his gun in hand, subconsciously feeling a bit irritated. These security personnel were mainly selected from the military, police, and prison personnel of the entire world, all of whom had excellent professionalism. However, they were still human, not numb machines, so they naturally had their own needs.
Today was Kevin's rest day. The security personnel of the base were taking turns to rest. Normally, they would be on duty for a month, then rest for a week. If not for this incident, he would have already returned home, holding his wife and daughter.
Listening to the constant knocking sound in the prison cell, Kevin slightly slowed down his pace. For the past two days, the D-class personnel inside had been using their hands to knock on the edge of the bed. It was normal for these D-class personnel to make some noise out of boredom. In the past, there were D-class personnel who sang all day long, but as long as it was confirmed that it had nothing to do with the anomalies, the security personnel couldn't be bothered with them. In any case, these people wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.
However, Kevin was already feeling a bit irritated today, so hearing this monotonous and repetitive knocking sound, he became even more irritated. Standing at the door, he observed the people inside through the observation window, wanting to tell them to stop knocking.
Kevin had some impression of the people inside. For the sake of convenience, he had already looked through the files of these D-class personnel. Bart was a guy who had been sent here by his wife who loved to play with black sticks. He had heard that the fetal body that was dissected was also black in color.
Thinking up to this point, Kevin couldn't help but recall a while ago, when he returned home during the holidays, he discovered that his wife and a certain black man from her company had gotten a bit close, causing him to become even more irritated.
"Hey, stop your meaningless knocking," Kevin said coldly.
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