Chapter 15 — My House Is 42 Degrees Hot, Turns Out It's A Horrifying Plot

Has a checkered pattern. In the lower right corner. Looks like... Looks like there's something embroidered on it. A string of letters and numbers. At that time, the situation was too chaotic. I just glanced at it once. Don't pay attention. But now think again. That string of characters could very well be... I suddenly opened my eyes. Try to dig deep into your memories. Find that faint trace again. Looks like... L-A-Z-A-R-U-S. People die and come back to life in the Bible. There seems to be a series of numbers on the back. Is it his birthday? Or some anniversary? I can't remember. But from that Lazarus. Again like a bolt of lightning. Ripping away the fog in my head. Those are absolutely not words that normal people would use. It is full of hidden meanings. It's the code name of a giant plan. I sat up straight. Fingers hovering over the keyboard. I feel like I'm only one step away from the truth. Time seemed to drag on endlessly. Inside the abandoned bus. Only the sound of my heart beating rapidly remained. I stared at the cold white text on the screen.

“Please enter your security key.”

I can almost feel it. Behind that layer of encryption. Hiding is a monster ready to devour anyone. Vuong Cuong's handkerchief. The words "LAZARUS" are embroidered on it. Like a key. Opened the door of memories in my head. I closed my eyes. Try to remember that scene. Apart from this word. There is also a series of numbers. In the end, what is the sequence of numbers? I sketched the handkerchief again and again in my head. Its material. The folds. And a small symbol embroidered in the corner. The format of that number sequence is very special. Do not write consecutively. In the middle there seems to be a separation symbol. Not date of birth. People like Vuong Cuong will not use personal information as a security key. So what is it? Suddenly I remembered. In the engine room there. All server cabinets are numbered. On the cabinet is his central control computer. There is a very prominent sticker. It read: LZRS-CORE-077 That string of letters was like an electric current running through my brain. My hands no longer shake. I took a deep breath. Type each character on the keyboard. Press Enter. The whole world seemed silent. The screen suddenly flickered. Black dialog box. The cursor flashes. Line asking to enter key. All gone. Instead. Is a file management interface. A series of encrypted folders. Arranged neatly like tombstones. I opened Pandora's box. My heart beat violently. As if wanting to burst my chest. I forced myself to calm down. Click to open the first folder sorted by last edited date. The folder name is a meaningless, chaotic string of characters. There are many more subfolders. Named after people's names and dates. My fingers trembled as I opened one of those folders. Along with a series of PDF documents. I opened a video. The image starts running. No sound. The lens appears to be fixed. Like secret surveillance cameras. In the picture. It is a hospital room that looks like a high-class private hospital. An old man lies on a hospital bed. The whole body is filled with wires. On the monitor screen. The line of survival has turned into a straight line. Several people wearing white blouses entered. They did not perform first aid. Just calmly pushed the old man's body into a giant metal compartment. Looks like a hibernation chamber. They closed the door. Screen Countless lines of data appeared that I couldn't understand. The video ends. A cold chill crawled down my spine. That's not saving people. Which is like... Processing data. I opened another document. That's the customer profile. Details of a billionaire. Social relationships. And all his bio data. From DNA sequence. Up to the brain wave map. On the last page. There was a bright red seal. On it is written: Project Lazarus – Phase One completed. I was dumbfounded. This is basically not mining. Nor is it a normal underground operation. This is a huge plan. Terrible. And evil to the extreme. They are collecting data of billionaires who are close to death. Looking for a way to prolong their existence in some way. Digital immortality? Cloning? My hands and feet are as cold as ice. I opened the third video. The frame appears inside a giant chamber that resembles a culture dish. In a layer of light yellow nutrient solution. Soak a... An incompletely developing human body part. One heart. It is beating very softly. But regularly. Below the storage compartment. There is an information label attached.