"How could someone like Roosevelt, who's so afraid of death, conduct research in a place where it's absolutely uninhabitable, with heavy radiation and bacterial infection? Unless they're seeking death, no one would do research here, let alone within a few dozen miles." Xiao Qiao said casually, knowing Roosevelt's character slightly. "But, why is there a glass box here?"
She was utterly puzzled.
"Shh, lower your voice, keep moving."
Xiao Qiao's shoes tapped against the glass, the sound echoing slightly, forcing her to slow her steps. Bai Ye frowned, looking at the passage over twenty meters long, with glass on both sides, seemingly a corridor bridge made of glass.
An ominous feeling welled up within him; what would it be like here if there was electricity?
He shook his head, telling himself not to scare himself.
