Scarlet Eyes.
These are the eyes of the Kurta Clan, renowned in the collector's world as one of the Seven Great Beauties.
Because of this, the Kurta Clan had always lived in seclusion, hidden away in a remote location.
Tragically, the Phantom Troupe found the Kurta Clan and massacred the entire village.
In the end, the only survivor was Kurapika, who had been granted permission to leave the village and thus escaped the slaughter.
News of the Kurta Clan's extermination was reported worldwide at the time.
Some of the details, such as the brutal killings of children, shocked many people.
They were horrified by the cruelty of the perpetrators.
Normally, the eyes of the Kurta Clan members were ordinary in color, but when they experienced intense emotions, their eyes would turn scarlet.
Especially in moments of extreme rage, the Scarlet Eyes would shine in their most vivid red.
At that moment, all one had to do was behead the Kurta Clan member to permanently preserve that breathtakingly beautiful color.
So when the Phantom Troupe carried out their massacre, they employed extreme torture, including on children, to provoke the pure-blooded Kurta Clan members into activating their Scarlet Eyes.
After slaughtering the entire village, the Phantom Troupe left behind a message pointing to Meteor City:
"We reject nothing, so take nothing from us."
This was, of course, another way to instill fear of Meteor City in the world.
By targeting the reclusive Kurta Clan, they also seemed to be sending a message: No matter how deeply you hide, we will find you.
However, in Morrow's view, the Phantom Troupe's attack on the Kurta Clan wasn't solely about instilling fear of Meteor City…
He suspected that the Scarlet Eyes, being one of the Seven Great Beauties, might also possess the conditions necessary to evolve Skill Hunter.
Thus, Chrollo had orchestrated the massacre, killing two birds with one stone.
Now, Scarlet Eyes had become an extinct rarity, their value in the collector's market skyrocketing.
Morrow hadn't expected to find a pair here.
If not for their overwhelming presence, he might have overlooked them entirely.
Other eyeballs were also displayed on the shelf, some deep blue, others emerald green, but unlike the Scarlet Eyes, these lacked the luminous quality and thus appeared far less striking.
"What… is this?"
Sanbica herded the hazmat-suited hostages into the room and immediately noticed the strikingly red eyes among the collection of preserved organs.
Morrow explained, "Scarlet Eyes, one of the Seven Great Beauties. To certain organ collectors, they're priceless treasures."
As he spoke, he picked up the glass jar containing the Scarlet Eyes, and an image of Kurapika flashed through his mind.
Where was the last survivor of the Kurta Clan now? What was he doing?
"Oh."
Sanbica was well-versed in human anatomy, but she only cared about an organ's research value, not its market price.
Holding the jar in one hand, Morrow said calmly, "Let's keep moving."
They didn't linger in the room for long. Following the orderly tomb passage, they soon arrived at the burial chamber where the coffin was placed.
Inside the chamber, connected by two straight tomb passages, stood several figures clad in hazmat suits. Morrow swept his gaze across the room, twenty-one people in total.
However, according to the hostage in his grasp, there were over fifty members dedicated to virus research alone.
The number before them was clearly insufficient.
This meant the remaining personnel must be deeper inside, down the other tomb passage, where the human experimentation area was located.
Upon seeing Morrow and the others burst in, most researchers in the room resigned themselves to fate. Yet beneath their transparent visors, their faces betrayed fear, despair, and expressions of unwilling anger.
Among them, one man stood out with a calmness unlike the others.
He removed his hood, revealing a weathered face with deep dark circles beneath his eyes.
This man was the Apothecarion, the lead director of the entire virus research project.
"You have no idea what you're interfering with..."
Unfazed by the firearm in Morrow's hand, the Apothecarion pointed toward the sealed glass coffin, his voice hoarse with fervor. "You are obstructing the birth of a monumental achievement..."
"One of the most fundamental principles of medical research is to do no harm."
Sanbica had already confirmed the truth of the human experiments from the hazmat-suited hostage. Now, her eyes burned with fury as she glared at the Apothecarion. "Your human experimentation violates international conventions..."
"Virus Hunter Sanbica Norton, is it?"
The Apothecarion cut her off with a dismissive wave, sneering. "Spare me your naive ideals."
Sanbica's eyes widened slowly, nearly consumed by rage.
The Apothecarion spread his arms, his gaze fanatical. "Humanity's greatest advancements have always been built upon sacrifice. You simply don't..."
Bang!
A gunshot abruptly echoed through the tomb chamber.
The Apothecarion's speech cut off mid-sentence, his face stiffening.
A fresh bullet hole bloomed crimson on his forehead.
"Gh..."
The fervor in his eyes froze, his widened pupils locking onto Morrow, who held the pistol steady.
Thud.
The Apothecarion collapsed, dead.
The remaining researchers in the chamber flinched in terror.
Morrow lowered his arm, tilting his head toward the stunned Sanbica. "So you actually enjoy chatting with people like this?"
"I—"
Behind her visor, Sanbica's mouth hung open slightly. She desperately wanted to say something, but words failed her, leaving her staring at Morrow in helpless bewilderment.
Morrow didn't press the topic. Instead, he pressed the still-warm barrel of his gun against the hostage's chest and said calmly, "Aside from the one on the ground, pick the colleague here who knows the most about the 'OG Virus.'"
"O-okay."
Trembling, the hostage slowly pointed at one of them.
Without hesitation, Morrow executed the rest.
The ruthless efficiency of his actions plunged the hostage into despair.
Unconcerned with his feelings, Morrow signaled for Sanbica to begin her interrogation, then strode toward the opposite tomb passage.
As expected, the remaining members of the research facility were hidden deeper inside, scattered across various rooms.
Morrow meticulously used En to locate them one by one, and shot them dead.
Once he had eliminated every last person tied to Nolan's organization, he finally saw them, the people locked in isolation chambers, suffering the ravages of the virus.
These were the lab rats used for viral experimentation. It seemed the age stages of the test subjects had been planned out, as the isolation chambers contained infants, children, adolescents, young adults, and elderly individuals on the verge of death...
Morrow paused briefly before silently turning back to return to the tomb chamber where the coffin was placed.
At that moment.
Sanbica had already opened the glass cover and was standing beside the coffin.
Morrow walked over and asked, "What did you find?"
"The OG Virus..."
Sanbica turned to look at Morrow with a frown. "It's related to Post-Mortem Will."
"Oh?"