Sun Hang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped forward.

He silently told himself in his heart that the airtight door didn't exist, and there was nothing on the path ahead...

After seven or eight steps, he opened his eyes and found himself in another corridor. Turning around, he saw that the airtight door behind him was still tightly shut.

"Hey... this ability is really handy, just don't know if it's a one-time thing."

Sun Hang looked around; this corridor was much wider than the escape passage from before, and doors began to appear on both sides of the passage.

Although most of these doors were locked, for Sun Hang in his current state, doors were merely part of the scenery, without any practical significance.

He didn't even bother to use the door and went directly through the wall into the first room on the right.

This should be a bathroom, with a row of dirty ceramic urinals on one side of the wall and three stalls on the other side.

The stall doors had fallen off, and Sun Hang could directly see inside—two stalls had squat toilets, and the other one outside had a wheelchair label, with the squat toilet inside replaced by a toilet seat... On this toilet seat sat a dried-up male corpse, crookedly.

The corpse was wearing an orange protective suit, which was standard equipment for research institute staff back then. The protective suit had several eroded and scorched marks, and a large hole was torn in the chest area.

This kind of protective suit was lined with wire mesh. Though not bulletproof, it had strong defenses against stabbing and tearing. It required tremendous force to tear open such a protective suit.

Sun Hang peeked through the hole in the protective suit and saw an extremely terrifying wound on the deceased's chest, with flesh torn apart, and even several ribs broken.

The tearing at the protective suit's opening was originally stained with blood, but over the years, the blood had long turned to powder and fallen off, leaving only the exposed, broken, and twisted wire mesh.

At the feet of the corpse lay a Nagant revolver. Sun Hang picked it up to check; surprisingly, this gun miraculously was still usable, although the cylinder was empty, with only the "click-click" sound when pulling the trigger.

Sun Hang noticed that the latch of the stall door, which had fallen off, was pulled shut... He could almost visualize the deceased's last moments before death.

Some monsters or experimental subjects from the research institute invaded, or rather, experiments within the institute went out of control. In any case, something unleashed a massacre inside the institute. The defense forces within the institute couldn't immediately eliminate or subdue it, causing massive casualties. This staff member received a near-fatal injury and, in despair, fled here, hid in the stall, and locked the door.

Although, to Sun Hang, this thin wooden door couldn't possibly hold back the monster capable of tearing open a protective suit, to the deceased, a narrow, enclosed space might have been the only thing offering him a semblance of security.

He was fortunate that the monster didn't chase him here; but he was also unfortunate because once he hid in the bathroom, his countdown to death began.

With the chest injury, an ordinary person would have died instantly. This guy probably injected some stimulant or adrenaline, allowing him to barely make it here.

But once the effects wore off, death would inevitably follow.

Perhaps he knew his fate was sealed, so he chose not to open the airtight door and enter the escape route, deciding instead to quietly await death here.

"Tsk... why didn't this guy leave any sort of farewell note?" Sun Hang searched the corpse inside and out, but found nothing except an old-fashioned fountain pen in his pocket and a handkerchief oxidized to the point of crumbling.

Sun Hang meticulously checked the skeleton again but found no signs of mutation, suggesting the deceased was likely a non-infected individual.

Which is quite normal, given that there were thousands stationed on the island back then, with only six hunters among them. Apart from them, the rest of the infected were only the "research subjects." This staff member clearly died shortly after the incident, making the infection probability very low.

Sun Hang was quite hopeful to find a few infected corpses; if not, even a few mutated carcasses would suffice... At least it would help him understand exactly what kind of accident happened back then.

The only valuable information at present is that within the abandoned research institute exists a monster capable of tearing open protective suits.

As for whether this monster is dead or alive, or still on the island, it remains unknown.

But in Sun Hang's view, he felt that the monster's combat strength shouldn't be too overwhelming... Otherwise, the person wouldn't have had the chance to flee here.

However, speaking of relative comparisons, the security equipment of the research institute personnel back then was quite outdated. Nagant revolvers, these antiques can now only be found in military museums...

Had they been equipped with uniformly modern gear, even if the institute couldn't be protected, the number of survivors might have significantly increased.

At least, this incident wouldn't have become an unsolved case.

Having thoroughly inspected the bathroom, Sun Hang twirled the revolver in his hand, and walked through the wall, into the next room.

This was a dormitory, with four steel-framed bunk beds against the walls, the bedding had already rotted away, a kettle with a woven protective cover was knocked over on the ground, and a little further away, a military shoe made of waterproof oilcloth was scattered.

Behind the door stood a gun cabinet, with no firearms inside, but several boxes of ammunition were placed there. On the second tier of the bunk bed diagonally opposite the gun cabinet, a helmet with the Siberian Federation army insignia was still hooked.

There was no corpse in the dormitory, and judging from the scene, no battle seemed to have occurred either.

This dormitory should have been prepared for the troops stationed on the island. Back then, Nameless Island was jointly garrisoned by the Siberian Federation and Xiazhou Federation's armies, with nearly half of the island's over five thousand population being soldiers.

"If connected to the escape route, then this should be the third underground level of the research institute," Sun Hang recalled the research institute's layout map in his mind, "Besides the military dormitories, there should also be two archives, one boiler room, and two warehouses on the third underground level... just unsure which numbered escape route I entered earlier... Hopefully, it's the number two route, as it's closest to the archives."

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