"It's over."
Big Face Cat looked at Lin Xian with regret:
"It's over, another one has gone mad."
"Huh?"
He suddenly paused and scratched his head:
"Why did I... say 'another'?"
By the door.
Liu Feng and Chen Heping were dumbfounded, staring at the handwritten 42s filling the entire space, unable to move.
The visual impact was truly overwhelming.
The once white floor, walls, ceiling...
Were now completely covered with countless numbers 42, ink filling every corner, turning the entire underground laboratory black!
"This is..."
Liu Feng's heartbeat quickened, his breathing became rapid.
With trembling arms, he steered his wheelchair to the wall, getting closer and closer to examine the black swarm-like markings.
Unimaginable.
In such a large space, with so many dense numbers, how much time and patience it must have taken to write it all.
Various sizes of 42, crisscrossed, crooked, yet not a single one overlapped even a bit.
This indicates.
