The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 390 - 307: Subway Train

Walking through the Amber Hall, I suddenly saw someone standing in the center of the floor. This time, it wasn’t a shadow.

"Who?"

"Me."

The other party replied. When I heard the voice, it was Little Red. What was it doing standing in the dark hall?

There was still some distance between us. I walked through several Amber Coffins to where it stood and discovered it was standing in front of an empty Amber Coffin.

This must be the empty coffin Chen Qinghan mentioned; in the entire hall, this was the only block of amber without anyone inside.

"What are you doing?" I approached Little Red and asked.

"She escaped." Though Little Red’s tone was plain, its expression looked a bit sad.

It could even mimic expressions now; the day when it’s indistinguishable from humans doesn’t seem far away.

"Who escaped?" I thought it must know the one who escaped from the Amber Coffin, so I hurriedly pressed for details.

"Wono..." It stuttered suddenly, "Patient No. 37."

Upon hearing the word ’patient,’ I thought to myself that Chen Qinghan had guessed correctly; all these people in amber were patients, each numbered.

"Did you come in to find her?" I naturally equated Patient No. 37 it mentioned with the girl Mike had seen.

"To prevent her escape, I periodically inject her with long-term sleep medication."

"Then how did she wake up?"

"The medication ran out. Last time, only a small dose was administered, but she awoke early."

I nodded secretly. Indeed, Little Red was not a combat-type robot. It might just be a medical type, responsible for caring for these patients, or rather, for a special patient.

"Can you tell me about her situation? Why did other patients die while she survived?"

Little Red looked at me, its eyes full of vacant confusion. After what seemed like a moment’s thinking, it understood my question.

"No one died, they are all still alive." Little Red’s reply surprised me.

I looked again at the people in amber. They had no breath, no heartbeat, and no other devices connected to them. Could it be... they were like me?

But Little Red’s next explanation dispelled my hypothesis. These patients’ bodies were indeed dead, but their memories remained. This artificial amber preserved their brains; they were stored here to wait for suitable bodies to be created, followed by memory transplantation surgery.

Of course, the surgery Little Red referred to was not the same as modern human surgical procedures. According to it, this type of surgery didn’t require incisions or opening the skull.

Since no one else was around, I asked it about the Life Water. If these people were waiting for surgery, what was the purpose of the Life Water?

Little Red said its work was to regularly fetch water, irrigating these artificial ambers to keep them active.

According to its timetable, it had just completed a round of work when we first entered the Scorpion Cave, injecting the last bit of sedative into Patient No. 37 and watering the ambers.

That’s why there were water stains visible on it. It had naturally passed through the Life Water area to get from its room to the ’ward.’

I then asked if it knew about the existence of living corpses. Those two living corpses roamed the ’ward’ and corridor. As the ’duty nurse,’ it wouldn’t be right if it didn’t know.

Little Red answered that it did know, but its job was to care for patients and didn’t include harming intruders. It couldn’t take action on its own.

"Don’t the two living corpses bother you?" I asked.

"No." Little Red’s answer was straightforward.

Living corpses usually only attack the living and have no reaction to dead objects, not attacking Little Red was normal.

It’s just that they coexisted in the same environment, with neither side interrupting the other’s work, which was indeed quite fascinating.

This also proved that Little Red could only save lives and didn’t have a program for harm.

"And what about your creator? Do you know what you are?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Mom..." Little Red froze again, its CPU taking what seemed like five minutes to process the information, "died."

Its tone didn’t reveal any sadness as it said this, yet its realistic little face scrunched up as if it were about to cry.

"Uh, so, you said how Patient No. 37 managed to escape?" I hurriedly changed the subject.

"Top secret." Little Red left me with just these two words and then fell silent.

I felt a headache coming — one couldn’t threaten or tempt a robot, and frightening it probably wouldn’t work either, unless we could disable its programming related to confidentiality.

"Alright, you must know the road outside the ward, is that a secret too? If not, could you disclose whether it leads directly to the Ancient City?"

"It leads straight to the city center."

"Can it still be traversed now?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Uncertain, it was passable 3,920,624 days ago."

"Cough, cough..." Must you be so precise?