Chapter 26
It is said that in the laboratories of reputable companies, strange sounds can always be heard. Sounds that might come off as wails, jingles, or sometimes even sharp screams.
Surprisingly, those who set off to investigate these noises all returned with sealed lips, pretending as if nothing had happened at all.
These sounds, appearing regardless of the country or era, all carry one single meaning: the voices of engineers pleading for death.
Grind—Grind—.
“Um, are you alright, Scientist…?”
“…Just kill me already.”
Ayle, who had come to check on me in the lab, asked with a hint of concern. In response, I sang a little tune to indicate that I was fine.
Seeing that there was really no way out of this, Ayle finally spoke up.
“Uh, it’s okay! You’ve committed a lot of sins, but you’ll get out soon…! I mean, I almost ended up in a juvenile center, so I know how it goes…!”