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"You really are monitoring me."
He pinned my wrist down as he injected the analgesic, the medical rubber gloves seeping a pale yellow liquid.
"The Intelligent Diagnosis and Treatment System shows that the burn area in your throat has increased by 15%."
I broke free from him and lunged towards the kitchen counter, scooping up the scalding broth with a jade spoon and gulping it down.
Amidst the excruciating pain in my esophagus, my smartwatch suddenly buzzed:
"Detected taste nerve impulses!"
A holographic screen projected a three-dimensional neural dendrite, displaying the atrophied fungiform papillae awakening—activated by a compensatory mechanism triggered by pain.
Lin Wanyi's sharp laughter pierced through the alarm:
"Teacher Su, is this a performance art of self-harm?"
She raised her phone to capture the blood seeping from the corner of my mouth, while gifts floated across the live stream, obscuring Shen Yanbai as he deleted data files.
The Smart Security Robotic Arm suddenly tightened around my neck.
As the Metal Joint compressed my throat, I heard my vocal cords emit a tremor at 279Hz—perfectly matching the resonance frequency of the residual Monosodium Glutamate.
“Evidence…”
I coughed up blood and pointed toward the ceiling, just as a hidden detection device lowered its spectral analysis probe.
Lin Wanyi’s meticulously styled Bangs was swept aside by a gust of wind, revealing the metallic interface of the Smart Beauty Enhancement Chip at her temple—this was precisely the signal receiver used to tamper with culinary data.
Shen Yanbai abruptly severed the power line of the Mechanical Arm, expertly pinching a droplet of blood seeping from my vocal cords with medical tweezers.
“You should have told me that the Throat Bone Flavor Identification Method would tear the mucosa.”
His action of writing formulas on the tablet, stained with blood, resembled how he taught me to calculate the temperature difference for Heat Level back in the snowy days.
As the live broadcast signal was restored, the entire venue erupted in chaos.
Lin Wanyi, slumped on the ground, had her colored contact lenses fall away, revealing a pulsating stream of data within her pupils—her irises were composed of countless dynamic QR codes featuring the Michelin Star logo.
As the blue flames of the intelligent incinerator consumed the last page of the Su Family Culinary Classic, my wristband suddenly grew hot.
Holographic projections formed a fragmented recipe in mid-air, and Shen Yanbai's access card materialized from the ashes, its singed edges perfectly outlining the seal of "A Spoon of Knowledge about Summer."
"You really came to steal data," Shen Yanbai's voice echoed through the cold storage's white mist, his Medical Protective Suit making him appear like a walking ice sculpture.
I clutched the access card and retreated toward the liquid nitrogen storage cabinet, my heel knocking over a reagent bottle that rolled across the floor, leaving a faint azure trail behind.
It was the fluorescent color in Lin Wanyi's eyes during the live broadcast.
When the red dot of the Smart Security System locked onto my forehead,
I suddenly yanked open the Cold Cabinet's sealing valve.
White mist at minus 196°C surged out,
and the Herbal Recipe handwritten by my grandfather thirty years ago instantly crumbled into crystalline powder,
only to solidify into Bing Hua the moment it touched his protective visor:
"You never mentioned that the cold chain preservation technique you taught me would be used to destroy evidence!"
He suddenly removed his visor,
the cold mist forming icy beads on his eyelashes:
"Do you know why the Smart Diagnosis Device can't detect your Taste Disorder Cause?"
His frozen fingers traced over the implanted sensor on my neck,
and a Holographic Screen suddenly popped up, filled with dense Nerve Block Records.
"Lin Wanyi's Beauty Enhancement Chip emits a Taste Interference Pulse."
The Cold Storage Alarm blared abruptly,
and I crashed into him as I lunged for the Central Control Panel.
As the data interface for the Jade Spoon was inserted, the entire ice wall lit up with a ghostly blue code.
The monitoring records that had been deleted by Shen Yanbai were being restructured, and within the holographic image, the scene of him tampering with the sensor in the storage room late at night was brutally clear.
"You have the blood of the Su Family running through your veins, yet you are helping them bring down the Time-Honored Brand?"
I broke off a Cryogenic Tube and pressed it against his throat, the ice crystals that had formed on the tube were from his own developed Neuroblocking Agent.
He suddenly let out a mocking laugh, grabbing my hand and pressing it against his carotid artery. The protrusion of the subcutaneous chip pressed against my palm.
"See who the real Non-Heritage Executioner is."
Just then, my Smartwatch vibrated, and biometric data revealed a shocking conclusion—the chip number on his neck matched exactly with the dynamic QR code in Lin Wanyi's pupil.
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