The sound of metal clanging echoed as it hit the ground.
I watched him tear off his protective suit, revealing electronic patterns spreading across his chest like Chen Pi Mycelium.
"Three years ago, in that car accident, do you know why I was the only one who survived?"
He snapped the data cable beneath his collarbone, and azure liquid splattered against the ice wall.
"My organs were replaced with Biological Chips long ago; even my tears are just Electrolyte with a predetermined pH value."
As the blast from the Cold Storage Door sent a rush of air flying, Lin Wanyi burst in on her Electromagnetic Levitation Board.
The QR code in her eyes flickered wildly.
"Teacher Shen, there are 47 seconds left for the Clearance Procedure!"
Shen Yanbai suddenly shoved me into the Liquid Nitrogen Cabinet, locking the Airlock with a motion reminiscent of when he protected me from creditors years ago.
Through the Bulletproof Glass, I saw him pull out the Data Cable from his Spine and elegantly pierce it into Lin Wanyi's Iris Chip, as if wielding a Jade Spoon.
In the explosion of azure liquid all around us,
His final words were frozen in the frost:
"Remember, the true Heat Level..."
At the moment the intelligent Countdown reached zero,
all data from the cold storage suddenly surged into the sensor at the back of my neck.
In excruciating pain,
my grandfather's voice echoed in my mind:
"Girl, can you taste the humidity of this Chen Pi Candy?"
It was a rainy night in 1998,
and five-year-old me was crouched by the Old Cellar, learning to distinguish the scent of mold—
at this moment, all sensory memories were being transformed into a Data Flood.
When the rescue team broke through the ice,
I was etching equations into the frozen ground with a Jade Spoon.
Shen Yanbai’s protective mask was covered in blood crystals,
his stiff index finger pointed at my chest,
while the Smart Diagnosis Device displayed that my heart's surface was covered with Chen Pi Mycelium-shaped bio-circuits—
those were the Taste Nerve Regenerator he had secretly implanted on his last night.
As the Biological Dialysis Machine emitted a buzzing sound,
I was using the Jade Spoon to pick at the scab on my fingertip.
Dark red droplets of blood fell into the Smart Medicinal Pot.
Suddenly, the Holographic Screen flickered to life, displaying the Old Almanac from 1988—
the day I was adopted.
Next to the yellowed date floated the childhood medical record code of Shen Yanbai.
"Miss Su's Hematopoietic Stem Cells chimerism rate is at 21%."
The reflection on the attending physician's glasses obscured his pupils.
"Do you know what this means?"
As the scalpel sliced through the skin at the back of my neck,
the scent of Chen Pi Xiang mixed with antiseptic invaded my nostrils—
this was the unique aroma of Shen Yanbai's laboratory.
The moment the Nano Robot streamed into the wound,
I saw a Rainy Night in 1999.
Six-year-old Shen Yanbai curled up in a corner of the Su Family Ancestral Hall,
his grandfather's trembling hand forced a Chen Pi Candy into his mouth:
"Eat it, and you will forget about your parents' accident."
The smart microscope displayed,
Those Chen Pi were mixed with Memory Blocking Strain.
"So I was also a test subject..."
I tore the Dialyzer line.
The Biological Chip projected a Blood Data Stream onto my Retina.
The Jade Spoon suddenly heated up,
the handle engraved with "Guangxu Twenty Years" cracked open,
revealing a Micro Holographic Projector—
what my grandfather had given me before he passed was not an Heirloom,
but a Memory Storage Device.
Shen Yanbai burst into the laboratory wearing a Patient Gown,
just as I inserted the Spoon into the Nape Interface.
Thirty years of Memory Data transformed into currents that penetrated my Spine,
and I saw the scene of him, at seven years old, bound in the cellar:
my grandfather holding a silver needle,
injecting Chen Pi Mycelium into his Temples,
while the Smart Monitoring Device displayed a "Brain Neural Reconstruction Success Rate" of 78%.
"You should have told me sooner!"
I smashed the petri dish,
the Mycelium writhed wildly in the nutrient solution.
“What heritage preservation? This is nothing but a living experiment!”
Shen Yanbai suddenly grabbed my hand and pressed it against his temples,
the subcutaneous Mycelium veins quivering beneath my touch.
“Feel this, these are the neural connections of the monsters cultivated by your Su Family.”
The Smart Security System suddenly activated the laser grid,
and Lin Wanyi's holographic image seeped out from the ventilation shaft.
“How touching, but unfortunately, the Experimental Data has already been synced to the cloud.”
Her shattered Iris Chip reassembled in the projection,
revealing the face of my grandfather in his youth—
that adoption was a meticulously planned genetic pairing.
The Jade Spoon melted into Liquid Metal within the laser beams,
and the dripping silver droplets suddenly coalesced into a key shape.
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