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The burning Pupil and Iris Membrane fell into the cracks of my Stretch Marks, and the barcode-like fissures suddenly began to flow backward. The fragments of the female officer's Iris got stuck in the broken Fallopian Tube Ligation Line, each piece refracting the Number from the Body Bag at the funeral home twenty years ago.
With fingers smeared in Cervical Mucus, I dug into the crevice of the Surgical Table, pulling out not a sponge pad but a Blockchain Key for cross-border organ trafficking. The tooth marks on the Key perfectly matched my Junior High school uniform Number, and rust oozed with the salty scent of Shuang Hua from the Cold Chain Transport Box.
"Destroy the evidence!" My Mother's high heel suddenly exploded, and a mini flamethrower sprang forth, targeting the reassembling Data Stream. In the air licked by flames floated remnants of financial accounts, each cluster of Flame reflecting my altered Death Certificate's Date of Issue.
The Fallopian Tube Ligation Line suddenly straightened into a Data Cable, inserting itself into the melting Body Camera of the female officer. The Bloodstain on the remnants of her uniform under her armpit suddenly developed into a 3D projection of a Dark Web transaction flowchart, with my Miscarriage surveillance Video Recording surging through veins.
My Stepfather's Crocodile Leather Shoes crushed the glass of an Incubator, and Rubber Particles exploded from the soles, suddenly suspending into a star map. Each particle was labeled with a Missing Girl's Social Security Number, piecing together the satellite tracking route of the Cold Chain Transportation vehicle under the Surgical Light.
"The Live Stream cannot stop!" Director Wang's glasses chain ensnared my falling Small Intestine, and from the chain links sprayed not blood but encrypted Organ Transplant records. The chip embedded in my Intestinal Wall began to automatically play audio—recordings I had stolen at fourteen during an assault.
The Electrode Pad of the Fetal Monitor suddenly flew up, sticking to my Mother's Silicone Mask that had burst at her cheekbone. The Titanium Alloy framework of her artificial skeleton revealed seventy-two Customs stamps from various countries, mixed with follicle fluid from my removed Ovary.
The glass shards in my molars suddenly resonated, cutting through my cheek as splattered Cold Chain Numbers transformed into a physical key. The key inserted into the tactical belt buckle of the female officer that was undergoing Carbonization, and a Bullet Shell flying out from the Magazine suddenly unfolded into fragments of an Organ Donation Consent Form.
"The bidding continues!" My Stepfather's Wedding Ring got stuck in my Cervix, which was gushing Evidence Chain. The barbs on the inner side of the ring snagged a memory card from the Cold Chain Transport Box's dashcam. The light refracted by diamonds pierced through the operating room wall, projecting onto the corridor the last images of Undercover Police before their extermination.
The female officer's exploding Compound Eyes and Remains suddenly coalesced into a projector; Blood Pearls gushed from my Fallopian Tube and transformed into Holographic Evidence. Each drop of blood wrapped different years' Embryo Transport Agreements, with ink stains seeping from their edges being none other than my Mother's Surrogacy Contract fingerprint ink.
My Mother's high heel suddenly reversed direction, and a Shoe Nail pierced her own Temples. The splattered brain matter crystallized in mid-air into a Data Cloud, within which flickered the IP Address of a Dark Web Server, each digit composed of my Miscarried Fetus's DNA sequence.
"It has to be alive!" Director Wang's Expander suddenly plunged into his own throat, while a Metal Clamp bit down on the transmitting auction Data Stream. What surged from his esophagus was not blood but Cord Blood Samples from seventy-two embryos, each tube labeled with different Dark Web Buyers' Cryptocurrency Keys.
My torn Ovary suddenly swelled into a spherical Screen, capturing the footage of my Junior High homeroom teacher tampering with my Student Record. His Signature Pen leaked Refrigerant from its Moisture Chamber, and the test paper it pierced was a copy of the Organ Donation Consent Form.
My Stepfather's Crocodile Leather Shoes spontaneously ignited, the charred leather pattern revealing a Watermark from a Cross-Border Logistics Order. Flames surged up to the ceiling along the Surgical Table and Cotton Wool, branding the Embryo Transport Capsule Number in everyone's Retina.
"The Evidence Chain is complete!" The female officer Carbonization suddenly grasped my falling Small Intestine, and the Recording Chip embedded in its Intestinal Wall began to upload automatically. The Dark Web Live Room suddenly lagged, with all Tip Amounts transforming into Red Notice Numbers scrolling across the Screen.
My Mother’s Real Face beneath the Silicone Mask pixelated, each color block corresponding to different years of Missing Persons Case Files page numbers. As she screamed, the Saliva she sprayed crystallized in the air, forming biological evidence that implicated the Organ Trafficking Organization.
Director Wang's Lens shattered unexpectedly, and the Frame turned into handcuffs locking his hands as he operated the Dark Web Terminal. Lens Shards pierced his Pupil, projecting the Encrypted Transaction Record directly onto the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain in the operating room, each data point marked with a Watermark containing my DNA information.
My Stepfather's Wedding Ring melted into Liquid Metal, flowing upstream through my Fallopian Tube as I spewed forth evidence. The Precious Metal solution solidified into a Blockchain Node on the Uterine Wall, synchronizing all Criminal Evidence to Interpol's Cloud Server.
"No—" My Mother’s Wig suddenly ejected Refrigerant from a Cold Chain Transport Box, freezing the Data Stream that was uploading into Bing Ling. As Bing Ling shattered upon hitting the ground, each fragment reflected the True Face of different Dark Web Buyers, their Pupil and Iris burning in unison.
The female officer Carbonization's Torso emitted an alarm red light; what burst forth from her broken Rib was not a Rib but a ten-year-old encrypted Narcotics Officer's will. The yellowed paper soaked up my Menstrual Blood, revealing a High-Level List of the Organ Trafficking Organization under the Surgical Light.
The Glass Teeth I bit down on reassembled into a Data Interface, inserting itself into Director Wang's convulsing Temples. His Neural Synapse's Discharge Mode was real-time transcoded into Holographic Projection for courtroom Evidence Presentation, with each Brain Cell storing records from the Dark Web Bidding Record.
"Execute Clearance Procedure!" A Micro Bomb popped out from my Stepfather's Crocodile Leather Shoes Remains; amidst the flames, what splattered was not Shrapnel but Rubber Particles collected from various Missing Persons Case scenes over the years. Each particle carried my Epithelial Cells, spelling out an International Arrest Warrant Number in the thick smoke.
The Fallopian Tube Ligation Line suddenly snapped, its end transforming into a Data Stream piercing through the Live Streaming Platform Main Server. All audience devices simultaneously went Black Screen; when they lit up again, they had switched to a Cross-Border Trial Live Streaming Interface. I was rising from a pool of blood, slamming my evidence-filled Uterus onto the Plaintiff's Stand.
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