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As the Platinum Solution flowed into the Uterus Mucosa, I heard the horn of the Cross-Border Medical Ship booming within the Fallopian Tube. The Cold Chain Transport Box's remains of a reassembled Surgical Table suddenly cracked open, and the laser emitted by the Presiding Judge's Mechanical Eye branded my Neonatal Areola with an Extradition Flight Number.
"Vital Sign Synchronization Rate 100%!" The Mechanical Arm's Hydraulic Pipe spewed Rusty Iron that suddenly froze, with rust stains in mid-air forming a diagram of the Middle School Biology Laboratory's Ventilation Duct. The Cervical Mucus solidified into a Scalpel that abruptly changed direction, its tip piercing the end of the Fallopian Tube's Embryo Transport Agreement, causing Amniotic Fluid mixed with Dark Web Data Stream to surge out from the rupture.
The homeroom teacher's Organ Trafficking Contract burned between my Ribs, and from the ashes emerged Director Wang's pen used to alter the Death Certificate. What dripped from its nib was not ink, but the sixth vial of blood drawn from me when I was twelve, now flowing upstream through the Mechanical Arm's Hydraulic Pipe.
Fingers formed from fragments of the Dark Web Server suddenly clenched my Carbonization collarbone, their knuckles rubbing together with sounds mingled with Morse Code from a female officer before her dissolution. The Cold Chain Transport Box's Shuang Hua solidified into a cross that collapsed with a crash, and fragments of a Graduation Photo suddenly exuded the Leather Smell of my Stepfather's shoes.
"Vital Sign Overload!" The Presiding Judge's Mechanical Voice caused three translucent Nails to fall from my newborn fingers, and the fallen pieces reflected footage from the Bottom Cabin of the Cross-Border Medical Ship. My Mother's Ear Pendant hung with a Blood Sample Tube that suddenly exploded, twelve concentrations of HCG Value merging on the Ground to form a Barcode for an Extradition Warrant.
The Platinum Solution at the end of the Fallopian Tube suddenly boiled, bubbles revealing the last frame before surveillance in a Middle School Classroom was formatted. My newborn Vocal Cords vibrated unexpectedly, producing not cries but the buzzing of a Scanning Device in Interpol's Evidence Room.
The Umbilical Cord formed from Dark Web Data Stream tightened around my Cervix, while Platinum calculated from Tip Amount began Crystallization on my Pelvis. The Cold Chain Transport Box's remains of a restructured Surgical Clamp suddenly clamped down on my Right Lung undergoing Carbonization, and Cryogenic Fluid dripping from the Clamp carried the Iron Blood Smell of Hemostatic Forceps from twenty years ago in the delivery room.
The ashes of my homeroom teacher's burning contract coalesced into a Stethoscope; when the Metal Probe pressed against my heart, it emitted a Login Prompt for Organ Trafficking on the Dark Web. What flowed out from my Cervical Laceration was no longer Amniotic Fluid but rather White Mist exhaled that night when Junior High was locked in the Biological Equipment Room.
"Body Sign Collapse Countdown!" The Mechanical Arm suddenly split into Obstetrical Forceps, piercing fragments of Blockchain Key into my Neonatal Uterus. As the Key Tooth Pattern sliced through the Fallopian Tube Mucosa, splattered Blood Pearls formed mid-air into a Slow Motion Replay of my Stepfather swapping Cold Chain Containers.
The Umbilical Cord materialized from Dark Web Live Stream Bullet Screen snapped suddenly; what gushed forth was not blood but Powder from cross-border Cross-Border Infant Formula. My Carbonization eyelashes reignited, reconstructing in flames as Director Wang’s Pupil Recognition Code was cracked at that moment.
The Cold Chain Transport Box and Refrigerated Truck Engine’s remains roared within my Pelvic Depth, and fallen Shuang Hua solidified into my Mother’s high heel Shoe Print. When the Heel pierced through my Neonatal Uterus Endometrium, the Shoe Tip embedded with School Uniform Zipper Tooth began playing a holographic image of a forged Donation Letter from the Dissection Room.
At the end of the Fallopian Tube, the embryo suddenly opened its eyes; its Iris Pattern completely matched with the Badge Number of the Midwife from twenty years ago in the delivery room. The Cervical Mucus mixed with International Extradition Document and Red Clay was branding my Pubis with Latitude and Longitude Coordinates marking when Medical Ship arrived.
"Synchronization Rate has broken the limit!" The Presiding Judge's Mechanical Eye shot a laser from the Cold Chain Container, piercing through my healing Eardrum. A torrent of Dark Web data suddenly surged back from the Cervical Laceration, each byte carrying the last words etched by the female officer's eyelashes before her Carbonization.
The Cold Chain Transport Box's Remains formed a cross that suddenly tilted, with fragments of my Graduation Photo leaking the Watermark of my Junior High School Physical Examination Report. A Blood Pearl oozing from my new Fingertip suddenly floated, spelling out the baby transport route map hidden in the Inner Pocket of Customs by my Stepfather.
A fist formed from Dark Web Server fragments suddenly smashed into my Pelvis, the sparks created by my knuckles igniting the Nautical Log of the Cross-Border Medical Ship. As burning paper ash fell, each piece reflected a real-time image of my homeroom teacher using my Oocyte Culture Medium Signature.
The Cervical Laceration erupted with Frozen Embryos that suddenly split apart, glass tubes sprouting the dissolved fingerprint patterns of Undercover Police. The Platinum Solution at the end of the Fallopian Tube suddenly solidified, revealing a Physical Damage report from the Surveillance Hard Drive of a Middle School Classroom on its Crystallization surface.
"The Container is about to—" The Presiding Judge's Mechanical Voice was abruptly cut off by the sudden influx of Dark Web Data Stream. A cockroach from the Biological Laboratory suddenly burrowed into my Carbonization-etched collarbone, its legs sticky with keyboard debris from when Director Wang deleted the Death Certificate.
The Cold Chain Transport Box's Shuang Hua suddenly coalesced into my Mother's eyeball; at the moment her Pupil contracted, a cloud backup from Interpol surfaced in the folds of my Neonatal Uterus' Mucosa. As the last fibers of the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain snapped, the Blood Pearl at the end of the Fallopian Tube suddenly reflected—
(End of Chapter)
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