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The morning light sliced through like a rusty scalpel tearing apart a surgical antimicrobial curtain, while my carbonized vocal cords vibrated. Fragments of glass mixed with blood sprayed from my throat, spelling out the time and place of a cross-border organ trade on the jury's table. The gold tassels on the presiding judge's robe suddenly stiffened, piercing into my slipping small intestine.
Director Wang's glasses chain melted into liquid, pouring into the crack of my cervix. The metallic solution solidified into a blockchain key against the uterine wall as the dark web server's log surged from my mother’s carbonized brain grooves. The last remnants of her silicone mask pierced into my retina, each shard playing back the driving record of a cold chain transport box.
"Evidence HK-3072 is established!" The presiding judge's judicial hammer suddenly cracked open, spilling out seventy-two embryonic cord blood samples. The mist evaporating from the frozen tubes reassembled in the air as an Interpol red notice. The tactical belt buckle of the female officer expanded suddenly, sucking in the blood mist I expelled to create a DNA comparison profile.
The ashes of my stepfather's crocodile leather shoes reignited, and from the flames leaped an organ donation consent form from twenty years ago. The signature of my homeroom teacher danced across the surface of my torn ovary, every ink trace glowing with the fluorescence of cold chain transport box refrigerant. The steel string of the fallopian tube ligation line snapped suddenly, its end wrapping around Director Wang's wrist and leaving a steel imprint of the international court.
My mother's high heel began to melt, liquid silicone flowing back along the stretch marks on my calf. Those barcode-like scars suddenly glowed, scanning out a blockchain node for cross-border transport. The last danmaku from the dark web live room got stuck in the folds of the surgical antimicrobial curtain, expanding into an international extradition document with the amniotic fluid seeping from my cervix.
"Execute the extradition immediately!" The presiding judge's robe wrapped around my carbonizing torso, as pages from a code book sliced open Director Wang's carotid artery. Blood pearls sprayed into the air, crystallizing mid-flight, each ice shard embedding a missing girl's social security number. My stepfather's wedding ring remains exploded suddenly, platinum shards piercing into my mother’s pixelating pupil.
The scent of cold chain transport box refrigerant thickened abruptly as my carbonized vocal cords emitted their final vibrations. The arrest warrant numbers on the surgical antimicrobial curtain began to fall away, crawling along the blood flow down my inner thigh toward the witness stand. The fingers of the female officer undergoing carbonization softened suddenly, dipping in amniotic fluid to write down the physical address of the dark web server on the trial recorder.
The fallopian tube straightened into fiber optics, piercing through to inject the genetic sequence of frozen embryos into Interpol’s cloud. Residues from Director Wang's expander were reassembling on the jury stand, each piece of metal carrying an undercover police iris pattern. When my stepfather's crocodile leather shoes' ashes finally extinguished, I heard the blockchain node on my uterine wall begin global synchronization.
The morning light thickened suddenly, reminiscent of disinfectant poured down my throat that night when I was fourteen. The presiding judge's judicial hammer began to melt; liquid metal flowing from its handle was reconfiguring my death certificate. The last fragments of my mother’s silicone mask softened abruptly, wrapping around my slipping small intestine and stuffing it into an evidence bag.
The surgical antimicrobial curtain turned transparent; a body bag number from twenty years ago floated above it. My carbonizing ovary expelled its final blood mist as blood pearls rolled out fingerprints of my homeroom teacher on the witness stand table. The roar of cold chain transport box refrigerated truck engines mixed with classroom bells, forming a vortex at the crack in my cervix.
"All charges are established!" The presiding judge's verdict shook off the last piece of carbonized skin from me. Logs from the dark web server erupted suddenly from my mother’s cranial fissures as data streams shattered the national emblem on the court dome. Director Wang’s glasses chain remains stood upright suddenly, forming prison bars for holding serious offenders.
My slipping small intestine straightened abruptly; recording chips embedded in its intestinal wall began to play autonomously. My stepfather’s voice signing a surrogacy contract mixed with the ticking sound of cold chain transportation, coalescing in the center of the courtroom into a bing ling. As bing ling shattered upon hitting the ground, my mother’s high heel finally ceased burning, melting into a steel imprint on my birth certificate.
The steel strings of the Fallopian Tube Ligation Line suddenly struck up a birthday song, yet the melody resembled the clashing sounds of instruments during an Organ Removal surgery. The female officer's Carbonization Torso began to peel away, each fragment reflecting the last smile of the Missing Girl. I felt that what seeped from the crack in the Surgical Table was not Amniotic Fluid, but rather the button of my school uniform torn off by my homeroom teacher in Junior High.
The morning light suddenly took on a bloody hue, and the jury box began to melt. An Interpol Uniform Button rolled into my Carbonization abdomen, branding the Uterine Wall with an Extradition Flight Number. As the last piece of the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain turned to ash, I heard my shattered Vocal Cords vibrating, their frequency perfectly matching that of a baby Crying in the delivery room Twenty Years Ago.
The residual data from the Dark Web Live Room suddenly materialized, wrapping around a Cold Chain Transport Box filled with Shuang Hua's customs declaration, choking me. The last fragment of Director Wang's Expander pierced the Witness Stand, carrying my handwritten confession composed of my Cervical Mucus. My Mother’s Carbonization brain tissue suddenly expanded, spewing forth a decade-old tampered medical record.
At the end of the Fallopian Tube, a Blood Pearl suddenly floated, each drop reflecting different years of the Embryo Transport Agreement. The Presiding Judge's Robe suddenly tightened around my falling organs, while a Code page severed the neck artery of my Stepfather. When the homeroom teacher's fingerprints completely seeped into the courtroom Floor Tile, my Carbonization Ovary finally ceased its trembling.
Morning light passed through my dissipating Torso, casting Neonatal footprints on the defendant's stand. Suddenly, cries from Interpol’s cloud echoed with Seventy-Two Cries, mingling with the clashing sounds of Extradition Handcuffs as they fell into the fissure of my Cervix. As the final remnants of the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain brushed against my eyelids, I tasted the metallic sweetness of disinfectant mixed with colostrum from the delivery room.
(End of Chapter)
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