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The torrential rain struck the cable stays, creating a haunting harp-like sound. Han Xiao's cashmere coat soaked up the rain, weighing heavily against the incubator. Three hundred meters away, Li Ce's shadow was fragmented by the high-voltage electric fence, the red light of the detonator in his hand flickering in and out through the curtain of rain.
"Every five minutes, the voltage of the electric fence will increase," Li Ce's voice echoed across the bridge, mixed with electromagnetic noise. Han Xiao's contact lenses displayed Lin Xiao analyzing the frequency of the electric grid—these modified industrial voltages could cause instant cardiac arrest.
Suddenly, a child inside the incubator began to bang against its walls, their pupils reflecting an unusual bluish-gray under the lightning. A piercing sound came through Han Xiao's earpiece; it was the abnormal fetal heart monitoring echo discovered three months ago in the pediatric clinic. As she stared into the child's pupils, she suddenly saw a memory fragment of Li Ce at eight years old: under the glare of fluorescent lights in a basement, a man in a white coat was injecting a transparent substance into his spine.
"You are on the experimental list too." Han Xiao tugged at her collar, revealing the "Б-1981" mark beneath her collarbone that glowed red in the rain. This mark was found in the changing room of the medical station and belonged to a multinational medical project, just like the barcode on Li Ce's neck.
The electric fence suddenly sparked. Li Ce's surveillance feed turned to static; this was Lin Xiao's signal to cut off the main power. Seizing the opportunity, Han Xiao pressed her recording pen, mixing Mozart's Requiem with a baby's cries—actually a recording she had replaced with that of Li Ce's biological mother’s last moments, hidden within an old tape from Stalingrad memorabilia.
Blood-Soaked Experiment
"Shut up!" Li Ce stepped out from the shadow of the bridge tower, his bulletproof mask cracking like spider webs. At his feet lay a silver briefcase, inside which twelve test tubes floated in cold light, each embryo specimen marked with a medical label reading "L-1979."
Mao Yixuan's divorce agreement was swept to Han Xiao's feet by a gust of wind. She caught sight of Morse code hidden within the property clauses; when deciphered, it turned out to be an EEG chart from when the child was one month old. As she tore open the layers of the agreement, an explosive green powder refracted rainbow light upon touching the electric fence—A Yong had preemptively replaced it with a fluorescent agent that revealed Li Ce's location.
"Your father treated us like lab rats." Li Ce’s surgical knife slipped from his sleeve, its handle engraved with Father Mao’s Russian signature. "These are original samples; you and I are both failures." The blade pried open a test tube’s seal, and the smell of formalin mixed with rain hit her face.
The child suddenly let out a high-pitched wail. At that moment when sound waves shattered the alarm of the incubator, memories pierced Han Xiao’s mind like shards of glass: twenty years ago in a laboratory fire, Zhou Mingli in protective gear mixing reagents, and frozen vials lined up side by side—labeled "Subject" and "Control Group."
"Don't let him near the child!" Lin Xiao's warning thundered amidst the storm. Li Ce’s palm pressed against the child's fontanelle; their pupils simultaneously expanded into eerie orbs. The cables of Cross-Sea Bridge groaned as an oil slick three kilometers long surfaced on the sea—a bizarre pattern formed by crude oil leaked by an oil company last night.
Deadly Truth
As Han Xiao lunged toward the incubator, Mao Yixuan's rubber bullet grazed her ear. Li Ce's right arm spasmed from the electric shock, yet a relieved smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Look at what my father truly left behind." His remaining left hand lifted the film, revealing the experimental log from 1979—detailing how to conduct a control experiment with twins using a neuroinhibitor.
As the distant oil tanker’s horn reached its peak, the child suddenly opened his eyes. His cries mingled with Li Ce's youthful voice: "Mom, let's go home." The crude oil in the surging waves outlined the burning laboratory, where the young Father Mao was placing two embryos into different Cultivation Chambers.
At that moment, A Yong's Sniper Rifle fired. The specially designed sonic bullet penetrated Li Ce's temple, scattering tissue fragments that formed a DNA pattern in the rain. As he fell, Li Ce mouthed a word in Russian to Han Xiao, the first word he had taught her when they first met: "свобода (freedom)."
The sea suddenly boiled as twelve test tubes automatically popped open. The floating embryos opened their milky white eyes and cried in unison. The child in Han Xiao's arms began to convulse, and a barcode identical to Li Ce's appeared on the nape of his neck—the very code from Renai Hospital's newborn registration system.
"He's synchronizing brain neurons!" Lin Xiao's scream pierced through the rain, "Those embryos are all neuroinhibitor receptors!"
Mao Yixuan tore open his shirt, revealing a scar where his father's chip lay hidden. When inserted into the Bridge Tower Control Console, the entire port area's lighting system went dark. In that darkness, Han Xiao heard the echoes of an explosion from twenty years ago and fathers arguing in Russian: "The control group must be destroyed!"
As emergency lights flickered back on, the oil slick had receded with the tide. Li Ce's body floated beside a pier, and the strange color in the child's pupils was fading. Han Xiao trembled as she opened the waterlogged experimental log; in the final photo on the last page, Father Mao and Li Ce's biological father each held a swaddled infant—the latter wearing a medical school ring once worn by Zhou Mingli in his youth.
Suddenly, a phone buried in the wreckage of the incubator rang. Upon answering, a voice altered by modulation said, "Look at the back of the agreement." Flipping over the rain-soaked paper revealed an invisible ink-drawn map of the medical station’s ventilation ducts.
As the torrential rain ceased, moonlight illuminated twelve shattered test tubes. On the glass shards, blood from the embryos' fingertips formed identical Russian words: "месть (revenge)." Han Xiao suddenly recalled that night in the delivery room when the anesthetist's gloves were stained with this very special developer.
"Let's name the child," Mao Yixuan said as he handed over the bloodstained birth certificate. In the morning light, "Mao Nianqing" shimmered with a faint golden hue—this name had appeared on the cover page of a diary burned along with Mother Mao, and its handwriting bore an astonishing resemblance to medical notes in the experimental log.
The ambulance siren grew louder as it approached. In the rearview mirror, three unmarked black sedans were closing in. The baby in her arms suddenly grasped her bleeding finger and pressed it onto the birth certificate—leaving a bloody fingerprint that perfectly matched a sample from twenty years ago’s experimental records.
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