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Holding my mother's tear-stained diary, I felt no fatigue, only a chilling, almost frenzied determination.
Dawn dispelled the darkness, but my world had just plunged into an abyss.
That address, a clue left by my mother at the cost of her life, burned into my soul like a searing brand.
I could not wait.
I took a leave of absence, claiming to be unwell, avoiding everyone's inquiries.
Lu Li sent me a message expressing his concern; I simply replied that I was resting at home.
"Take care and rest well. Call me if you need anything."
His concern sounded particularly jarring at that moment, carrying a complexity I could not decipher.
What was his true identity? How much did he know?
Those questions coiled around my heart like venomous snakes, but I knew this was not the time to explore them.
All answers pointed to that mysterious address.
I spent the entire day confirming through various channels that the address led to an abandoned factory area on the outskirts of town.
As night fell once more, I disguised myself and drove there.
The neon lights flashing outside the car window blurred into twisted colors in my eyes, mirroring my chaotic emotions.
The terrifying scenes described in my mother's diary, the man in glasses from the photograph, and the words "perfect specimen" haunted me like a nightmare.
By the time I arrived at my destination, the night was as thick as ink.
The abandoned factory cast enormous shadows under the moonlight, exuding a cold and desolate atmosphere.
The air was thick with dust, rusted metal, and an indescribable stench of decay.
Following the secret signs left by my mother, I searched for a concealed entrance on the outskirts of the factory area.
The diary did not explicitly state where the entrance was, only mentioning "forgotten corners" and "special markings."
I weaved through abandoned equipment and crumbling walls, my heart racing as if it might burst from my chest.
The mark my mother left was a small symbol carved into a stone, nearly blending in with the surrounding moss.
It was hidden behind a pile of discarded pipes; without a careful search, it would have been impossible to find.
I shone my flashlight on the symbol, and a scene flashed through my mind of my mother carving it.
She must have faced great danger to leave this clue here.
Next to the symbol, she had also etched several faint numbers, resembling a simple password hint.
Using some information from the diary about her work habits, I began to combine possible numbers.
Finally, after entering the last sequence of digits, a seemingly solid wall emitted a dull mechanical sound.
The wall slowly moved inward, revealing a narrow, dark passageway.
There were no doorknobs or keyholes; this entrance relied entirely on hidden mechanisms and codes.
It truly was a place that had been meticulously concealed.
A cold, damp breeze surged from deep within the passage, carrying that pungent odor I had sensed earlier.
I took a deep breath, tightly gripping the self-defense tool I carried with me, and stepped into the darkness.
The passage was long and narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through.
The walls were cold metal, and touching them brought an unsettling sticky sensation.
My footsteps echoed in the silent corridor, sounding particularly loud, as if reminding me that I was an unwelcome guest.
As I ventured deeper, the pungent odor intensified, a mix of disinfectant and something rotten.
At the end of the corridor stood a heavy metal door.
There was no lock on the door, only an electronic keypad.
My mother's diary did not mention the password for this place, but it did note that the security system was activated by "sound frequency."
I recalled the specific sound frequency emitted by a certain device in the laboratory that my mother had documented.
I played an audio file on my phone that simulated that frequency and directed it at the keypad.
After a faint crackling sound, the metal door clicked open.
The sight beyond the door made me feel as if I had fallen into an ice cavern.
It was a vast underground space, dimly lit, resembling a scene from a horror movie.
The sharp odor in the air peaked here, mingling the scents of formaldehyde and blood.
Metal dissection tables and glass containers filled with indistinguishable objects surrounded me.
Various experimental instruments I had never seen before cluttered the room, glinting with a cold metallic sheen.
Most chilling of all were the specimens hanging on the walls... human organs.
No, they weren't specimens; they looked too fresh, with even traces of uncoagulated blood visible.
A churn of nausea rolled in my stomach, nearly making me vomit.
This place was nothing short of hell.
Was this where my mother worked? What had she seen? What had she experienced?
Fear and anger surged within me like wild weeds, but I forced myself to calm down.
I had to find the evidence my mother left behind.
I navigated the laboratory cautiously, trying not to touch anything.
The only sounds were my own rapid breaths and heartbeat.
I noticed that despite the terrifying environment, the equipment here was remarkably advanced, far beyond that of an ordinary lab.
My gaze was drawn to a massive server cabinet.
Instinct told me that the information about the "Perfect Specimen" project mentioned in my mother's diary was likely hidden here.
I hurried to the server and attempted to hack in.
As a forensic expert, I had some knowledge of data recovery and information technology.
Using some terms from my mother's diary and possible passwords she might have set, I began my attempts.
Once, twice, three times...
Failure, failure, still failure.
Cold sweat trickled down my forehead.
Just as I was about to give up, a strange symbol she had casually drawn while describing a failed experiment flashed through my mind.
I tried to input the sequence using the stroke order of that symbol.
On the screen, the words "Password Correct" appeared.
My hand trembled as I clicked open the folder.
"Perfect Specimen Project."
Inside the folder were numerous documents, images, and videos.
I quickly skimmed through them; the content was even more shocking than what my mother's diary had described.
This was not an experiment; it was a living human transformation!
Surgical records, data sheets, and photos and videos of the test subjects.
They were numbered, treated as objects, and subjected to horrifying modifications against their will.
I saw those "perfect" metrics: muscle strength, nerve response speed, bone density...
They were pursuing a kind of "perfection" that transcended human limits.
And most of these test subjects were... missing persons!
My gaze suddenly fixed on a list.
The first line of the list boldly displayed my mother's name!
She was not a participant; she was one of the test subjects!
A wave of immense sorrow and anger instantly engulfed me. I covered my mouth, letting out a suppressed sob.
I saw a photo of my mother with her number; she looked so weak, so helpless.
Immediately, I saw my name again in another document.
Su Nian.
Behind my name, it read, "Potential Candidate, High Genetic Match."
They had been watching me all along!
Not only had they taken my mother, but they also planned to take me!
Anger erupted within me like a volcano, incinerating all my fear and sadness.
I stared at the screen, my fingers trembling as I tried to save this evidence.
Just then, a cold and disdainful voice came from behind me.
"You are quicker than I expected, Miss Su."
My body froze in place.
Slowly turning around, I saw the man.
He wore dark round glasses, was tall and thin, and a faint, chilling smile played at the corners of his mouth.
It was him.
The man from my mother's photograph.
Zhao Chengzhi.
He approached me step by step, his gaze filled with a condescending scrutiny.
"So, how does it feel to witness your mother's 'transformation'?"
His words pierced my heart like a knife.
"You devil!" I shouted hoarsely.
Zhao Chengzhi remained unfazed, standing in front of me as he adjusted his glasses.
"A devil? No, I am merely a scientist pursuing perfection."
"Your mother was just an ordinary woman, but hidden within her genetic sequence was immense potential, making her ideal for our 'Perfect Specimen' project."
"As for you, Miss Su, your genetic compatibility is even higher; you are a more perfect subject than your mother."
He reached out his hand, seemingly wanting to touch me, and I immediately took a step back.
"Don't touch me!"
"Heh, so resistant? That's fine; you'll get used to it." Zhao Chengzhi laughed, his smile devoid of warmth. "Do you know why you were able to find this place? Do you think that diary just happened to leave clues?"
A buzzing sound filled my head.
"The diary... was it left by you on purpose?"
"Of course," Zhao Chengzhi admitted without hesitation. "I needed someone with your mother's expertise and a strong motivation for the 'Perfect Specimen' project to help me accomplish certain tasks."
"Your mother discovered too many secrets she shouldn't have known, and we had to 'handle' her."
When he said "handle," his tone was casual, as if discussing something trivial.
"But the information she left behind is incomplete, especially some key experimental data that only her expertise can interpret."
"And you have inherited everything from her."
"You think you uncovered the truth? No, the truth is what I allowed you to see, Miss Su."
He approached step by step, his gaze filled with a desire for control.
"From the moment you set foot in this factory area, you have been under my control."
My body began to tremble, not from fear, but from an overwhelming chill.
I thought I was seeking the truth, but in reality, I was merely a pawn on someone else's chessboard.
"You..." I tried to speak, but my voice shook violently.
"Don't struggle, Miss Su." Zhao Chengzhi suddenly pressed a button on the wall.
The floor of the laboratory began to tremble, and several metal walls slowly descended from the ceiling, trapping me in a small space.
I was trapped.
"This room is specially designed; you can't escape," Zhao Chengzhi said, standing outside the isolation wall, watching me with an increasingly smug smile. "I will let you witness how your mother became the 'perfect specimen' step by step."
"And then, you will inherit her mission and become the next 'perfect specimen.'"
He activated the speakers in the room, and a cacophony of harsh sounds erupted, mixed with agonizing moans and my mother's faint cries.
He intended to shatter my mental defenses with sound.
"Don't listen!" I shouted loudly, covering my ears, but those sounds seemed to penetrate my eardrums and strike at my very soul.
I saw my mother struggling on the operating table and heard her desperate cries.
Those sounds, those images pulled me back to that night of my childhood when I was kidnapped.
Coldness, fear, helplessness.
I curled up on the ground, trembling all over, feeling as if I had returned to that dark closet.
The voice of Zhao Chengzhi echoed outside, piercing my ears like a spell.
"Give up, Miss Su. You cannot resist. You cannot escape your fate... just like your mother."
My mind was teetering on the edge of collapse.
Just when I thought I would be consumed by this boundless despair...
"Boom!"
A loud explosion shattered the silence of the laboratory.
The metal walls burst outward, and a powerful gust of wind knocked me to the ground.
Amidst the dust and flames, a tall figure charged in.
He wore a fitted trench coat and held a gun in his hand.
Beneath the coat was the familiar collar of a police uniform.
It was him!
Lu Li!
His silhouette stood out sharply against the fire and smoke, his gaze fierce and filled with intent to kill.
"Su Nian!" he shouted my name as he rushed to my side.
"Lu Li..." I looked at him, my mind blank.
How could he be here?
Lu Li helped me up, his hand gripping my arm tightly, bringing me a sense of reality.
He didn't look at me, his gaze fixed firmly on the isolation wall outside, where Zhao Chengzhi stood with a face full of astonishment.
"Zhao Chengzhi, surrender now," Lu Li said, his voice deep and powerful. "I am an undercover agent."
Undercover?!
My heart jolted.
Lu Li, an undercover agent?
He had been lurking in the police station, secretly investigating Zhao Chengzhi?
Had he been protecting me all along from the shadows?
Countless questions exploded in my mind, but I had no time to think.
Zhao Chengzhi's face instantly turned ashen, and he shouted angrily:
"Someone! Capture them!"
(End of chapter)
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