Who moved her body?

"Pretending to be something they're not, looking down on who? It's just some research, why are they acting like they're mentally ill?" Xu Haiyang muttered, tearing open the packaging of a siphon straw on the table and putting it in his mouth.

The chef who made the smoked fish sandwich didn't have the waiter serve Xu Haiyang the food; instead, he personally delivered the smoked fish and ham sandwich and orange juice that Xu Haiyang had ordered.

"Young Master, your breakfast is ready." The chef was all smiles, his round, chubby face as adorable as a baby's. Of course, Xu Haiyang wasn't in the mood to compliment the chef's baby fat.

Xu Haiyang inserted the straw into the orange juice cup, swung one leg, and said, "These people are acting so neurotic first thing in the morning, like they've been plotting something bad all night. Otherwise, I suspect they're all robots; they don't even have a smile on their face."

"Young Master, you're joking. They're all key members of Diruo's organization." The chef looked around and said with a smile, "People who do research naturally use their brains more and their mouths less."

"The mouths of these highly intelligent people will eventually evolve away, since they don't need them anyway."

"Young Master, you're joking. No matter how smart a person is, they still need to eat."

"Isn't it a waste to only use your mouth for eating?" Xu Haiyang broke his habit, downed the juice in his glass in one gulp, and then stood up. "Forget it, my good mood has been ruined, and now I have no appetite."

"Young Master, you haven't eaten your sandwich yet."

"I talk a lot and eat a lot, they must think I'm a pig!" Xu Haiyang glanced sideways at the sandwiches, a corner of a note peeking out from under the plate. "Keep this, I'll ask for more at noon."

The chubby-cheeked chef picked up the tray. "Is it lunchtime, young master?"

"noon."

......

After Xu Haiyang got out of the car, Guan Jie lit a cigarette and strolled aimlessly along the path next to the garage. There was an inconspicuous gray circle painted on a lamppost equipped with a surveillance camera. Guan Jie threw the cigarette into the roadside bushes and then slipped into the bushes behind it.

This thicket, located to the right of Situ Feng's villa, was bursting with large, five-colored flowers the size of fists in this season, their brilliance as vibrant as the undying passion on the face of a gypsy woman. Guan Jie counted his steps, and on the thirteenth step, he crouched down under a thicket, retrieved the package, quickly changed into the restricted area's security uniform, and folded his own clothes, placing them under the thicket.

The security guards in the restricted area wear suits with a skull pattern on the lapel, below which is a magnetic clasp for identification. In other words, each suit has its own identity, and the access control system will automatically identify the person approaching and choose whether to open the door and allow entry or refuse entry.

Guan Jie put on sunglasses, walked around the tall shrubs that resembled a wall, and came to a small doorway that was only wide enough for one person.

The red indicator light on the door flashed a few times and then turned green. The electronic lock on the small door opened automatically, and Guan Jie pushed the door open and went inside.

After walking two hundred meters along the green wall surrounded by shrubs on both sides, the path splits into two side paths leading in different directions in front of the wall.

The road on the left was still through grass and various patches of shrubs, while the road on the right led to the back door of Situ Feng's villa. Guan Jie could faintly hear the children's cheers.

Guan Jie turned onto the small path on the left. Beside a bush about the height of a person, Guan Jie walked around the bush and brushed past two security guards walking in the opposite direction.

"We don't even know what it is, yet they're making us go get it. If the higher-ups find out, won't we be punished?" one person said.

"If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, how will the higher-ups know? Don't worry, we'll be back in no more than ten minutes after we take it."

"Young Master is so generous, giving us Mid-Autumn Festival gifts. But why not do it openly? It's strange that you're keeping it so secret."

"Keep your voice down, or the boss will blame Young Master." The security guard lowered his voice and said, "Young Master just took over the purchasing, and he's trying to build up his own power base, so we..."

The sound was no longer audible. Guan Jie walked along the path toward the secret house behind the villa.

"Ten minutes left." Guan Jie glanced at his watch.

There were two security guards standing at the front gate of the house, but no one was at the back gate. Obviously, the two people who had just left were the security guards at the back gate.

After the red indicator light on the back door turned green, Guan Jie entered.

There was no light source behind the door; it was pitch black, like a cellar, eerie and with a chilling, unyielding cold. Suddenly, the swirling air swirled around Guan Jie like a vortex, and thick dust rushed into his respiratory tract. Guan Jie pinched his nose to stop himself from sneezing.

"No wonder the security guards at the back door dared to sneak out; this place has probably been locked ever since the back door was built," Guan Jie thought.

Guan Jie covered his nose with his sleeve, and after a few seconds his eyes adjusted to the light.

Several thumb-sized grid-like rays of light, resembling vents, shone through some structure under the eaves, at least allowing Guan Jie to see that there was a path in front of him.

After three one-meter-long bends, the light suddenly became abundant, and Guan Jie hurriedly slipped into the darkness.

Ahead is the main hall, and through the glass doors of the hall you can see two security guards outside, looking around as alert as police dogs.

The side of the glass door that is not directly exposed to light acts like a mirror, perfectly reflecting the layout of the living room.

A fireplace sits on the side of a fabric sofa. Behind a glass display screen are several artificial wooden stakes shaped like charcoal, with red artificial flames drooping on them. Black vents are above the glass, indicating to visitors that it is a competent fireplace.

In addition, there is a large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, but at this moment all the curtains in front of the window are drawn, and the brown curtains add a touch of indifference to this spacious living room.

A staircase leading upwards beside the curtains resembles a snake that likes to meander and crawl, winding its way up to the floor above.

Just as Guan Jie was about to quickly move to the stairs, Dr. Chen's familiar voice came from below the stairs. Then, Dr. Chen came out from below the stairs, stood at the top of the stairs, and said a few words to the people next to him.

"Shanshan's brain nerves have already begun to be damaged. If new cells are not injected soon, Shanshan's body will be devoured in less than half a month."

"Is she more valuable to us alive or dead?" a voice asked calmly and ruthlessly.

"Shanshan has provided a vector for our new virus development, but at this point, we need to understand more about the receptor's response under conditions of autonomic nervous system arousal."

"Since Shanshan's purpose in living has ended, let her death be worthwhile."

"OK."

Dr. Chen stepped forward to open the door for the person next to him. Sunlight streamed in and shone on Situ Feng's face, making Guan Jie think he was seeing things.

"Why him? Why?"

Even as the door closed, Guan Jie still clung to the hope that Situ Feng deeply loved Shan Shan, but that hope was shattered.