SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

7:00 in the evening.

Within Jiangcheng, the river that runs through the upper city ends in a pile of garbage and discarded debris, and a foul stench permeates the night.

A group of figures in daytime uniforms, holding blinding flashlights, searched back and forth in the night, their footsteps crunching over the gravel.

Qin Jiang stood on the bridge, his brows furrowed as he surveyed the area below.

This is the end of the river. If Lou Ping is not seen here, it means...

"It's Lou Ping, Special Class!" A loud voice suddenly rang out, breaking Qin Jiang's thoughts.

He leaped and landed steadily on the open ground below, then strode to the crowd: "How is the situation?"

"Chief, you're out of danger!"

A medical worker was performing a massage on Lou Ping using professional techniques, and a fine sweat was seeping from his forehead.

Everyone's expressions were tense until a soft cough was heard, at which point they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Lou Ping coughed up the river water he had swallowed, weakly opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused: "What happened to me...?"

Qin Jiang squatted down in front of him: "How was it?"

"Chief, I failed to complete your mission..."

Before Lou Ping could finish speaking, Qin Jiang patted him on the shoulder: "It's good that you're alright, we can talk about the rest when we get back."

In the darkness, the engines of dozens of cars roared simultaneously as the convoy sped toward the capital city.

……

Meanwhile, in the Yunjing residential area.

Lin Mu cooked a bowl of noodles, poached two eggs, and sat alone at the dining table eating. There was also an opened bag of spicy strips on the table.

Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful profile appeared in front of him, and Su Nianhe licked her red lips: "I'm hungry too."

"You can eat all of this?" Lin Mu asked while eating noodles.

How do you feel?

Su Nianhe sat gracefully beside him, dressed in a black casual outfit, her hair loosely tied up with stray hairs hanging down her neck.

"Okay, let's go hungry," Lin Mu said calmly.

Su Nianhe frowned slightly: "I'll try a bite."

Lin Mu was taken aback and looked at her in confusion: "I'll go get a pair of chopsticks."

Su Nianhe snatched the chopsticks from his hand: "We've kissed, hugged, and looked at each other. Why make such a fuss over a pair of chopsticks?"

After saying that, she hesitantly picked up a noodle and slowly chewed it.

The moment he swallowed, his stomach churned, and he vomited it all back into the bowl.

Lin Mu's expression instantly became fascinating. He glanced at Su Nianhe, then at the bowl, and fell completely silent...

"How disgusting," Su Nianhe said seriously.

"That's disgusting. There's a trash can right under your feet, why did you spit into the bowl?" Lin Mu retorted.

Su Nianhe glanced down at the trash can at her feet, her face innocent: "I didn't see it."

"I'm going out to eat, but I'll be back tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mu's eyes turned cold, and a bone-chilling coldness emanated from his body.

"You look fierce, I don't like it."

"Also, you're recovering slowly, so don't do what you did last night again."

Su Nianhe got up and walked to the entrance hall, putting on the white sneakers that Lin Mu had prepared.

As she opened the door, she paused slightly, turned to look at Lin Mu, and a smile appeared on her lips:

"Under normal circumstances, I will not attack ordinary people or awakened individuals."

The moment she stepped out of the room.

"Wait!" Lin Mu's voice rang out: "The key, come back and open the door yourself."

Without turning her head, Su Nianhe caught the key that flew from behind her and slammed the door shut.

Lin Mu stared at the noodles in the bowl and let out another helpless sigh...

……

Holy Capital.

Inside a heavily guarded research and development base.

In the closed laboratory at the bottom floor, dozens of researchers dressed in white lab coats were cheering and jumping for joy.

A middle-aged man rushed into the control room, his face flushed with excitement, his voice trembling:

"Dean Ma! Our first step was a success!"

"Maybe one day in the future, we can really integrate the mutants into the world!" he added, his eyes full of anticipation for the future.

"Good, but remember! This experiment must never be known to the outside world, understand?"

Dean Ma's expression was serious; his face, which should have been filled with joy at the breakthrough in the experiment, revealed a hint of worry that was hard to detect.

"Dean Ma, rest assured, apart from me, no one else in this laboratory knows what the actual experiments they are conducting are," the middle-aged man solemnly promised.

After he left, a tall, sweet-looking young woman standing next to Dean Ma looked puzzled:

"Grandpa Ma, this is clearly an experiment that could change the world, why are you hiding it?"

Dean Ma's face immediately put on a kind smile: "Yan Yan, the world is not as simple as you think."

"This experiment has taken its most difficult first step in just a few months since it began."

"Could those top scholars in history, with their intelligence, not have thought of this?"

"And those lost aspects of Chinese civilization..."

At this point, Dean Ma sighed deeply, his words filled with complex emotions.

"Grandpa Ma, Lin Yan still doesn't quite understand."

Lin Yan tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion.

"Haha, it's good that you don't understand!"

"You're still young, your future is limitless. We old guys are waiting to pass on our skills to you."

Dean Ma laughed heartily and patted her on the shoulder.

"Yan Yan isn't that good. I'll be content if I can learn just the basics from the grandpas," Lin Yan replied with a smile.

"It's already dark outside, and I've made you work overtime again today." Dean Ma's tone changed, and his expression became serious.

"But Yan Yan, you absolutely cannot mention this to anyone, not just us old folks."

Lin Yan immediately straightened her back and said earnestly, "Yes! Don't worry, Grandpa Ma!"

After returning to her dormitory, Lin Yan took off her lab coat.

I changed into pink cartoon pajamas and leaned against the headboard, unconsciously recalling Grandpa Ma's words.

"What exactly does 'the lost civilization of China' mean?" she murmured to herself.

"Hmm... I'll try to subtly ask Grandpa Zhu next time I work with him."

……

0:00am.

In the capital city, the buildings are brightly lit during the day.

Inside the special care room, Lou Ping lay weakly on the bed, his face as pale as paper, the medicine dripping slowly from the IV tube.

Qin Jiang sat on the leather chair beside the bed, his brow furrowed: "You mean, a black car suddenly appeared and hit you?"

"It was my oversight, Chief." Lou Ping's voice was low and filled with remorse.

Qin Jiang shook his head: "It's not your fault. This matter is strange in every way, and it has already alarmed the major powers in the capital city. We just don't know which side it is."

"Also, that SS-class mutant, even without undergoing Cataclysm, managed to hold you off for so long..."

Qin Jiang's eyes flickered, and he tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips, feeling that he had missed a crucial detail, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He slowly stood up and pressed down on Lou Ping, who was trying to get up: "Rest well and wait until you are fully recovered before we talk about it."

"Thank you... Chief."

Lou Ping's voice was weak. Qin Jiang patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the ward. His footsteps gradually faded away in the quiet corridor.