A three-year-old child dragged his sister's coffin and cried out for justice in the military re

blood.

The scalding blood fell onto the snow, instantly burning deep red holes, which then froze into ice shards.

Sui Sui's hands were trembling, and she could barely hold onto the rusty scalpel blade.

A burning pain shot through the back of my neck, as if someone were repeatedly grinding a red-hot iron into that tender flesh.

She finally managed to pry out that hard, black lump, about the size of a grain of rice.

That's a locator.

In the underground laboratory of "Ren'ai Hospital", every child has it.

If we don't dig her out, even if she runs to the ends of the earth, those demons in white coats will find her.

Sui Sui didn't cry, not even a whimper. She grabbed a handful of dirty snow mixed with mud and pressed it hard against the still bleeding hole on the back of her neck.

The biting cold instantly numbed the pain receptors.

Inside the brain, the CPU with an IQ of 200 is running wildly, forcibly cutting off the transmission of pain signals.

"I'm not in pain."

"No pain year after year."

"I also need to take my sister to find Qin Xiao."

She tossed the blood-stained locator into the mouth of a passing stray dog, watching it carry the bloody piece of meat in its mouth and run off in the opposite direction.

After doing all this, she felt a wave of darkness wash over her.

That's a sign of impending excessive blood loss.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from afar.

It wasn't a passing truck; it was the sound of a modified off-road vehicle engine—deep, powerful, like a wild beast sniffing out its prey.

coming.

The hospital's "cleaners".

Sui Sui is all too familiar with this sound. This kind of vehicle appears whenever a child tries to escape or when there is "waste" to be disposed of.

She glanced at the broken wooden box behind her.

Inside the box, my older sister was sleeping soundly.

"Sister, don't be afraid, Sui Sui will help you hide."

She gritted her teeth, her small frame bursting with amazing potential, and dragged the heavy wooden box into a deserted farmland by the roadside.

At the end of the field ridge, there is a cellar that has collapsed halfway.

That used to be a storage room for vegetables by farmers, but it has long been abandoned, and the entrance is completely covered by dried wormwood.

Sui Sui first pushed the wooden box inside, then slipped into the darkness like a little mouse.

The cellar was filled with a musty, rotten smell, mixed with the pungent odor of old fertilizer.

Light leaked through the cracks in the rotting wooden planks overhead, like rows of pale fences.

Sui Sui pressed her eyes to the crack, staring intently outside.

Two minutes later.

A black SUV was parked on the side of the national highway.

The car door opened, and two tall men in black raincoats stepped out. They wore gas masks and carried tranquilizer guns specifically designed for hunting large animals.

That's the "cleaner".

They didn't speak, but just looked down at the trail of wild dog footprints in the opposite direction of the cellar. Then one of them shook his head and pointed towards the farmland.

Was discovered.

The stray dog's footprints are too messy to fool a professional.

Sui Sui retreated into a corner, her heart pounding violently in her chest, as if trying to break her thin ribs.

Can't run away.

With her current physical strength, she couldn't possibly outrun these two strong, adult men while dragging the suitcase.

Since there's no way to escape...

Suddenly, a strange, cold light appeared in Sui Sui's originally empty eyes.

Then kill him.

She turned around and quickly scanned the narrow cellar.

This is her battlefield.

In the corner lay several bags of damp, clumped fertilizer, labeled "Ammonium Nitrate." Next to them lay a half-empty bottle of the highly toxic pesticide "Dichlorvos." Above, an old, worn-out electrical wire dangled down, its broken end exposing copper wire, pointing directly at the puddles at the cellar entrance.

The brain instantly enters "overclocking" mode.

Countless chemical equations and physical structure diagrams were rapidly constructed, disassembled, and reassembled in her mind.

Ammonium nitrate can decompose under certain conditions to produce high temperatures and gases.

Organophosphate pesticides become neurotoxins after they volatilize.

Water conducts electricity.

As long as the dosage and angle are calculated correctly...

It moves every year.

She was no longer that trembling three-year-old child, but a calm and meticulous killing machine.

She poured the half-bottle of pesticide into a broken earthenware jar, then grabbed a handful of ammonium nitrate fertilizer with trembling little hands and mixed it in according to a certain ratio.

There were no measuring cups, no balances.

It all comes down to feel.

That was the intuition she developed by being forced to do countless experiments in the laboratory.

"My sister said that chemistry can save lives."

As Sui Sui stirred, she muttered to herself, her little face deathly indifferent, "But it can also kill ghosts."

The mixture began to emit a faint yellow smoke, and an extremely pungent smell spread from the bottom of the cellar.

That was a simplified version of a poison gas bomb.

Although the purity is not high, it is enough to suffocate someone for a few seconds in such a confined space.

A few seconds will suffice.

She placed the earthenware pot in the shadows deep in the cellar, and hid herself behind several heavy, moldy sacks of grain.

Then, she picked up the dangling wire.

The power line was still connected to the switch of the farmhouse above. Although she didn't know if there was still electricity, it was her only gamble.

She buried the exposed copper wire in the puddle directly below the entrance.

That's the only way.

After doing all this, Sui Sui gripped the rusty scalpel blade tightly once more.

The razor blade, hidden in her sleeve, was cold and pressed against the burning pulse in her wrist.

Heavy footsteps sounded overhead.

"Click."

The sound of a dead branch being broken by footsteps.

Someone stood on the wooden planks at the entrance to the cellar.

The light was blocked, and the cellar was plunged into darkness.

"There's a hole here."

A muffled sound came from above, sounding somewhat distorted through the gas mask. "That little brat must be hiding in there."

"Be careful, it's a monster, very intelligent," another person warned.

"Ha, even if it's tall, it's just a three-year-old toddler. What can it possibly do?"

The voice was tinged with contempt.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang".

The rotten wooden cellar door was kicked open by a foot wearing military boots.

Dust flew everywhere.

A tall, dark figure appeared at the entrance, backlit by the light.

He held a tranquilizer gun in his hand, the dark muzzle pointed deep into the cellar.

Sui Sui huddled behind the grain sack and deliberately knocked over a small stone.

"Gurgle—"

The sound of the rolling stones was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent cellar.

"Found it."

The cleaner sneered and stepped down.

step.

Two steps.

His military boots stepped into the puddle.

It's now!

I count the years silently in my heart.

Three, two, one.

The moment the cleaner's foot touched the water, his body stiffened abruptly!

The electric current traveled up his body through the water.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

A faint blue light flickered in the puddle.

But the next second, Sui Sui's heart sank to the bottom.

The cleaner did not fall.

Because the farmhouse was old and dilapidated, the voltage was extremely unstable. In addition, he was wearing heavy insulated rubber-soled military boots, so the electric current only numbed him for a moment.

"Damn it! There's electricity!"

The cleaner cursed angrily, swayed, and then surprisingly stood firm.

He turned his head sharply and, through the two murky panes of the gas mask, locked onto the location where Sui Sui was hiding.

That look was as if he were looking at an ant that didn't know its own mortality.

"You little bastard, you even know how to set traps?"

He grinned maliciously, strode across the puddle, and his large hand, clad in a tactical glove, grabbed at Sui Sui's slender neck like an iron clamp.

The trap failed.

Faced with absolute power, rudimentary mechanisms appear utterly ridiculous.

Sui Sui stared at the ever-growing hand, her pupils contracting violently.

The smell of death was stronger than the musty smell in the cellar.