Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"The administration building. All six floors collapsed."

Sun Guodong put down his teacup, his expression changing.

He became angry.

"Who the hell did this? The quality inspection station? The urban construction bureau? Or some clueless construction company?"

He grabbed the phone on the table, cursing, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lao Zhao! The administration building of the mental hospital has collapsed! You need to take some people over there right away!"

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly surprised as well.

"It collapsed? What happened? Was it an earthquake?"

"How the hell should I know! You take your men over there first! I'll be right there!"

Sun Guodong hung up the phone and dialed a second number.

"Old Liu! The administration building of the mental hospital has collapsed! Quickly, take your men and cordon off the area! Don't let any unauthorized personnel approach!"

The third number.

"Director Qian, I need to talk to you about something. There's been a problem at the mental hospital; the administration building collapsed. Yes, that building. You need to contact the research center as soon as possible to prepare them. They'll definitely be checking things soon, so collect what needs to be collected and seal up any files that need to be sealed."

Sun Guodong hung up the phone, grabbed his hat from the table, and strode out.

He didn't care how the building collapsed.

He didn't care how many people died in the building.

He only cares about one thing—his money.

Every month, the research center would deposit a sum of money into one of his private accounts.

The amount isn't large, only 20,000 a month, but it's stable.

This money is called "security assistance fee," but to put it bluntly, it's hush money.

The research center uses a mental hospital to conduct illegal experiments, which requires the cooperation of the law enforcement system.

If family members come to cause trouble, they will notify them in advance, and the police station will send someone to "mediate" and persuade them to go home.

Some people tried to escape, so they notified the police station. The police station arrested them on the grounds that "a mental patient's episode endangered public safety" and sent them back to the mental hospital.

When higher authorities come to inspect, they give advance notice, and the public security bureau helps cover for them, allowing those who need to be alerted to go out and those who need to be evacuated to safety.

In Sun Guodong's view, these things were all perfectly normal.

The research center conducts research, the mental hospital admits patients, he gets paid to do the work, all three parties benefit, why not?

But now the building has collapsed.

The building collapsed, which means the mental hospital is gone.

The demise of the mental hospital means the end of the research center's base in Shanyang City.

The closure of the outpost meant the end of his monthly income of 20,000 yuan.

This is what angered Sun Guodong the most.

"Damn it. Who did this?"

He climbed into the security car and slammed the door shut.

"Get him to a mental hospital! Quickly!"

Two security vehicles drove out of the branch office gate one after the other, their police lights flashing as they headed towards the northern suburbs.

There were eight people in the car, all of whom were Sun Guodong's confidants.

They all participated in the "security assistance" program, and each of them received some money, more or less.

So everyone was angry.

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Li Su flew through the rain, spreading out his spiritual power to sense every bend in the mountain road below.

Her body was enveloped in telekinesis. Raindrops were repelled by an invisible force field less than a centimeter away from her skin. She was lifted into the air as if by an unseen hand, flying along the hillside towards the southeast.

South of Shanyang City lies Changning City.

The Shannan Provincial Research Center for Eugenics and Childbirth is located in the western suburbs of Changning City.

She remembers it very clearly.

She had seen that address in the file Dr. Cheng gave her, on Zhou De'an's business card, and on the plaque in the lobby of the small building where Zhao Yuan was beaten to death.

She won't forget.

Any information related to Zhou De'an is etched into her very bones.

The rain was getting heavier, and the mountain wind, carrying raindrops, lashed across her, making her hospital gown flutter loudly.

She doesn't care about the cold.

She only cared about one thing—where Zhou De'an was now.

If he has already received the message and run away, where is she supposed to chase him?

If he's not in Changning City, which direction should she fly to next?

Li Su looked down at the mountain road below.

The rain blurred her vision, but she could still make out the outline of the winding mountain road.

The road winds along the mountainside, with steep cliffs on one side and deep canyons on the other.

Then she saw flashing police lights on the mountain road.

Two security vehicles, one after the other, drove up the winding mountain road, heading in the opposite direction from her.

The alternating red and blue lights were particularly dazzling in the rain.

Li Su's flight speed slowed down.

She hovered in mid-air, looking down at the two security vehicles rushing towards the mental hospital, at the flashing police lights on the roofs, and at the figures that were faintly visible through the windows.

These people weren't there to rescue anyone.

She was well aware of this.

These people going to mental hospitals has nothing to do with saving lives.

Their interests were threatened, and they were eager to cut their losses.

She closed her eyes and released her senses.

Her telekinetic powers pierced through the rain and the metal roof of the car, carrying the conversation inside to her ears, word by word.

Sun Guodong sat in the passenger seat, smoking and making a phone call.

"Yes, the building collapsed. The exact cause is still unknown, but it was definitely deliberate. Otherwise, how could a perfectly good six-story building collapse?"

"I don't care about earthquakes or anything like that. You tell Lao Qian to burn everything in the archives. Yes, burn it all. And the ledgers in the finance office, all those receipts, burn them all."

"I know it's hard to burn paper in the rain, but can't you use gasoline? If the paper won't burn after being rained on, just pour in more gasoline!"

He cursed a few times, hung up the phone, and lit another cigarette.

"Director Sun, could it have been done by a patient's family member?"

The security guard driving the car asked a question.

"Family members? Which family member has that kind of ability? Six stories high, you think it's like building blocks?"

Sun Guodong took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke onto the windshield.

"Even if they're family members, just arrest them. It's not like it's the first time they've done it."

"Last time, after Li Su reported us at the disciplinary committee's door, we were the ones who caught her and sent her back. We get paid more money every time we catch her, it's not a bad thing."

The security guard driving the car smiled.

"That's true. But what happened to Li Su later? I heard from Director Qi that she was given a large dose of drugs, and her brain must have been damaged."

"So what if it's burnt out? It's not like it's your brain."

Sun Guodong waved his hand impatiently.

"Hurry up and drive, stop talking nonsense."

The security vehicle rounded a bend, its headlights sweeping across the rain-soaked landscape ahead.

None of the eight people in the car saw a woman in a hospital gown floating about fifty meters above the ground.

Li Su listened to every single word.

There was no anger, sadness, or shock on her face.

There was only a kind of calm understanding.

She remembered.