Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"Evacuate! Everyone, evacuate the underground laboratory! Head towards the emergency exit at the back!"

Zhou De'an's voice boomed in the dark laboratory.

The researchers snapped out of their shock and scrambled toward the emergency exits.

But some people stopped as soon as they reached the end of the corridor, turned around, and their expressions were even more terrifying than when they saw the flying boulder.

"Professor Zhou—the emergency exits are blocked!"

"What?"

"The stairwell outside the emergency exit has completely collapsed! Stones have blocked the exit!"

Zhou De'an's mind went blank; all his logic and calculations shattered into pieces.

He was in the basement.

The exit is blocked.

The exit was blocked by stones thrown from the sky.

The person who threw the stone from the sky is right above him now.

He took a step back, his back hitting the lab table, the cold surface sending a sharp pain through his white lab coat.

His fingers groped on the table and found a pipette.

He wanted to use it as a weapon.

Then he realized that the plastic syringe was only good enough to kill himself in front of the woman in the sky who could lift a three-ton boulder.

Another loud bang came from above.

This time the distance was closer than before; the loud noise came from the lobby directly above him.

Zhou De'an heard the sound of the first-floor slab cracking. Countless cracks spread across the ceiling above his head, and cement debris and dust fell down like a gray rain.

Then he heard a voice.

The sound traveled through the broken floorboards, the falling dust, and the shards of glass, reaching the ears of everyone in the basement.

It was a woman's voice.

Hoarse, deep voice.

"Zhou De'an, I'm here."

Zhou De'an stood in the dark laboratory, holding the pipette in his hand, his knuckles white from excessive force.

His mind went blank.

That blankness wasn't a bewilderment born of fear, but rather a systemic collapse that occurred when someone accustomed to being in control suddenly discovered that all their calculations, contingency plans, and backup plans had all failed.

Li Su should be lying in a mental hospital bed.

Li Su's brain must have been damaged by chlorpromazine; she can't even remember her own name.

Li Su should be a hidden danger that has been dealt with, a "resolved case" that will no longer appear in any files or records.

But she's right above him now.

She used one hand to throw several tons of rocks down the mountain, smashing his research institute, blocking his escape route, and then called out his name in a terrifyingly calm tone.

Zhou De'an made a very slight swallowing sound.

He remembered that intelligence report.

Song Dynasty.

A force of 30,000 men was engaged in a siege, resulting in over 2,000 casualties.

The woman standing above him now is of the same kind as Song Chao.

"Professor Zhou—she's coming down!"

A researcher pointed at the monitor screen and screamed.

On the monitor screen, the view of the lobby on the first floor was restored—the backup hidden camera had not been damaged by the stone and was still transmitting images.

In the video, a large hole appears in the ceiling of the lobby on the first floor.

The edges of the hole were jagged, and broken steel bars protruded from the cement, as if they had been forcibly torn open from the outside in by something.

Dust fell in a rustling sound from the edge of the hole, swirling in the stark white beam of the emergency lights.

Then, a figure slowly descended from the cave entrance.

She was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, barefoot, and her wet hair clung to her face.

Her body hovered in mid-air, her feet about twenty centimeters off the ground. She descended very slowly, as if supported by an invisible hand, and landed steadily on the broken bricks and glass shards in the lobby on the first floor.

After she stopped, she raised her head and her gaze swept across every corner of the lobby on the first floor.

The emergency light shone on her face, revealing her sallow skin, chapped lips, and sunken eye sockets.

But those eyes were incredibly bright.

There was no madness, no anger, no hatred in those eyes.

There was only an extremely clear-headed, almost icy calm.

"She's not crazy."

The researcher's voice trembled.

"She was more clear-headed than anyone else."

Li Su stood in the center of the lobby on the first floor, her gaze sweeping over the bronze plaques hanging on the wall—"Shannan Provincial Research Center for Eugenics and Childbirth", "Provincial Key Laboratory", "Advanced Unit for Maternal and Child Health Care"—then she raised her hand and released her mental energy.

The bronze plaque on the wall was torn off by an unseen hand, floated in mid-air, tumbled a few times, and was then kneaded into a twisted metal ball by telekinesis.

The bronze medal fell to the ground, rolled to the corner of the wall, and smashed through a cracked glass door.

Li Su withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and looked down at the ground beneath her feet.

The floor of the lobby on the first floor is paved with beige tiles, beneath which is a concrete floor slab, and below the floor slab is an underground laboratory.

She could sense it.

She could feel the vibrations coming from her feet—it was the sound of someone running in the basement, someone moving things, and someone calling for help in a trembling voice.

She could even feel Zhou De'an's heartbeat.

My heart was pounding in my chest, each beat carrying the fear of being driven to the brink of despair.

Her heartbeat was exactly the same as the day her child died.

Her heartbeat was exactly the same as the day she was locked in the basement observation room.

On the day Zhao Yuan was dragged down the corridor, pinned in the observation room, and had his heartbeat interrupted by gunshots, her heartbeat was exactly the same.

Now it's Zhou De'an's turn.

Li Su lifted her foot and gently stepped on the ground.

The psychic power surged from the soles of his feet, penetrating the tiles, concrete, and steel bars, blasting a two-meter-diameter hole in the ceiling of the underground laboratory.

Cement blocks and steel rebar fragments fell from the hole, crashing onto the corridor of the underground laboratory with a deafening roar.

Terrified screams came from the basement.

Li Su did not take the stairs.

She jumped directly into the hole she had created.

Her body passed through the hole, through the broken bricks and dust, and landed steadily in the corridor of the underground laboratory.

A few emergency lights were still on in the corridor, their pale light illuminating the tightly closed iron doors on both sides of the corridor.

She recognized the corridor at a glance in the darkness.

Three months ago, she was dragged down this corridor by four men in black suits.

As she struggled, her fingernails scratched several marks on the tiles of the corridor wall.

She turned her head and looked at the wall on her right.

The scratches on the tiles are still there.

Three white scratches ran from shoulder height to waist height, with traces of her broken fingernails still visible at the edges.

Li Su reached out and gently touched the three scratches with her fingertips.

Then she turned around and walked deeper into the corridor.