Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Then the man felt a tremendous force coming from behind him, and he was grabbed by the collar and thrown backward.

He crashed heavily onto the concrete floor, his chest throbbing with pain, three of his ribs broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to get up, but found that his limbs were held down by an invisible force, and he couldn't move at all.

Li Su walked up to him.

He was the first of the four men in black suits to hit her.

He punched her in the stomach in the hallway, making her bend over, then grabbed her hair and shoved her into the car.

He was very strong; when he grabbed her hair, he tore off a large clump of it, and her scalp ached for three whole days.

"You still want to run?"

Li Su squatted down and looked into his eyes.

The man's eyes were filled with fear, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Li Su reached out and placed her hand on his chest.

The psychic power surged from his palm, crushing his ribs bit by bit.

One.

Two.

Three.

The man let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body convulsing violently, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Does it hurt?"

Li Suwen.

The man nodded frantically, too pained to speak.

"My child also experienced this much pain when he received the experimental drug injection."

"Zhao Yuan was in just this much pain when he was shot to death."

"It hurt just as much when I was strapped to the bed to get an injection."

Her voice was calm and without any emotion.

"Now it's your turn."

The mental energy suddenly tightened.

The man's chest caved in completely, his heart was pierced by broken bone fragments, and a large amount of blood gushed from his mouth. His body convulsed a few times and then remained motionless.

Li Su stood up and dusted off her hands.

Four men in black suits, all dead.

The people at the very top of her revenge list are all dead.

Zhou De'an.

Qi Jianmin.

Sun Guodong.

Four people in black suits.

Head nurse.

Caregiver.

All those directly involved in the deaths of her child, Zhao Yuan, and Dr. Cheng are dead.

The parking lot fell silent, with only the distant hum of emergency lights remaining.

Li Su turned around and walked back to the gene editing lab where Zhou De'an had previously worked.

She is looking for something.

Her child's body.

Zhou De'an had previously stated that after the experimental subjects died, their bodies would be sent to a liquid nitrogen storage facility for preservation and subsequent research.

She wanted to take the child back and bury him with Zhao Yuan.

She remembered that Dr. Cheng had written in her file that the liquid nitrogen storage facility was on the second basement level.

Next to the laboratory is a downward staircase leading to the second basement level.

The door to the stairwell was locked.

Li Su raised her hand and tore open the door, then walked down the stairs.

The second basement level was even colder, with a chilling liquid nitrogen atmosphere permeating the air, making your lungs feel cold when you breathed it in.

On both sides of the corridor were huge liquid nitrogen tanks, each labeled with a number.

A-01.

A-02.

A-03.

All the way up to A-11.

Li Su walked up to liquid nitrogen tank A-09.

A label was affixed to the can, which read: "Experimental subject A-09, FTD-7 gene mutation, survived for 7 days, cause of death: multiple organ failure."

She reached out and turned on the valve of the liquid nitrogen tank.

White, cold air billowed from the mouth of the can, carrying a pungent, low-temperature smell.

She reached in and retrieved a small metal box from the liquid nitrogen.

The box was covered with a thick layer of ice, and it was so cold that her fingertips went numb.

She opened the box.

Her child was lying inside.

Small, wrinkled, frozen solid by liquid nitrogen, eyes closed, little fists clenched, just like when he died.

Li Su gently touched the child's cold little face with her fingers.

This time, she didn't cry.

The medication had long since dried up my tear ducts, so I couldn't cry anymore.

She held the box close to her chest, wrapping it tightly with the corner of her hospital gown to keep the cold air out.

"Let's go home."

She said softly.

She carried the box, walked up the stairs, and exited the research center.

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Shanyang City First People's Hospital.

The office of the head of pediatrics.

Lin Maocai, holding a thermos, leaned back in his leather chair and scrolled through his phone.

Local news feeds popped up on the screen one after another, all about the collapse of the administration building of the Third Mental Health Center.

His brows furrowed as he watched.

He remembered the name Li Su.

Three months ago, that woman held her child's body and cried for an entire afternoon in the hospital corridor, while he hid in his office and didn't dare to go out.

Later, I heard from the security guard that she had reported it to the disciplinary committee.

He didn't take it too seriously at the time.

She's just an ordinary woman; she can't cause any trouble.

Zhou De'an had already smoothed things over with all the connections, so the Disciplinary Committee wouldn't even submit her materials.

But now the mental hospital has collapsed.

So many people died.

Lin Maocai swiped his finger across the screen and clicked on the most discussed post.

The post included several photos of the scene: the collapsed administration building, medical records scattered all over the ground, and comments from several anonymous users who claimed that the collapse was man-made, done by a female patient named Li Su.

Lin Maocai's face darkened.

He picked up his thermos and took a sip of goji berry water. The water was at the perfect temperature, but it made his throat feel tight.

Li Su escaped from the mental hospital.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

But he quickly calmed down.

impossible.

He knew very well who Qi Jianmin was.

That guy is ruthless and vicious; he hits harder than anyone else.

When Li Su was sent in, Zhou De'an specifically told Qi Jianmin to "take good care of her" and preferably never let her out.

After taking large doses of antipsychotic drugs for more than two months, even an iron man would become mentally impaired.

How could they possibly still have the strength to demolish the building?

It's definitely something those people on the internet made up.

They'll say anything for a few clicks.

Lin Maocai opened the comments section, trying to find a reason to convince himself.

He had only scrolled down two lines when his movements suddenly stopped.

An anonymous comment said that after the female patient escaped, the first place she went was the mountain road, where she smashed Sun Guodong's security car, killing all eight people.

Sun Guodong.

Lin Maocai's hand holding the thermos cup wobbled slightly.

Hot water splashed out and scalded the back of his hand, but he didn't feel any pain.

He knew all too well what kind of person Sun Guodong was.

When Li Su went to the Disciplinary Committee to report the incident, it was Sun Guodong who tipped off Zhou De'an. Sun Guodong also sent security guards to watch the entrance of the building, and together with the four men in black suits, they kidnapped Li Su.

If it really is Li Suqian, then the first person she killed was someone in the mental hospital, the second was Sun Guodong, and will the third come looking for him?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Lin Maocai forcibly suppressed it.

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

How could a woman who had been detained for more than two months and given sedatives every day possibly kill eight armed security guards?

It's definitely a rumor.