Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

At 10:00 AM, in the cemetery in the northern suburbs of Shanyang City.

The autumn wind swirled withered cypress leaves, sweeping across the cold marble tombstone.

Li Su squatted in front of Zhao Yuan's grave and gently placed the metal box in her arms into the newly dug grave.

The box contained Zhao Nian'an's small ashes.

She filled the soil back in little by little with her hands, her fingertips touching the damp, chilling earth.

"Nian'an, we're home."

"From now on, you'll be with Dad, and no one will bully you anymore."

Her voice was soft; she wasn't crying.

All the tears had long since dried up on the hospital bed in the mental hospital; all that remained was a chill etched into my bones.

After filling in the last handful of soil, she stood up and patted the mud off her hands.

In the photo on the tombstone, Zhao Yuan smiled gently, just like the man she remembered who always saved the best for her and her daughter.

"I haven't finished my revenge yet."

Li Su's fingertips gently brushed across Zhao Yuan's face in the photograph.

"I'll come back after I've brought everyone down to be with you."

She turned around, the hem of her black trench coat sweeping across the fallen leaves on the ground, and walked out of the cemetery step by step.

The sun was already high in the sky, shining on her back, but it couldn't warm the chill that enveloped her.

She needed to find the receptionist at the Municipal Health Bureau first.

Six months ago, when she first went to retrieve her child's medical records, it was that man who received her.

He sat behind his desk, legs crossed, sipping tea, and said casually, "The files aren't here. Go ask the Provincial Health Department." She still remembers the perfunctory and contemptuous look in his eyes clearly.

His name is Zhang Hong.

Li Su's spiritual power spread out, like an invisible net, sweeping across the entire Shanyang city area.

A few dozen seconds later, she located Zhang Hong's position—in an office on the third floor of the Municipal Health Bureau office building.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her body slowly rose into the air, flying towards the city.

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The office is on the third floor of the Municipal Health Bureau.

Zhang Hong sat behind his desk, his face pale, his fingers constantly refreshing the local forum on his phone.

All posts about "the flying woman" were deleted, but he still couldn't stop trembling.

He saw the video in a private group chat last night.

In the video, the woman is seen hovering atop the Huike Biotechnology headquarters building, casually crushing the bulletproof glass into pieces.

Someone in the group said that this woman is Li Su, the one whose child died at the research center.

Zhang Hong was so frightened that his whole body went cold.

He remembered Li Su.

Six months ago, the woman stood before him, wearing a faded coat, holding her child's death certificate, her eyes red, begging him to access the medical records.

What did he say back then?

Oh, right.

He said, "We don't have the file you need here. Go sue wherever you want," and deliberately swept the materials she handed him onto the ground.

Looking back now, he was only one step away from death.

"Damn it, how did it get like this..."

Zhang Hong shakily took out a cigarette and lit it after three tries.

He picked up his phone and called his superior, Liu Jianming.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and Liu Jianming's voice was panicked: "What is it?"

"Section Chief Liu! It's me, Zhang Hong! Have you heard about Li Su? She broke into Huike Biotechnology and killed Chen Hui. She'll definitely be coming for us now!" Zhang Hong's voice was trembling.

"What's the panic!" Liu Jianming's voice was forced calm. "She's just a woman. No matter how powerful she is, would she dare to break into the Health Bureau and kill someone? The Public Security Bureau has already set up surveillance. She wouldn't dare to come."

"But……"

"No buts! I'm warning you, don't go around saying anything! This has nothing to do with us; we're just following procedure!"

Liu Jianming hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Zhang Hong held his phone, his hands still trembling.

Following procedures?

When they suppressed Li Su's file and sent it to the Provincial Health Department, why didn't they explain the proper procedures?

He clearly remembered putting the 20,000 yuan red envelope that Zhou De'an gave them into his pocket.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He stood up, wanting to do something to relieve his inner anxiety.

Just then, the office window suddenly made a piercing cracking sound.

Zhang Hong suddenly looked up.

Li Su stood on the windowsill, her black trench coat fluttering in the wind, her arms empty—she had buried her child and husband together, and had no more ties to them.

"Zhang Hong".

Her voice was soft, yet it felt like an ice pick piercing Zhang Hong's heart.

Zhang Hong's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"How...how did you find this place?!"

He tried to call for help, but it felt like an invisible hand was gripping his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Li Su jumped down from the windowsill and walked step by step to him.

"Six months ago, I came to retrieve my child's medical records, and you were the one who received me."

"You said the file isn't with you, and told me to go to the Provincial Health Department."

"Sweep the materials I handed you onto the floor and tell me to get out."

With each sentence he spoke, Zhang Hong's face paled a little more.

"I...I was just following the rules!" Zhang Hong shook his head frantically, his face streaked with tears and snot. "Liu Jianming told me to do it! He took money from Zhou De'an and told me to get rid of you! It has nothing to do with me!"

"Who is Liu Jianming?" Li Su's voice was cold.

"He's our section chief! He's in charge of the files! He arranged everything! And Deputy Director Wang! It was Deputy Director Wang who approved it!" Zhang Hong hurriedly pushed everything away, speaking at a machine-gun pace, "Zhou De'an gave a total of 100,000 yuan, Liu Jianming took 50,000, Deputy Director Wang took 30,000, and I only took 20,000! I was just an clerk! I had no choice!"

He thought that by revealing his superiors, he could save his life.

Li Su looked at him, her eyes completely unmoved.

"When you were pushing the materials onto me, did you ever consider that you were just someone handling the paperwork?"

"When you told me to get out, did you never consider that I was just a mother wanting an explanation?"

She raised her finger.

Zhang Hong's body floated up uncontrollably.

"I'm giving you a chance now."

"You threw my materials on the ground earlier."

"Now, pick up all the application materials from the families of the experimental subjects, just like my child, that you suppressed."

Zhang Hong was stunned for a moment.

He then noticed that the filing cabinet in the corner of the office had been opened by an unseen force.

Stacks of paper materials flew out and scattered on the ground.

The top one was a separate application from the family of another test subject, dated three months prior.

"Pick it up." Li Su's voice was devoid of warmth.

Zhang Hong dared not resist and floated in mid-air, frantically picking up the materials.

His hands were shaking, and he couldn't pick it up no matter how many times he tried.

"I...I'll pick them up! I'll pick them all up! Please let me go! I'll never do it again!"

He picked them up while crying, his tears falling onto the paper and blurring the ink.

Li Su watched his clumsy performance without any expression on her face.