Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"Insufficient evidence? Did those dozens of rioters at the foot of the Jin Mao Tower just fall from the sky? Are all those spent shell casings fake? So many people died, and this old bastard just donates some money, pushes a dead body out to take the fall, and everything's fine?"

Lei Zhen paced back and forth in the cramped room like a lion trapped in a cage. "What are we risking our lives for? Just to see these scumbags get away with it?"

Compared to Lei Zhen's fury, Zhou Ming appeared to be much calmer.

Back when Sun Qiming repeatedly obstructed Zhou Ming's investigation of the locked-room murder case, Zhou Ming had already understood a principle: the law may be equal, but not every criminal can be brought to court equally.

"The forces protecting Wei Donghai probably don't just come from the city," Zhou Ming said in a low voice. "To be able to protect him at this critical juncture, the power must come from at least the province, or even higher."

"Aren't they even going to care about the evidence?" Lei Zhen suddenly stopped and stared.

"The Wei Group's legal and public relations team, which they've maintained for twenty years, isn't just for show," Zhou Ming shook his head. "Give them enough time, and the evidence can be 'processed' into what's needed. Like this time, once Gao Tianyou died, all the leads could be traced back to him—organized crime, shootouts, illegal possession of firearms. In the official narrative, this case is already closed."

"So we're just going to leave it at that?" Lei Zhen gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Of course not."

Zhou Ming moved the binoculars closer, and the figure typing on the keyboard in front of the computer was clearly visible through the lens.

"Wei Donghai may escape the law, but he cannot escape something else."

Zhou Ming said coldly, "We're not the only ones watching Xu Changming right now. Xu Changming is the core of Chenxi Biotechnology and one of the creators of Xu Suyuan's nightmare. They'll come knocking on our door sooner or later."

"We not only need to wait for them to show up, but we also need to dig out irrefutable evidence from Xu Changming that dragged Wei Donghai into the mud. Wei Donghai has made too many messes, and eventually the mess will come out."

Lei Zhen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart: "Unfortunately, all the legal responsibilities of Chenxi Biotechnology have been pushed onto the head of the dead Wu Guodong. Xu Changming is only a 'technical consultant' in the public records, he didn't even join the board of directors, so we can't touch him."

"That's why it's suspicious." Zhou Ming gestured for Lei Zhen to look at the surveillance footage. "Normally, having just escaped unscathed, he should be keeping a low profile. But look at his movements these past few days—not only have he not become more restrained, but he seems to be rushing to finish something. What is he preparing?"

He paused, then turned his gaze to Lei Zhen: "I've instructed the technical department to closely monitor his network activity and external connections. Have you found anything?"

"Got it." Lei Zhen pulled a report from the folder. "The technical department intercepted several encrypted emails sent from his computer. Although the content was disguised in multiple ways, the technical department still managed to crack some of the keywords."

Lei Zhen read aloud: "'Amplification of human neural electrical signals,' 'Adrenaline metabolism threshold under extreme emotions,' 'Abnormally active pineal gland bands'..."

Zhou Ming frowned.

The combination of these words creates an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

"And this too." Lei Zhen took out another photo. "The technical department extracted a shot from a long-distance surveillance video showing Xu Changming briefly exposing himself writing notes at the study window. The original image was extremely blurry and had glare interference, but after multiple rounds of image enhancement, some of the content's outline was reconstructed."

The photos show images of those manuscript fragments that have been restored using technology.

The handwriting was messy, even fanatical, and it was covered with complex human neural diagrams and some incomprehensible mathematical models.

But in the very center, one line of text was heavily circled in red pen—

[Second-generation emotion-inducing experimental design: from passive stimulation to active induction]

"He continues."

Zhou Ming's pupils contracted slightly. "Dawn Biotechnology has collapsed, but it hasn't stopped. In fact... it's planning something even more outrageous."

Through the binoculars, Xu Changming suddenly stopped typing.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and unconsciously tapped his fingers in the air, as if he were working out some complex formula.

Even from this distance, Zhou Ming could almost see the fanaticism of a scientific madman on the man's face.

"He's organizing the data," Zhou Ming said in a low voice. "He's packing up the 'achievements' of Dawn Biotechnology over the past few years and taking them to an even more secretive location to restart the experiments."

"Dream on." A ruthless glint flashed in Lei Zhen's eyes. "If he dares to make a move, we'll arrest him."

……

The surveillance continued until 11:55 p.m. the next day.

Zhou Ming frowned. "Xu Changming is acting strangely today. He's an extremely disciplined and arrogant person. Although he's been busy these past few days, he's been very organized. But tonight... he's like a trapped beast that senses the executioner's blade coming down."

In the footage, Xu Changming, wearing a bathrobe, paces back and forth in his spacious study.

His hair was disheveled, and his eyes would occasionally glance out the window before quickly looking back, as if countless pairs of eyes were lurking in the darkness, watching him.

Suddenly, Xu Changming stopped in his tracks.

As if he had made up his mind, he strode to the most hidden corner of the bookshelf, took down several large medical books, and pulled out a black object from a hidden compartment behind them.

"There's a new development!" Zhou Ming shouted in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Lei Zhen quickly moved closer to the backup monitoring screen.

It was an old-fashioned notebook that looked quite old, with a dark brown leather cover and worn, frayed edges.

Xu Changming held it as if it were a bomb that could explode at any moment, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"What is that?" Lei Zhen narrowed his eyes. "This wasn't mentioned in the previous intelligence."

"I don't know, but judging from his appearance, if what's recorded here were to be exposed, it would be worse than death." Zhou Ming stared intently at the screen. "He's sat down, he's flipping through... he's writing! Technical department, see if you can adjust the angle to get a clearer picture of the content!"

However, an unexpected change occurred.

Zhou Ming, who had been staring at the camera, suddenly had his pupils contract.

"Wait! What is he doing?!"

In the camera's view, Xu Changming, who was writing furiously at his desk, suddenly stopped.

The pause was extremely abrupt, not like a pause during thinking, but more like... a pause button being pressed on the whole person.

His back was ramrod straight, even stiff to the point of being almost anachronistic. The anxious expression on his face froze for a moment, followed by an extreme look of terror spreading across his face.

His mouth was wide open, as if he was desperately trying to scream, but the veins on his neck bulged and his Adam's apple bobbed violently, yet he couldn't make a sound.