He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

At 6 a.m., the boundary decree was restored to normal.

Fu Yang kicked open the door to the power distribution room on the third floor and manually restarted the backup power supply.

The incandescent light bulb flickered a few times, and the entire building lit up again.

The communication channel was in an uproar with calls coming in one after another.

"Third team! Third team, did you hear me?!"

"An injured person has been found in the fifth-floor corridor!"

"The archives! Someone's unconscious in the archives!"

The support arrived quickly.

All the branches of the Ninghai Municipal Public Security Bureau sent people over.

Zou Rong stood in the lobby on the first floor, watching the officers rush in and out, and watching the stretchers being carried out.

Watching those file boxes brought out from the basement being piled up one by one.

A female agent jogged over and saluted: "Chief, a large amount of experimental data, gene samples, and a headless female corpse have been found in the underground mezzanine. The preliminary assessment is that the time of death was no more than three hours ago."

"Where is Kang Zhengyuan?"

"He's dead. His carotid artery was severed, and he lost too much blood."

Zou Rong took off her glasses and wiped the lenses.

"Continue the search."

By noon, the entire building had been turned upside down.

Seventeen boxes of documents, forty-three genetic samples, and twelve alien remains were moved out of a secret room in the basement.

There is also a data server that is still running and a list.

The list contains eighty-four names.

Each one corresponds to an outcast who was forcibly subjected to a gene fusion experiment.

Each name is followed by the experiment number, fusion result, and treatment method.

In the disposal method section, the two words written most often are: destruction.

Zou Rong slammed the list on the table, her fingers trembling.

These experiments cannot be completed in three to five days.

It started more than ten years ago, in the basement of the building right beneath his feet. Every day, aliens are dragged in, and every day, corpses are dragged out.

The Special Administration Bureau, which claims to protect the order between the two worlds, became the sanctuary for this massacre.

Zou Rong sat back down in her chair, picked up her thermos, and took a sip of water.

I soaked the goji berries for the third time without changing them, and they've become so bland they've lost all their flavor.

He recalled that when he was transferred from Tianhai City three months ago, the former director, Lao Zhao, patted him on the shoulder and said...

"Ninghai is great, there are few typhoons, seafood is cheap, and it's a comfortable place to retire."

I'll f*** your mother, Old Zhao.

But it's no use cursing anyone now.

The documents for holding those responsible accountable are already on their way, and the hundreds of agents below are waiting for his instructions.

Zou Rong put the thermos on the table, picked up the landline, and dialed the number of the Beijing headquarters.

"Hey... Director Lin, I'm sorry to bother you. Yes, it's me, I'm Zou Rong, the director of the Ninghai Special Administration Bureau."

"I am now reporting to the General Administration that an illegal biological laboratory was discovered inside our building early this morning."

"This involves multiple cross-species gene fusion experiments, on a large scale, spanning at least ten years. We request the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television's Inspectorate to intervene in the investigation."

After hanging up, he dialed a second number.

"Logistics Department, clear out three meeting rooms for me today. The General Administration's investigation team is arriving immediately. Everyone cancels their leave and is on standby at their posts."

The third call was made to the intelligence section.

"Have you found the predator and the white wolf yet?"

"Not yet, Director Zou, we're still searching."

"Alright, we absolutely must find these two outcasts!"

Zou Rong hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair, looking at the fluorescent light tube on the ceiling.

It's been flashing for three months now, and every time I report it for repair, they say they don't have the parts.

When Zhao Laogou was in power, he couldn't even bear to change a light bulb, yet he hid a secret under his feet for ten years.

He stood up and walked to the window, looking at the escort vehicles coming and going and the busy agents downstairs, when he suddenly remembered something.

Three months ago, when he came to take over, he found a letter in Zhao Laogou's desk drawer.

There was nothing written on the envelope, only a note inside.

The note read: "Don't dig any further."

Zou Rong initially thought that Lao Zhao was just playing tricks because he had lost money in the stock market.

It turned out not to be.

He rubbed his temples, turned around, and went out.

Fu Yang was leaning against the wall smoking in the corridor. When he saw him come out, he stubbed out his cigarette in the small metal box he carried with him.

"Director Zou, there are people from the Control Yuan outside..."

"Who leaked the information?"

"I don't know. But part of the experimental list has already been leaked."

Zou Rong remained silent.

Looking at his expression, Fu Yang asked a pointless question: "How should we handle this?"

"Suppress it for now."

"What if I can't control it?"

Zou Rong stopped and looked at Fu Yang, making Fu Yang feel a little uneasy.

"Captain Fu, you joined the Special Administration Bureau twenty years ago, right?"

"right."

"Then tell me, how many things in this building are still unknown to me?"

Fu Yang was silent for a few seconds: "Director Zou, there are some things... I really don't know. You have to believe me."

Zou Rong stared at him for a long time before finally patting him on the shoulder.

Give me a cigarette.

The two men stood at the end of the corridor smoking, neither of them saying a word.

Smoke drifted out through the ventilation vents. Outside, it was early morning in Ninghai City; the sun had just risen, and the streets were already bustling with activity.

A breakfast cart was parked at the intersection, the steam from soy milk and fried dough sticks mingling with car exhaust fumes as it rose into the air.

Everything is the same as yesterday.

But the Ninghai Special Administration Bureau has completely changed starting today.

...

...

Three days later, the full investigation concluded.

All the data, gene samples, and experimental records in the basement, along with the DNA comparison report of the headless female corpse, were compiled and handed over to the General Administration's Inspection Institute.

The "alien gene fusion experiment" led by former Director General of the Bureau of Biology, Isabella Valentine, more than a decade ago has been fully exposed.

Eighty-four outcasts were forced to participate in the experiment, and zero survived.

Eleven researchers involved in the experiment were killed over the past decade, all from excessive blood loss. The killer, Predator, is still at large.

Zhao Yongchang, the former director of the Ninghai Special Administration Bureau, has been formally arrested on charges of harboring criminals and dereliction of duty.

Deputy Director Chen Guodong had previously been detained on charges of treason.

The General Administration of Customs and the Supervisory Commission dispatched an investigation team to Ninghai to conduct a comprehensive review of all the records of Ninghai Special Administration Bureau’s operations over the past fifteen years.

At the same time, the General Administration launched an internal rectification, and the four major war zones simultaneously conducted self-inspections.

Zou Rong, director of the Ninghai Special Zone Administration Bureau, was given a major demerit, but because he actively cooperated in the investigation and had been in office for less than six months, he retained his original position.

...

...

Zheng Xingguang is on administrative leave for the next few days.

He didn't go anywhere; he just stayed in the safe house.

Xiao Hua sat on the bed with an old comic book he had found spread out on his lap.

She couldn't see the words, but she loved touching the pictures, her fingers tracing the lines little by little, occasionally looking up at him and saying, "This is so smooth."

Zheng Xingguang sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the empty cup on the coffee table.

Bai Ziheng's words kept replaying in his mind.

He remembered being pinned to the ground like a dog in the corridor that night.

He recalled pointing a sword at the person who had saved his sister and himself three times.

Ironically, the very person he risked his life to protect was on that criminal list.

Kang Zhengyuan, former deputy director of the Biological Management Section of the Special Administration Bureau, was one of the core members of the heterogeneous gene fusion experiment.

He was responsible for translating Isabella's theoretical plan into practical operation, and he personally put more than half of the eighty-four outcasts into the petri dishes.

He was blocking the doorway to the guest room and shouted at Bai Ziheng, "One thing at a time."

He didn't know what he was protecting.

I wonder what kind of justice those people he kept outside wanted to seek.

He knows nothing and can do nothing.

"Little Flower".

"Um."

"The person I used to protect sent many aliens into the lab more than ten years ago, turning them into monsters, and they eventually died."

"He also sent a little girl and her mother inside. The person I was protecting was a participant in human experimentation and an accomplice of the murderer."

Xiaohua closed the comic book, her gray-white blind eyes pointing in his direction. She thought for a long time before speaking.

"Zheng Xingguang".

"Um."

"You just wanted to save a father with a child."

Zheng Xingguang kept his head down and didn't say anything.

Xiao Hua tilted her head, and her usually expressionless face forced a smile.

"The day you saved me, I was squatting in front of a trash can eating bread."

"I smell terrible, my hair is tangled, and my fingernails are full of dirt. You could have just taken me back and locked me up."

"But you didn't. You bathed me, taught me how to button my clothes, cooked noodles for me, and celebrated my birthday. You are very important to me."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again, her fingers touching the cover of the comic book, her voice very soft.

"I'm not very good at speaking; no one taught me before. But I know you're a good person. You did a lot. You saved me."

Zheng Xingguang looked at her.

She didn't realize she was saying anything sentimental; she was simply recounting her experiences in a straightforward manner.

But she spoke very seriously, and every word was painstakingly pieced together by her.

Zheng Xingguang nodded: "Thank you. But I can't do this anymore."

He stood up.

"I'm leaving the Special Administration Bureau."

"Huh?"

Little Flower tilted her head.

"In the Special Administration Bureau, I couldn't see the whole picture. I was limited by the rules and my identity. Every time I made a choice, I thought it was for justice, but later I found it was just foolish."

He paused.

"I want to go out and see the world, to see the truth of this world from another perspective."

"So...where are you planning to go?"

Xiao Hua asked.

Zheng Xingguang looked at her: "Go to a place where I can start learning again."