I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

Two months later.

The Special Investigations Bureau is building a new laboratory.

The laboratory air is kept at a constant temperature and humidity, with the temperature maintained at 22.7 degrees Celsius and the humidity at 45 percent.

The central air conditioning system operates with low noise, and the airflow from the air outlets is filtered through multiple layers, achieving a cleanliness level of 10,000.

The walls are made of a single seamless aluminum alloy sandwich panel with a matte finish that does not reflect any glare.

The ground has been calibrated with a laser level, and the flatness error within three meters does not exceed 0.3 millimeters.

It's fair to say that the cost of the entire laboratory is enough to buy more than a dozen buildings on Hong Kong Island.

……

This is the Seventh Institute of Biological Anomalies under the Special Investigation Bureau, which is one of the key research projects newly established by China.

Current research focuses on live samples of copy-related biological tissues, including copy organisms, plants, and ecological environments.

There are twelve staff members in this laboratory.

Everyone was wearing white protective suits, goggles, and respirators, and even wore three layers of gloves.

Latex gloves, cut-resistant Kevlar gloves, and then the outermost layer of corrosion-resistant nitrile gloves.

Twelve researchers stood in a circle around the central sterile workbench, ensuring that the transparent culture chamber in the center of the workbench could be seen from any angle.

The creature inside the incubation chamber is a supernatural being.

More accurately, it is the serial number – GWCZRRS-01.

This is the pinyin abbreviation for high-risk supernatural pregnancy.

However, in daily communication within the laboratory, everyone is more accustomed to calling it the "umbilical cord".

Yes, an umbilical cord.

These are fragments of the corpse of a player named Lin Hao, which appeared several months ago after the completion of the "Huang Laotai's Birthday" dungeon.

Of his entire body, only the umbilical cord containing the baby remained alive.

The research institute has confirmed that Lin Hao is dead. Biologically speaking, the life that was conceived in the umbilical cord possesses the genes of Lin Hao and his ex-girlfriend.

This is a new life.

The culture chamber is filled with a special nutrient solution, which is slightly yellow in color and has a viscosity similar to human amniotic fluid.

The umbilical cord was lying at the bottom of the cabin, about forty centimeters long, and its diameter had swelled to the thickness of an adult's arm.

It has a healthy red color and is covered with a thin layer of transparent mucus.

"The nutrient solution is changed every six hours. The fully automatic circulation system heats it to 36.7 degrees Celsius before changing it, simulating human body temperature..."

"...The circulation system is equipped with twelve sensors to detect various indicators. These data are automatically recorded every minute and are cross-backed up by three independent systems."

The survival rate of the umbilical cord is 100%...

"It's growing too fast; it completely defies the laws of life science."

At the center where the blood vessels converge, there is a vague shadow.

From its initial size of a soybean, to the size of a quail egg, and now—it has become a complete, curled-up human figure.

A baby.

A baby who is actually only a few months old, but is almost full-term.

That's why there were twelve people waiting in the lab at the same time.

They waited for several months and conducted 1,122 observations.

Observe three times a day, for twenty minutes each time.

It seemed that with each observation, the baby grew a little bigger.

Sometimes, in just twenty minutes, a baby can grow from the size of an apple to the size of a grapefruit, like a video that has been fast-forwarded.

But sometimes, it won't grow an inch in three days, as if it needs time to accumulate strength.

The twelve people stared at it intently, like twelve children guarding the glass of an aquarium.

……

……

"Your systolic blood pressure has increased."

One of the staff members’ voices came from behind the protective mask.

"The frequency of fetal movements has also changed."

Another staff member added that she spoke faster than the previous one, and one hand was already on the biosafety alarm button on the wall.

The button is red and has a flip cover to prevent accidental activation.

Laboratory regulations stipulate that in the event of contamination or loss of control, researchers must press this button immediately. The entire laboratory will be sealed off within five seconds, and a Level 1 alarm will be sent to the Special Investigations Bureau's central control center.

But no one pressed it.

It hasn't reached that point yet.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for the "birth" of a new life.

……

"The amniotic fluid sac is fluctuating more widely. The probability of rupture is increasing."

The analyst stared at the 3D ultrasound image, his finger sliding across the touchpad:

"...The baby's fingers have already separated, no longer in the fused state of the embryonic stage."

Behind the protective mask, there was more relief and anticipation on his face.

It has been doing this every now and then for the past few months.

Each time you grasp it, the blood vessels in the umbilical cord throb even faster.

At a certain point in time, the color of the liquid in the culture chamber suddenly began to change.

All twelve people leaned forward at the same time:

"My water broke."

"He's about to be born."

"This is simply a miracle."

The umbilical cord split in the middle; the cord that had once coiled around Lin Hao's neck like a snake was torn apart from the inside at the sixth minute and fifteenth second of the one thousand one hundred and twenty-third observation.

Sticky amniotic fluid gushed out of the fissure, and a baby slid out of it.

It was very small and very red, with a layer of white vernix caseosa covering its body.

The chest was rising and falling.

He is breathing.

He doesn't need anyone to pat the soles of his feet, he doesn't need any suction devices.

He was breathing on his own.

—His breathing was very steady, like a baby who had been born long ago sleeping at night.

Then, he opened his eyes.

This left all the researchers present stunned.

The two shiny black eyes slowly rotated in the incubation chamber, looking at the twelve faces surrounding it one by one, from left to right and from right to left.

He looked at them slowly and carefully, as if he were an adult observing them.

Then he spoke:

"Thanks."

"Thank you for taking care of me."

The baby said.

The sound was very soft, but the recording equipment in the laboratory clearly recorded the two words.

He spoke standard Mandarin, with clear pronunciation and a calm tone.

He even added a touch of politeness.

A deathly silence fell over the laboratory.

The expressions on everyone's faces froze.

Someone's hand was still on the alarm.

Some people were still in the posture of taking notes, with the pen tip hovering above the notepad.

Some people tried to swallow, but found their throats were as dry as sandpaper.

One minute, or maybe two minutes.

No one moved.

After the baby finished speaking, it quieted down, its mouth still open.

Then, a nurse stepped forward.

She was transferred to this laboratory by the Special Investigations Bureau several months ago; she was previously the head nurse of the neonatal intensive care unit at a military hospital.

The head nurse had a small national flag pasted on her sleeve, next to the Special Investigations Bureau badge on her chest.

She walked to the incubation chamber, opened the door, and moved very slowly.

Just as she had delivered countless babies before, the head nurse gently lifted the infant out of the culture medium with both hands.

The baby was very small and soft, and its skin was wrinkled from being soaked for a long time.

His whole body was covered in sticky amniotic fluid, and the hair at the back of his head was wet in clumps.

The little hand gently grasped the head nurse's finger, and the gazes of those around softened.

Putting people first is not just a slogan.

No matter how strange his birth was, or how eccentric his behavior after birth, he is now a person.

"Don't be afraid."

The nurse took a small blanket from her colleague and gently wiped the amniotic fluid from the baby's face, whispering as she did so:

Welcome to this world.

No one interrupted her, and no one stopped her.

The researchers in white coats stood quietly, their eyes full of smiles.

The baby didn't speak, but lay confusedly in the blanket, his eyes wide open, looking at the nurse.

A slight smile even appeared on his face.

The nurse wrapped him up, held him in her arms, and gently rocked him twice.

No one knows what this child is.

No one knows why he was born with intelligence, or whether he has memories of killing his father.

But in this laboratory, as cold as an operating table, he was held in the arms of a nurse, wrapped in a warm yellow blanket.

She was accepted like a real child.

After discussion, everyone decided to name the child:

Nezha.

……

The camera on the top of the laboratory is still running silently.

The red video recording indicator light flashed in the dark, recording the entire scene.