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The end of the Fallopian Tube surfaced a string of Frozen Embryo Transport Numbers, each one seeping blood. My newly formed abdomen suddenly swelled, and as the stretch marks cracked open, the last frame of the deleted surveillance footage from a Middle School Classroom emerged—my Mother, wearing Surgical Gloves, injecting me with an Ovarian Stimulation Injection in a Biological Laboratory.
"The Evidence Chain is complete," the Presiding Judge declared. The Mechanical Arm suddenly melted, and the dripping Liquid Metal congealed into a structural diagram of a Cross-Border Medical Ship on the Surgical Table. The creases of the blueprint exuded the fragrance of an Undercover Female Officer, mingling with the White Mist of a Cold Chain Transport Box's Refrigerant, coalescing into a DNA Comparison Report on the inner wall of my Uterus.
Cervical Mucus abruptly carbonized into a Data Cable, piercing the Presiding Judge's spine and erupting into remnants of a Dark Web Live Stream Bullet Screen. Each Danmaku wrapped around my Mother's high heels as they crushed an Umbilical Cord Blood Storage Bag in slow motion, the Heel smeared with Amniotic Fluid suddenly revealing the password to Interpol's Evidence Room.
Fragments of a Dark Web Server coalesced into Obstetrical Forceps, shattering my Right Clavicle and causing Ashes to suddenly reassemble. From within the ashes surfaced footage from Twenty Years Ago in the Delivery Room Monitoring—Midwives stuffing one of the twins into a Cold Chain Box while my Birth Certificate was being altered by my Stepfather with a blood-stained pen to change my Gender.
"The Synchronization Rate has exceeded critical value!" At that moment, as the Presiding Judge's Chest Cavity split open, it was not a Circuit Board that poured forth but rather the original Junior High School Physical Examination Report. Sparks from burning paper solidified on the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain, forming my Mother's signature on the Embryo Donation Agreement, each Signature carrying the scent of Ovarian Stimulation Injection.
The remains of a Cold Chain Transport Box reconfigured into a Scalpel that suddenly reversed direction; as its tip pierced my Neonatal Uterus, Platinum Solution revealed Interpol's International Police Raid Footage. The Barcode on the Cryopreserved Embryo Transport Box began to melt, and the dripping ink twisted into my homeroom teacher's Bank Statement for Trafficking Eggs.
My new Fingertip suddenly inserted itself into the Presiding Judge's Mechanical Eye, vaporizing the Data Chip I extracted in my Palm. In the smoke appeared my Mother's hand adorned with a Wedding Ring, inserting a Forged Organ Donation Consent Form into the inner pocket of my twelve-year-old backpack; inside the ring was inscribed the Registration Number of a Cross-Border Medical Ship.
The Fallopian Tube spasmed around the remains of a Dark Web Server, with Mucosa exuding Morse Code etched by a female officer's eyelashes onto the Cold Storage Chamber. The deciphered Electric Wave shattered the Cervical Cerclage, and splashes of Amniotic Fluid revealed Director Wang's deleted Death Certificate in Holographic Projection.
"The Container is about to collapse!" The Presiding Judge's voice suddenly morphed into my Stepfather's cold laugh as Mechanical Fingers elongated into Ventilation Ducts of a Biological Laboratory. As Rusty Iron peeled away, it revealed scratches from that night I was locked on the Dissection Table; Scabs suddenly displayed Latitude and Longitude Coordinates from Medical Ship Nautical Logs.
The remains of a Cold Chain Transport Box and Refrigerated Truck Engine roared within my Pelvic Depth, and as Shuang Hua fell away, it unexpectedly spelled out Interpol Yun Duan. When 99% of Red Numbers dripped down, I suddenly heard Electric Current Sounds from surveillance footage before formatting in my Ear Canal; Sound Waves shattered the Platinum Coating within my Fallopian Tube.
The Umbilical Cord formed from Dark Web Data Streams suddenly tightened around the Presiding Judge's neck, Strangulation Marks seeping Cryopreserved Embryo Transport Liquid. The moment that liquid hit the ground, it reflected my Mother’s hidden Blood Sample Tube within her Ear Pendant—that was my Twin Brother’s Cord Blood, with Label Date matching my Junior High Enrollment day.
Cervical Laceration gushed not blood but rather Security Codes from beneath a Cross-Border Milk Powder Can. As numbers burned in the air, Flames twisted into patterns resembling my Stepfather’s Sole; Shoe Prints crushed down on a Memory Card that the female officer had hidden with her last strength in the inner pocket of a Cold Chain Transport Box.
"You are the Container." The Presiding Judge's mechanical voice, accompanied by the sound of metal grinding, echoed as the Chest Cavity suddenly burst open, revealing the Surveillance Footage from the Medical Ship's Bottom Cabin. In the Camera's view, Mother was kissing a baby boy, while I was bound to the Embryo Extraction Device in the adjacent cabin. The date on the display screen was today, twenty years later.
The end of the Fallopian Tube shattered the Cold Chain Container that had solidified within the Pelvis.
Fragments of the Dark Web Server emitted a red glow, igniting a new Embryo Donation Agreement on the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain. Mother's Signature was inscribed at the moment the Mechanical Arm pierced through her heart—
(End of Chapter)
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