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The buzzing of the Hypnosis Device sounded like a rusty saw, slowly cutting into Han Xiao's temples. The golden-rimmed glasses of Doctor Zhao reflected the warm yellow light of the therapy room, while the portrait of Freud hanging on the wall appeared blurred in the shadows.
"Now you are walking through a corridor filled with lilies of the valley," Doctor Zhao's voice dripped with a honey-like thickness, "pushing open that door carved with peacocks..."
The scent of disinfectant suddenly transformed into the salty breeze of the sea. Han Xiao's eyelashes fluttered as memories began to develop like a reversed film—two years ago at a New Year's Eve party, Li Ce's sapphire cufflinks glimmered coldly under the champagne tower's reflection. At that moment, he was clinking glasses with a man wearing golden-rimmed glasses; the snake-shaped ring on that man's ring finger reminded her of the same cufflinks found beside Zhou Mingli's corpse last week.
"That is a signal token for a smuggling group from Cambodia." Lin Xiao's voice suddenly came from the monitoring room. Han Xiao realized she was observing the therapy process through a two-way mirror. Doctor Zhao's pen abruptly halted on the medical record, ink spreading across the date of December 24, 1999.
【The Altered Christmas Eve】
The leather restraints on the therapy bed suddenly tightened. Fractured images flashed across Han Xiao's retina: on Li Ce's blue-tinted glasses, a yellowed ultrasound report of a pregnant woman was reflected—exactly what she had found at the Backup Medical Station, numbered L-1979.
"Signs of memory alteration are evident." Lin Xiao pulled up the brainwave chart, where a certain frequency displayed mechanical repetition. "Someone used pentobarbital sodium combined with psychological suggestion to erase three hours and seven minutes of her memory."
At the moment the therapy room door burst open, Han Xiao suddenly vomited a light green liquid. The viscous substance sizzled on the hardwood floor, corroding it into serpentine patterns. When Mao Yixuan rushed in, he saw his wife's convulsing fingers tracing out "L-1979" on the ground—the very formula for the catalyst involved in the Chemical Plant Explosion case from years ago.
"Get a paternity test for the child." Han Xiao clutched her husband's sweat-soaked shirt, pulling out a yellowed sperm donation agreement from her inner pocket. "This is Li Ce's frozen record from twenty years ago at Renai Hospital."
【Bloody Christmas】
The emergency lights in the corridor suddenly turned blood red. A Yong kicked open the safety door and shouted, "The medical station has been breached!" The tablet in his hand froze on the surveillance footage from the Insulation Box: in news clips from 1999, Mao Yixuan's Father picked up a swaddled infant at the explosion site, blood trails winding through the snow formed into "revenge" in Russian.
A gasp from Lin Xiao came through an encrypted channel: "Restored old photographs show that Li Ce's biological mother was an intern funded by the Mao family’s medical school!" The projector cast yellowed experimental records onto the white wall of the therapy room; one page dated December 24, 1999 read: "Volunteer No. 07 exhibited rejection reactions; embryo implantation surgery failed."
The sound of heavy rain pounding against the Bulletproof Glass suddenly ceased. Mao Yixuan discovered that all surveillance footage was frozen on a corner of his father's study, where an old slide projector was hidden. As he rushed into the darkroom, he saw Han Xiao holding up a slide—twenty years ago on Christmas Eve, his father stood before a burning Chemical Plant, cradling baby Li Ce, with "L-1979" embroidered as a chemical structure on the swaddling blanket.
Li Ce was the product of an illegal embryo experiment. Han Xiao's voice surfaced from the depths, "Your father covered up a medical accident with an explosion, and the body of Li Ce's mother..." She suddenly fell silent, memories flooding back of the autopsy photos on the walls of Li Ce's secret chamber, each corpse bearing circular surgical scars in the area of the uterus.
At the moment the medical station lost power, Han Xiao felt the raised letters on the title page of her hardcover copy of The Kite Runner. When the emergency lights flickered on, she saw a death contract pinched between her fingers—Mao Yixuan's handwriting was disturbingly neat: "If the ultimate measure is initiated, ensure that Xiao and the child receive the Swiss Safe Key."
The heart monitor emitted a sharp alarm. The child had somehow freed himself from the monitoring equipment and was using an intravenous needle to draw on the observation window. The chaotic bloodstains had congealed in the low-temperature environment, forming an accurate molecular structure diagram—the very corrosive components of Han Xiao's vomit.
His iris is changing! A nurse screamed, pointing at the Insulation Box. In the amber-colored pupils of the infant, Li Ce's distinctive radial cracks were emerging—these were corneal tattoos he had received in Bangkok's black market.
Lin Xiao's virus scan suddenly locked onto a segment of encrypted radio waves. As the projection screen descended, everyone witnessed the most horrifying truth: the central air conditioning system of the medical station was continuously playing sound waves at specific frequencies, which could induce abnormal neurotransmitter secretion in infants.
"Memory implantation." Doctor Zhao slumped in his swivel chair. "They are using the infant's unclosed fontanelle for brainwave intervention."
As Mao Yixuan smashed open a fire hydrant to retrieve a backup serum, he heard Han Xiao reciting a Russian lullaby. It was a tune his mother used to sing, but now it emerged from the child's mouth in Li Ce's voice: "Brother, our game has just begun."
In the underground archive room, a musty smell lingered as Han Xiao's fingertips brushed over a dusty box of microscopic slides. Suddenly, she jerked her hand back—on a film canister from December 1999 were dried traces of amniotic fluid.
The projector creaked to life, revealing a young Father Mao on a bluish screen. He was injecting an unknown substance into a premature infant inside the Insulation Box; the serpentine birthmark on the back of the baby's neck perfectly matched Li Ce's tattoo. A sudden scream from an intern pierced through: "There’s a rejection reaction in embryo transplantation!"
"I found it!" Lin Xiao deciphered Morse code along the edge of the film strip. "Li Ce's mother's body is hidden in an underground cold storage facility at the old Chemical Plant."
As the armored vehicle crashed through the entrance of the medical station, Han Xiao was wrapping a child in a bulletproof vest. In the rearview mirror, Li Ce's Mercedes G65 resembled a shark sensing blood. Suddenly, the car radio began to play a Christmas carol from twenty years ago. The glove compartment popped open, revealing a yellowed photograph—Mao Yixuan and Li Ce lying side by side in an incubator, their heart rate curves displayed on the monitor identical.
"Twins experiment." Han Xiao's nails dug into his palm as he finally understood why Li Ce always claimed they shared the same blood. The windshield shattered suddenly, and from the back seat came the eerie laughter of a baby, reflecting in the mirror was none other than Li Ce's face.
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