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The red light of the industrial explosives timer flickered in the ruins of the Chemical Plant. Han Xiao's dust mask was thick with radioactive dust. The child in her arms suddenly coughed violently, the amber pupils glinting with blood vessels under the emergency lights—this was a typical symptom of an overdose of neuroinhibitors.
"There's nineteen minutes left." Mao Yixuan's voice came through the intercom, accompanied by the rapid tapping of a keyboard. He was deciphering their father's handwritten journal three kilometers away in the command vehicle. The yellowed pages were scrawled with, "The maturity of the test subject is positively correlated with explosive yield."
Han Xiao's military boots suddenly sank into the thick tar. As the light illuminated her feet, she realized it was a molten pit formed by a laboratory explosion twenty years ago, with a charred piece of baby swaddling cloth embedded in the central depression—exactly like the fabric that had wrapped Li Ce when he was rescued.
"Mom, left-side pipeline." The child whispered in Russian, his vocal cord vibrations matching Li Ce's last words. Han Xiao pried open the rusted valve, revealing a password lock that required DNA verification; traces of dried amniotic fluid still clung to the sampling port.
Lin Xiao's warning pierced through the electrical noise: "Don't let him touch it! The neural signals will..." Before he could finish, the child's finger had already pressed down on the detection area. The moment the password lock opened, a groan of twisted steel echoed from deep within the ruins, and rusty ventilation ducts collapsed like dominoes.
A Yong's drone transmitted thermal imaging: a lead-gray column rose from deep within the ruins, its surface etched with "L-1979," identical to the medical record codes from Renai Hospital. Han Xiao recognized this as her father's Blast Chamber, where embryo experiments had taken place twenty years ago.
"The voiceprint password is 'Katyusha' in B-flat." The voice of a Russian intelligence dealer crackled over the communication channel. The child suddenly began to hum this nursery rhyme, and as the hydraulic door of the Blast Chamber creaked open with aged lubricant, cold air mixed with the pungent smell of Formaline rushed out.
On the circular screen inside, surveillance footage from 1999 flickered: a young Father Mao placed two embryos into Cultivation Chambers labeled "Main Test Subject" and "Control Group." Li Ce's voice suddenly echoed behind Han Xiao: "What you hold is a third-generation improvement."
As Han Xiao turned around, she knocked over a rack of reagents; amidst the sound of shattering glass, she saw the face of an intruder—an assassin wearing a skin mask identical to Li Ce's. On their medical silicone gloves were traces of a developer matching those found at Zhou Mingli's death scene.
"Father pursued the perfect vessel until his death." The assassin's voice modulator emitted a mechanical tone as they unsheathed a scalpel to unwrap the child’s swaddling cloth. "Memory transplantation is the ultimate solution." Just as the blade was about to pierce the fontanelle, the Blast Chamber suddenly tilted, and twenty years' worth of experimental logs fluttered like snowflakes.
The countdown numbers flickered on the cracked screen. Han Xiao lunged toward the control panel, discovering that the detonation device was connected to twelve liquid nitrogen tanks in the basement—inside, suspended embryos were slowly opening their eyes.
"Use the cerebrospinal fluid samples!" Mao Yixuan's voice roared through the intercom. As Han Xiao plunged a blood sampling needle into his lumbar spine, the calming agent flowed into the detector. Suddenly, the entire ruin trembled, and metal debris formed an escape route in midair.
The ground collapsed under the shockwave of the explosion. Han Xiao fell into the air raid shelter, cradling the child as emergency lights illuminated the walls covered with dense experimental records: each embryo's death report stamped with "control group." Li Ce's voice came through the loudspeaker: "These are the real Backups..."
At that moment, the child erupted into cries. The sound waves activated the old fire suppression system, causing a violent reaction between dry chemical extinguishers and leaking chemical agents. Han Xiao shielded the child with his body, hearing A Yong's shout amidst the scorching airwaves: "Interpol has located the dark web server!"
【Global Live Broadcast】
A strange pattern formed by thick smoke rose above the ruins. Footage from twenty years ago streamed globally via the dark web: Li Ce was bound to an operating table while Father Mao injected an unknown substance into his temple. At the end of the video, a brainwave chart flashed—encrypted with the child's cries as a self-destruct command.
When the SWAT team burst into the air raid shelter, Han Xiao was extracting a microchip from the child's nape with surgical pliers. The grain-sized crystal bore an inscription in Russian: "The truth always reveals itself in ashes."
Mao Yixuan's communication suddenly cut off. Han Xiao picked up a charred wedding ring from the rubble; under a magnifying glass, he could see an inscription on the inner band: "Until the smoke clears—Xuan."
【Embers Unextinguished】
Deep within the air raid shelter, concrete cracked ominously. The twelve liquid nitrogen tanks sequentially ruptured in aftershocks, and embryos flowed into an underground river along with contaminated water. The child in Han Xiao's arms suddenly pointed toward something, their pupils reflecting a flickering light at the end of a passageway—that was Zhou Mingli's last contact before death: a cold chain transport box labeled as just shipped from Renai Hospital last night.
Interpol's searchlight illuminated the interior of the box: three hundred frozen embryos neatly stacked, each petri dish labeled "control group - iteration." Lin Xiao's scream erupted from the intercom: "The genetic sequences of these embryos are identical to Li Ce!"
Suddenly, torrential rain poured down. Han Xiao watched as embryos drifted with the polluted water and recalled a conversation overheard that night in the delivery room: "The experiment continues as long as there is one Backup..." The child grasped her bloodied finger, drawing an unfinished infinity symbol in the mud.
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