"Bai Zhu, look at this."

On the last page of the report on "Subject A", Medell finds something unusual, and the verdict on it is somewhat bizarre, with the biopharmaceutical company concluding that it is "presumed dead".

This is a detail that only an expert can find out when he reads it.

"Presumed death? Any questions? ”

"For patients with Porick psionic syndrome, they are often most valuable to the company after death, and as is the normal process, they will perform an autopsy after the patient's death and examine the changes in the data in detail."

Although Subject A is not unique from other patients, the company has invested a lot of research costs in it, and it stands to reason that they will not miss this final dissection.

Bai Zhu subconsciously thought, "Because the patient's family refuses to be autopsied?" ”

"It was the Creeping Biopharmaceuticals that took over this patient, and it was impossible for the family to stop the company from doing so, and with their approach, they should have signed an agreement on the autopsy when they took over the patient."

Maydell couldn't think of any reason for the Wind Chimes family to refuse the Creeping Pharmaceutical, they would pay a large sum of money for the remains, which would greatly improve the family's situation, "This is the time, you check all the medical institutions in the second district, and don't let go of the experimental facilities of the Creeping Pharmaceutical, something must have happened in between." ”

It must have been for some irresistible reason that caused the final dissection of the body of "Subject A" as desired.

"Wait a minute...... Got it. ”

Within seconds, Bai Zhu found an accident report, "There was a fire at the Shuangshenghua Prosthetic Hospital under Mansheng Pharmaceutical, which killed one person and injured 12 others, and it took them nearly a month to complete the reconstruction of the hospital." ”

"Where were the wind chimes during the accident?"

“…… At home. ”

The results of the search were unexpected, and it was one of the few things she could find about the situation within the Wind Chime family, "At that time, she was preparing for the trial of the family. ”

This trial has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is an important criterion for every head of the family, and the art of drawing the sword is the only part of their publicity, but the publicity has had little effect, and in this era it is considered to be out of the times, flashy skills.

It takes years of practice to practice the art of drawing a sword, and even after it is practiced, it is difficult to compete with modern equipment.

Bai Zhu pointed to the screen, "Look at this, the wind chime was in closed cultivation before the trial, and three days later, she passed the trial and set a record. ”

Very few people have seen this piece of propaganda, and all the text and pictures are more like self-amusement within a small circle.

And on the other side.

The whole hospital burned.

It was an ice-blue flame that Song Lan had never seen before, and even if he put his hand into the flame, he couldn't feel any temperature.

The flames joined together, taking up the entire room and slowly extending outward.

"Look, I'm right."

He looked at his right hand, which was deep in flames, and the childish and ethereal voice came to his mind again, "Fire is not hot at all. ”

Gradually, blue flames blocked his vision, and everything in the room.

He returned to the roof of the Tesla Technology Building, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but today's cold wind has become even colder.

The "Guardian Spirit" had already moved the finger attached to Song Lan's palm to other places, and it tilted its head and looked at Song Lan quietly.

At the same time, he received a text message from Bai Zhu.

The fire at the Twin Prosthetics Hospital is mentioned above, as well as a briefing on the fire.

In the end, the body of Subject A was not found, and three days after the fire, which was the day the wind chimes completed the family trial, the fire briefing and the saber were returned to the family.

This is the only remnant that the company has found on site.

Childhood is not always happy.

At least for the wind chimes and the "guardian spirits" in front of them.

Combined with the fire briefing sent by Dr. Shiratake, Song Lan completes the last piece of the puzzle of the truth, the body of the "guardian spirit" died in the fire, but it is attached to the knife in a manner similar to Elmon.

Somehow, she consistently deflected the side effects of the drug for the wind chimes and made it what it is now.

As a result, wind chimes have become a miracle of genetics in the eyes of biopharmaceutical companies.

Song Lan can imagine how excited the company would be if they learned the secret, which would open the door to a new world for them, bringing together all the children suffering from Porick psionic syndrome and mass-producing this "genetic miracle".

For the wind chime himself, it seems that the best result is not remembered.

"You don't want her to remember."

The Guardian nodded, this time, she didn't need to carve any handwriting on the ground.

"But she's aware of it."

The blank memories in my mind are the whole reason that drove the wind chimes to Seventeenth District, and to make matters worse, the "guardian spirit" is not the only caretaker of this secret, and when the company finds out about it, they will sooner or later learn the whole story from others.

When the wind chimes uncharacteristically applied to the council and embarked on a journey to the 17th district, he uncovered the secret with his own hands.

"You don't want her to see you?"

Almost instinctively, the Guardian nodded violently, but it didn't last long, her scarlet eyes showing a slight confusion, and then she shook her head slightly.

"I see."

Song Lan picked up the fire axe, and he felt that he had to leave this ghost place like an ice cellar.

The world has been cold.

Even now, if he stays here for a while, he will have to catch a cold, after all, he is only a civilian worker, and his body naturally cannot be compared to the weapons created by biopharmaceutical companies.

"But I can at least assure you of one thing, District Seventeen is safe."

The "Guardian Spirit" tilted his head, and looked at Song Lan's eyes even more confused.

For the first time in a long time, she had met someone who could be aware of her existence and establish communication, but he was stranger than anyone else, wearing a chemical protective suit that covered his whole body, wearing a gas mask, and holding a fire axe in his hand, no matter how he dressed or breathed, he didn't look like a person from this world.

Song Lan walked to the entrance of the rooftop, the thin frost covered the window of the security door, and the thin frost slowly appeared on the strokes, and he waited patiently for these strokes to form a complete sentence.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary civilian."

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