I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun Ruo was enjoying the attention and gentle caresses from all around her at this moment, and had already forgotten about her sister.

Lying on the soft cushion, he stretched lazily, waving his little paws from time to time, as if trying to catch some invisible fun in the air.

Those big eyes, as bright as colorful gemstones, blinked gently, and occasionally made a few lazy snoring sounds.

At the same time, in a secret laboratory in the suburbs, Jiang Ling was sitting in the interrogation room.

In his hand was a stack of photos, which were taken of the little guy this morning. It was the moment when Yun Ruo was knocked over by the deer's antlers. The little guy was lying on his back with a dull and funny expression, which made people laugh.

She has set this photo as her phone screensaver, and seeing it can help her relax her tense nerves.

However, this moment of relaxation did not last long. The shrill screams coming from the interrogation room suddenly stopped, causing Jiang Ling to frown slightly and look impatiently towards the room behind the one-way glass.

Zhao Meng, the man who was once full of vigor and vitality, has now been tortured to the point of collapse.

An extremely cruel drug was wreaking havoc in his body, corroding his internal organs at a terrifying speed and then repairing them just as quickly, with such unpredictable behavior that it caused him unbearable pain.

Zhao Meng couldn't stand this inhuman torture and shouted angrily, "Why don't you ask me what the meaning of this constant torment is! If you have the guts, have your boss come see me!"

His voice was hoarse and desperate, but he still tried to maintain a desperate attitude.

Jiang Ling felt that the time was right, so she sorted out the photos, put them in her bag, then stood up and strode into the interrogation room.

The moment the door was pushed open, Zhao Meng, who was still cursing, seemed to have all his strength drained away and closed his mouth in horror.

Jiang Ling sat casually on the chair and cast an interested look at Zhao Meng, but it pierced Zhao Meng's heart like a knife.

Remembering that he still had a key trump card, he pretended to be calm and said, "Boss Jiang, you don't want the news about the mysterious medicine to be leaked, do you?"

"Leaked?" Jiang Ling sneered, "Didn't you research all those things?"

After saying that, he pulled out three documents from the file bag on the table and threw them in front of Zhao Meng.

The interrogator standing nearby took the documents respectfully and pressed them on Zhao Meng's head.

The pages were cold and hard, like a huge rock weighing down his heart. Zhao Meng hurriedly scanned the documents, which were densely packed with data and evidence. The more he read, the angrier he became. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he roared, "Bullshit! This is a frame-up!"

The anxiety and doubts in my heart grew more and more intense.

His thoughts were tangled like a tangled mess, while Jiang Ling on the opposite side always maintained a commanding and strategic posture.

Jiang Ling smiled faintly and did not answer directly. Instead, she tapped the table with her fingertips. The rhythm seemed like the victory horn in an invisible battle, making the air in the entire room freeze.

Zhao Meng seemed to have suddenly figured it out. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Ling across from him. Isn't it just a frame-up? Anyway, they have been arrested and there is no hope of walking out alive.

But I have spread the virus widely around the world. At worst, I will drag the whole world down with me. As he spoke, he began to laugh maniacally.

Just when Zhao Meng was laughing crazily, Jiang Ling raised her hand and signaled the people around her to turn on the projection screen. The blood in the video was a video recording of the experiment. It was obvious that the cells in the blood died faster after a while.

Jiang Ling stared at Zhao Meng. He was so proud just now, laughing shrilly, but now he was as dull and lifeless as a puppet.

The content of the video was like a heavy hammer, shattering his confident shell.

"Impossible!" Zhao Meng muttered to himself, his face pale as paper. "When I was preparing the virus, I repeatedly tested the blood activity level. The cells are in good condition. This is absolutely impossible to be fatal."

The assistant next to him reminded: "It's indeed harmless at first, but once other substances are involved, the cells in the blood will quickly wither."

These words were like enlightenment to Zhao Meng, and he understood everything instantly.

He lost control of his emotions, seething with rage, and cursed loudly: "Bastard! Insidious and cunning!"

Jiang Ling gently put the file bag down and said calmly, "If you want to blame someone, blame your greed. Those things don't belong to you. Your only value now is the contents of those three documents."

He stood up and added coldly, "Make good use of your remaining energy." Then he signaled his assistant to clean up the mess.

Jiang Ling once again gave up the time with the little guy and chose to go to the laboratory.

This was not for Zhao Meng, but because of the strange cells contained in the blood sample and pills he brought.

Instead, it is a mysterious cell component discovered by Zhao Meng through experiments using pills and various drugs.

At first, I didn't take this information seriously when I heard it on the phone, but now I realize that these cells not only have many abnormal remodeling processes, but are also somewhat contagious.

What is a bit troublesome is that the list of experimental personnel found in Zhao Meng’s residence shows that these people are still wandering around in society.

Therefore, there is a race against time to figure out just how infectious these remodeled cells are and whether they are harmful.

I took the elevator down to the bottom floor of the laboratory. Pushing open the glass door, I saw a group of people in white coats bustling around, various experimental data intertwined.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which complemented the tense atmosphere.

After taking the lab coat from the assistant, he disinfected it carefully and then walked into the lab area.

The person in charge immediately came forward to report the data on the synthetic cells. "Based on the collected information and the condition of the test subjects, these cells are contagious, but the degree is not high. The average person's immunity is sufficient to resist it."

As Jiang Ling looked through the documents and reports, she asked, "Have the stimulation and aversion experiments been conducted?"

The person in charge replied hesitantly, "Not yet. Because the samples provided are limited, and the aversion experiment is difficult, we haven't carried out it rashly."

Okay, people from group one and group two stay, and all other unnecessary people leave.

The experimental area is about to be sealed off in a closed-loop manner, and there is a sense of tension in the air.

The person in charge immediately conveyed the head of the family's words to the broadcasting room as if receiving a military order.

In an instant, a shrill alarm sounded throughout the entire building, and red warning lights flowed like blood in every corner. Unrelated personnel retreated to the observation area, staring at every move inside through the thick glass walls.

Jiang Ling's face was solemn at this time. He knew that time was life, so he decided to participate in person in order to get the experimental results as soon as possible.

The assistant carefully took out the tube containing the sample from the storage cabinet. The tube reflected a cold light under the incandescent light, as frightening as a scalpel.