The Great Doctor Girl

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground exploded like thunder.

Gazing down from the seventeenth floor, the young man holding the sign that read "Killing AI, Pay with Your Life" fell heavily to the edge of the fountain, like a puppet whose strings had been ruthlessly severed by fate. The blood oozing from his chest quickly spread, staining the koi in the pool a brilliant crimson.

Among the crowd of onlookers, someone held up his mobile phone to broadcast live, with the camera precisely aimed at the conference room where we were.

"This is the ninth self-immolation incident." Huang Junze loosened his tie, his expression grave. On the holographic map, red dots representing protesters were spreading across the city like a virus, centered around the company building. "Someone is buying our BCI user list on the dark web for a high price. The motive behind this is clear: to bring down Qianyuan Group." I've been wondering who's behind this.

Late that same night, I recalled the anonymous email Huang Junze had mentioned to me some time ago. Its cryptic language hinted at a subversive secret hidden within the Qianyuan Group. The recent string of bizarre events had already weighed heavily on my mind, leaving me feeling uneasy all day long. The contents of this email only heightened my concerns. After a fierce struggle, I decided to keep Huang Junze in the dark and investigate on my own. Perhaps I could find the key to solving the mystery.

With my familiarity with the Qianyuan Group building, I used my teleportation ability to cleverly evade security patrols and successfully found a secret passage leading to the seventh underground floor. As soon as I stepped into this area, a biting chill, accompanied by a white mist of liquid nitrogen, instantly enveloped me. This was originally the Qianyuan Group's biopharmaceutical R&D workshop, but now my vision was blurred, and everything around me seemed shrouded in mystery.

In the hazy mist, I vaguely saw twelve ice coffins neatly arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper. This eerie scene made my scalp tingle. I approached cautiously, gently touching one of the coffins through the protective shield. The moment my fingertips touched the ice coffin, a chill spread throughout my body. Just then, I noticed a faint scaly pattern on the back of the sleeping girl's neck, identical to the black pattern on the mutant police officer I had encountered earlier.

Just as I was filled with confusion and at a loss as to what to do, I suddenly heard the sound of light footsteps in the distance. Startled, I used my teleportation ability to quickly hide behind a large piece of equipment, not daring to breathe. Then, I saw several people in corporate uniforms hurried in. They walked quickly, their expressions tense, and whispered to each other as they operated the equipment.

"Hurry up and arrange these ice coffins according to Mr. Huang's instructions. Don't let anything go wrong. If we mess up, none of us will have a good life!" said a strong man in the lead in a low voice.

"Don't worry, we will make Qianyuan Group take the blame this time. Mr. Huang's trick is really brilliant! When Qianyuan Group collapses, we can all follow Mr. Huang and enjoy a good life." Another person echoed with a smug smile on his face.

After hearing their conversation, it suddenly dawned on me that all this was a conspiracy by this man called Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang?

Could it be Huang Junze?

This thought instantly terrified me. How could he possibly harm himself? I pinched my face hard and forced myself to wake up.

Mr. Huang deliberately placed these ice coffins filled with mysterious girls in the basement of Qianyuan Group in order to frame Huang Junze and attempt to bring down Qianyuan Group.

I couldn't help but feel angry, and at the same time I was secretly worried whether Huang Junze knew about this.

With a heart full of worry, I quietly left the seventh underground floor, preparing to go back and tell Huang Junze about this discovery and discuss countermeasures together.

Back in Huang Junze's office, I told him everything I saw and heard on the seventh floor underground.

Huang Junze's expression instantly became solemn. He was silent for a long time, his face full of pain and struggle, before he slowly said, "Actually, I've always suspected that someone was secretly targeting us, but I didn't expect their methods to be so despicable. I really can't figure out how much hatred it is that would force me and the entire Qianyuan Group into a dead end..." Although he was calm, his voice trembled slightly, and confusion flashed across his eyes, as if he knew that such a day would come sooner or later.

He was waiting, but he didn't believe that this day would come so soon.

At that moment, the office door was suddenly flung open, and several men in black rushed in, surrounding us. The leading man in black waved his hand, and a holographic projection appeared in front of us.

"Long time no see, Mr. Huang." A sneer played on the man's lips, a hint of smugness in his eyes. He projected the genetic map into the mist, revealing a worm-like red mutation point crawling across the DNA double helix. "These are the first batch of brain-computer interface experimenters. Their consciousness vanished en masse on the day of the explosion, yet their vital signs are strangely normal. This is all due to your tampering with the experimental data. Now the entire Qianyuan Group will pay the price for your greed!"

Huang Junze glared at the man on the screen angrily, his voice filled with anger and pain: "Don't slander me here! If I'm not mistaken, all this should be your masterpiece, right?" His hands were clenched into fists, his body trembled slightly, and the anger and pain in his heart had reached its peak.

The man ignored Huang Junze's questioning and just snapped his fingers lightly.

The alarm suddenly wailed sharply, and the girls in the ice coffin sat up in unison.

Their open eye sockets had no pupils, only a pulsating holographic projection of a mandala. Synthetic voices came from all directions: "Mr. Huang, do you want to make your tampering with the experimental data public now?"

In the chaos, I found that something was wrong with Huang Junze's condition. His eyes became dull and a strange purple light appeared in his temples.

I thought to myself that something was wrong, and threw out three golden needles, nailing Huang Junze's Baihui acupoint, trying to wake him up.

The girls in the ice coffins tilted their heads and smiled. This action made me feel cold all over. It was exactly the same as the expression of the self-immolators before they jumped off the tall building in the daytime.

Just as I was about to make a move, the holographic projection was interrupted.

"Junze, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" I looked at Huang Junze with concern, who was in pain. I held his shoulders tightly with both hands, and my voice was full of anxiety and concern.

"It's okay. I just had a headache that I haven't had in years." He shook his head and replied to me. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and his face was as pale as paper.

I quickly held his hands with both of my own and said, "Do you feel it? That familiar warm current is entering your body." My eyes were full of heartache, and my voice was unconsciously choked with sobs.

"I feel it, a familiar feeling. Luoshu, I'm much better." Huang Junze's eyes regained clarity, and he held my hand tightly, as if to draw strength from it.

His body gradually recovered, and we both said in unison, "Let's go to the R&D room."

Inside Qianyuan Group's R&D room, the lights are cool and bright, and high-tech instruments emit a faint blue light. The entire space looks like a scene from a science fiction movie.

The technical team, dressed in white lab coats, gathered around the lab bench, their expressions focused and tense. A young researcher carefully placed a deformed chip, stained with pus and blood, into the sophisticated spectrometer. His hands trembled slightly, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes were filled with anxiety.

Huang Junze, the group's president, stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the spectrometer screen. His arms folded, his brow furrowed, his eyes revealing undisguised anxiety. A subdued atmosphere permeated the R&D lab, broken only by the gentle hum of the instruments.

Suddenly, the spectrometer's indicator light flashed wildly, and a piercing alarm sounded. The technician's face turned pale, and he looked up at Huang Junze in horror: "President, the data is abnormal, something is wrong!"

Huang Junze's heart tightened, keenly sensing the impending danger. Quick-witted, he rushed forward, grabbed me, and threw me toward the corner. "Everyone, be careful!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the air, filled with worry and anxiety.

Almost at the same moment, the experimental table exploded, flames shot into the sky, and heat waves swept in like a surging tide. Accompanied by a deafening sound, the entire R&D room shook violently.

Broken glass and debris flew everywhere, and the technical team members panicked and looked for shelter.

Amidst the blazing flames, a translucent holographic figure slowly emerged. He was tall and straight, his posture erect, his every move revealing an innate dominance and a touch of unruliness.

He had a stern face, deep features, and eyes that showed cunning and arrogance. His black hair was meticulously groomed, and on his right little finger he wore a jade ring inlaid with a mandala. In the firelight, the mandala pattern flickered with a strange light.

"Is it really him? The mastermind behind the anonymous email?" Huang Junze frowned and thought to himself. The uncertainty just now has now turned into 100% certainty.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" I shouted angrily, but I knew in my heart who this person was. My voice trembled slightly in the aftermath of the explosion, and my body trembled slightly with anger and tension.

The man's lips curled up in a playful arc, and he let out a deep laugh. His voice had been specially processed, giving it a slightly metallic quality, yet it strangely struck me as familiar. "You're the legendary omnipotent Luo Shu, right? I should call you sister-in-law!" He spoke slowly, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Hearing this unfamiliar voice, a vague image flashed through my mind. The boy I saw in the illusion before was surprisingly 60% to 70% similar to the person before me! I was shocked. He had actually started paying attention to Huang Junze at that time?

I carefully looked at the person in front of me. From his facial features, to the slightly upturned corners of his mouth when he spoke, to the expression that he inadvertently revealed, they all gradually overlapped with the half-brother that Huang Junze had mentioned in my memory.

My pupils suddenly contracted and my heart skipped a beat. I never expected to meet Huang Junze's mysterious and ambitious younger brother, Huang Junhao, in this way.

Huang Junze's eyes instantly ignited with rage, veins popping out on his forehead. He stared at Huang Junhao with wide eyes, his voice nearly a roar of rage: "What else do you want? Identity, status, wealth, aren't these enough to satisfy your greed? You've planned so much, what else do you want?"