Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 282 Cold-blooded Cannon Fodder Doctor 22

She was skeptical of those words, but she was still so frightened that she kept panting, and her usually gentle and calm eyes were now filled with anger.

How could a perfectly healthy person, living in such a superior environment as a laboratory, just suddenly die? Yet this seemingly insane man accurately uttered his daughter's name.

Her heart was involuntarily raised to its highest point.

Song Ling's expression also changed; his once dashing appearance had become gloomy and terrifying after all the events that had transpired.

“Mrs. Zhou, perhaps I misspoke—” He began to speak slowly and deliberately, casually enjoying the panicked look of his mother, who was over fifty years old.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the other person's expression softened slightly. However, he wasn't trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Instead, it was to deliver the most fatal blow to her.

"That woman just now, she not only works in the laboratory, but she also holds a high position. She is mainly responsible for research on the current critical moment of life and death."

"She was always unpredictable, and all the staff were afraid of her because her mental state seemed to be somewhat abnormal."

"They ignore everyone's advice and insist on their own way regarding the results of the research subjects. They insist on dragging someone out for the experiment, preferring to kill the innocent rather than compromise."

"No one could stop Ni Qing because she was extremely stubborn. Just when Zhou Yan made a small mistake, she insisted on letting her participate in the experiment."

As he spoke, the smile on his lips became more and more pronounced as he recounted the absurdly depicted scene, almost as if he were completely absorbed in it: "Zhou Yan was extremely unwilling; no one would sacrifice their life for an experiment with an unknown outcome."

"Undoubtedly, the result was a failure. Zhou Yan's body is still being kept in secret. Would you like to see the photos?" Song Ling's words were like the whispers of a demon, easily distorting the truth.

Zhou Yan's mother bit her lip tightly, glared at him, and shouted, "What nonsense are you spouting! What exactly is your purpose? Fine, then show me! I don't believe it!"

Song Ling calmly took out her phone and pulled up the photos.

The phone can't hold much content, but I can clearly see the woman in the photo.

His face was pale, even with an unnatural bluish tinge, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips were purplish, dry, cracked, and peeling, and were even starting to develop lividity.

The daughter, who had been missing for so long, appeared motionless in her sight. Zhou Yan's mother stared at the photo, without any heart-wrenching cries or cursing; she was even somewhat calm.

She moved closer, and if you looked closely, you could see that her eyes were not focused at all; they were just numb and lifeless.

She couldn't muster any emotion, or even control her body. She wanted to yell that it was a fake photo, but only she knew the truth: was the photo a composite?

Everything is fine, even the tiny mole on my neck is exactly the same, but that's precisely the biggest problem.

Her lips trembled, but before she could speak, everything went black and she collapsed to the ground.

She fell hard, but Song Ling made no attempt to help her up. He looked away with satisfaction and even kicked her shoulder in disgust: "Stupid woman."

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Ni Qing stood still, without making a move.

Zhou Yan's mother looked at her again: "Is it true? You are... a PhD student in the institute?"

Her eyes were bloodshot and frighteningly red, and her voice even became agitated: "He said my daughter Zhou Yan is dead, do you know that? I raised her with great care from a baby, accompanied her through her schooling, and remembered all the dishes she loved to eat..."

"She felt sorry for my hardships and never asked me for anything. She worked hard herself, but she would still pretend to be strong and comfort me."

Her tone was filled with despair.

"But the last time I saw her, how could such a big girl be crammed into such a small phone screen?"

The mobile phone shop owner's voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down his face: "My baby, how could he appear on such a small screen?"

The mother, who had always made a living by her mobile phone, died because of it at that moment.

Having experienced multiple dimensions, Ni Qing seemed somewhat at a loss at this moment: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I..." She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I've been waiting for you. I only want to ask you one question." The shopkeeper interrupted her, looking at her with unwavering conviction: "Young lady, who caused my daughter's death?"

Ni Qing blinked: "Song Ling, the man who was looking for you." After saying that, she herself felt that it wasn't very credible. One was the man who told her the truth, and the other was the woman who knew the truth but chose to hide it for reasons unknown.

Most people would know who to believe.

"it is good."

A sudden sound came from ahead.

Ni Qing looked up in surprise, staring blankly at her: "What?"

Zhou Yan's mother's eyes were filled with determination: "I believe you won't lie to me! I trust my judgment of people. That Song Ling is just talking nonsense. If such an experiment really existed, my daughter would definitely volunteer to participate..."

"Given her personality, she's not the type to be afraid of death."

Only at this moment did Ni Qing's eyes begin to sting.

Although this dimension is not the most dangerous, it is different from the virtual worlds where she used to do missions. The memories of the past reveal a suffocating calm and a sense of misery.

The conversation ended at some point, and the two fell silent.

Zhou Yan's mother's white hair, a sign of her aging, seemed to be increasing, and the wrinkles that had appeared overnight resembled a crack in a ceramic vase.

The most heartbreaking thing is for a parent to outlive their child.

How could a mother tolerate the murderer who killed her child using someone else to commit murder again?

“He will come again,” Ni Qing said confidently.

If she were in Song Ling's shoes, upon learning that she had successfully "used someone else to kill," she would undoubtedly be smug and complacent, then become careless and return to the "tool" to regretfully announce: "You killed the wrong person; I was the one who killed your daughter."

Such people derive increasing satisfaction from witnessing the other person's excruciating pain.

Zhou Yan's mother wiped away the dried tears from her cheeks. Perhaps because she had been crying for a long time, the tears stung her cheeks as they flowed down: "That's right, he wanted me to kill you to avenge my daughter. We even exchanged contact information."

Ni Qing blinked, lost in thought. Using someone else to do the dirty work is undoubtedly one of the most disgusting methods; one can easily take someone else's most precious life without shedding a drop of blood.

Song Ling's antics have gone beyond what she can tolerate. Is he the only one in the world who would use someone else to do his dirty work?

未必吧？

She curved her eyebrows slightly, her smile pure and innocent.