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

"Ding dong!"

The phone emitted a crisp message tone.

The man was fast asleep in bed when he heard the noise and instinctively turned over. He groggily picked up his phone, unlocked it, his sleepy eyes still glazed over.

After my eyes had fully adjusted to the sudden screen light, I rubbed them and looked at the unfamiliar number in the upper left corner.

139****1190: Thank you for telling me the truth. I have avenged my daughter.

Song Ling was momentarily stunned before she suddenly came to her senses.

Damn this crappy facility that only supports idlers, the air conditioning can't be any lower.

He didn't realize the weather was getting hotter and hotter; he just kept cursing the base's air conditioning for inexplicably raising the temperature.

He quickly took off his sweat-soaked shirt and rushed into the shower for five minutes.

He then eagerly changed into his most formal attire to witness this momentous occasion, though he still harbored doubts about how a middle-aged woman could so easily kill an adult.

He pondered for a moment, then typed: "How was he killed?"

The other party replied quickly, without text, only with a picture.

The familiar face he loathed was lying lifelessly on the bed, a deep, bone-revealing cut on its wrist, the blood spreading and drying, as if it had been dead for a long time.

139****1190: I gave her sleeping pills and then cut her wrists.

Everything happened too smoothly, even somewhat unnaturally.

Zhou Yan's mother turned her head hesitantly to look at Dr. Ni, who was rumored to be highly regarded: "Isn't this a bit fake? Will he take the bait?"

Ni Qingzheng admired his photoshopped work with a satisfied look: "Yes, yes."

As expected, the other party had no suspicions whatsoever.

He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't tell the truth from the falsehood, completely unaware that he had been secretly followed and that his actions had been leaked.

Song Ling disliked leaving the base. No matter how thick the protective suit he wore, he would still be sweating profusely from the heat. He comforted himself, "This is the last time."

Upon arriving at the base entrance, he hurriedly said, "Give me the lightest and highest quality protective suit."

These protective suits are produced in limited quantities each day.

The supply of protective suits for today has already run out.

The guard looked somewhat embarrassed: "Sorry, that's all for today."

Before he could finish speaking, the other person frowned impatiently: "Do you know who I am? I'm the doctor in charge of researching human immortality. I went out to verify a hypothesis and you're telling me I don't have protective clothing?"

He was no longer the gentle and refined person he had been pretending to be; he had become vain and arrogant.

"We have other protective suits here, but they're a bit thicker. Would you mind if they were used instead?"

The guard was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"No, I want the best."

Song Ling stared down at him condescendingly.

It was within his expectations that Ni Qing was killed so easily. Although he had been quite ruthless during this period, he was her neighbor with whom she had lived for more than 20 years and was even admired by her. Yet, she was still completely manipulated by him.

Finally, under his coercion and enticement, the guard had no choice but to take out one of the clothes he had for the next day.

Lightweight and heat-insulating.

The weather outside was as hot as ever, and even wearing my best clothes made me feel a bit overwhelmed.

The already deserted streets were now completely empty.

He walked briskly without thinking until he saw the familiar mobile phone store. Only then did his tense lips finally relax, and a smile appeared on his face.

People who have lived in such a harsh apocalyptic environment for a long time have long lost their humanity.

Mutual killing has become commonplace because there is no legal constraint.

Song Ling and Ni Qing were childhood sweethearts, but right now he is overjoyed by her death.

"Ding—Welcome!"

"Where is her body?" He looked impatiently at the shop owner, an older woman, sitting in the middle. She was still in a daze, but her full head of white hair had been neatly combed again.

Zhou Yan's mother glanced at him casually: "It's been dealt with, otherwise what's the point of leaving it there?"

Song Ling looked somewhat impatient: "Let me confirm how it was handled."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion erupted from the next room.

Is that doctor really here?

Has there really been any progress in the current situation?

"Zhou Yan's mother, are you trying to lie to us?"

The streets being quiet is perfectly normal, but the fact that the research base entrance was completely deserted was rather strange. After all, even when the guards tried to drive them away, these people remained unmoved and stubbornly stayed at the base entrance.

Song Ling's expression changed upon hearing the voice.

What are these people doing here?

The next second, the people who were just talking inside rushed in.

The once spacious mobile phone store was now completely packed. The faces of men, women, and children were filled with prejudice, and the exposed skin on their bodies looked as if it had been burned, appearing grotesque.

They looked at Song Ling with an unprecedentedly sickly light in their eyes, like wolves seeing sheep.

"Aunt Zhou, are you telling the truth? Is this really a PhD from the research institute? Someone who is in charge of human immortality?" They and Zhou Yan's mother had been neighbors since they were young, and everyone knew that her daughter worked at the research institute.

Therefore, they believed about 70-80% of the information given by Zhou Yan's mother.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Song Ling immediately retorted, "No, I'm just a staff member at the research base. I don't know anything about immortality..."

But people were blinded by joy, looking at Song Ling as if he were a savior. He had no doubt that if he continued to fabricate the story that his blood was immune to all poisons, he would have been torn to shreds by these people long ago.

"Don't know? Isn't that the best material in the research institute? You think we guys are just squatting around at the gate playing around?!"

His pale words sounded like sophistry at that moment.

Song Ling was too lazy to explain and turned to run out the door, only to bump right into someone coming in. The impact was so great that his vision started to go black.

The force of the impact forced the other person back, who exclaimed in surprise, "Excuse me... Doctor? What are you doing here? Everyone's been looking for you—"

Song Ling realized something was wrong and hastily fled without looking back.

I thought these people wouldn't be persistent, but they seemed to get all excited as soon as they heard the word "doctor".

"Aunt Zhou was right after all. Quickly catch that boy and ask him if he has the antidote."

"Damn it, if there's no solution, let's all die together! Why should we suffer here while they enjoy themselves without a care in the world?!"

"Catch up with him quickly!" Everyone rushed out, and except for a few younger children who were left behind, everyone else chased after him with all their might.

Once everyone had almost left, Ni Qing coldly withdrew her gaze.

When he is completely exhausted, that will be the time when he feels like he is living a life worse than death.