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As they arrived, Gong Jun was offering fresh lilies at the memorial tablet of his deceased wife. He emerged from behind the screen, and the clasp of his Tang Suit brushed against the urn on the offering table, knocking it over.
"My brother always said the underworld is cold," he said, grinding the ashes that had fallen onto his shoe. He pressed the gun's muzzle against Jiang Tianxing's lower back. "Mr. Xu's blood will warm his tombstone."
The moment the chip reader was inserted into the control panel of the Chemical Plant, alarms blared, shaking loose pieces of plaster from the walls.
Jiang De's face appeared on all the surveillance screens, with the Children's Welfare Institute behind him conducting a fire drill. "Look how quickly the children learn," he said, stroking the screen where small figures were fleeing. "If only Ci An's children had understood these things back then, perhaps a few more could have survived."
Yan Lan suddenly flipped open the Investigation Box, revealing Old Tie's back armor, which was inexplicably covered in dents. She pressed a piece of tracing paper against the control panel; the turtle shell pattern perfectly aligned with the Password Key, which turned out to be the Unlock Pattern from an iron box in the orphanage twenty years ago.
The Countdown paused at 00:47:33 when Gong Jun suddenly aimed his gun at Jiang De. "It's time for a change in dealer," he said, removing his glasses to clean them. The inside of the temple arms bore the engraving "Ci An 07." "When my brother was buried alive, you must have packed that cookie box with his severed fingers, right?"
Yan Lan stood before the Autopsy Table, where Jiang De's deceased wife's abdomen had already been opened. She pinched a Microfilm extracted from her uterus with tweezers; soaked in blood, it revealed a series of Accounts, with the most recent Remittance dated on the day the orphanage's Cellar was excavated.
Old Tie suddenly slammed his head against the cold cabinet door, causing cracks in his shell to ooze Hei Xue. Jiang Tianxing pried open his tightly clenched mouth to find half an encoded Key Card lodged in his throat, fitting perfectly into the lock hole of Jiang De's office's hidden compartment.
The Oil Pipeline of the Chemical Plant roared beneath their feet like a Poison Dragon ready to awaken at any moment.
Jiang De pressed his white-gloved hand against the Red Button on the control panel while Gong Jun's gun barrel pressed against the back of his head.
"The password is seven to the power of 07," Jiang Tianxing said, staring at Old Tie's shell cracks; those patterns under the emergency lights formed last year's Bed Number from the orphanage.
Yan Lan suddenly placed a Scalpel across the gap in Old Tie's shell, its blade reflecting her reddened eyes. "It will hurt." Old Tie stretched his neck to rub against her wrist; his shell emitted a hollow resonance as it concealed one last set of Biological Codes.
At that moment when the explosion Countdown restarted, Gong Jun abruptly turned his gun around. The bullet grazed past Jiang Tianxing’s ear and struck the Control Box, igniting sparks that caught Jiang De’s suit hem on fire. "When my brother was buried alive, his cries were far more melodious than this alarm."
He tore open his Tang Suit collar to reveal a barcode tattooed over his heart marked "07." "Mr. Xu, care to guess who poured cement down his throat back then?"
Jiang De rolled in flames, fingers digging into gaps in the control panel. As Jiang Tianxing lunged towards him, he caught a whiff of burning flesh’s sweet odor; Jiang De’s twisted smile pressed against Jiang Tianxing’s burned left shoulder. "The night you escaped was when I personally locked up that Incinerator."
Yan Lan's Yelling pierced through the thick smoke as she split Old Tie’s shell in two; blood dripped from her Scalpel onto the Password Key.
Suddenly, a command to deactivate flashed on a Fluorescent Screen as Countdown froze at 00:00:01. The inner wall of Old Tie’s shell bore blood-written words: “Mommy was wrong!”—the Last Words of a doctor before committing suicide in that orphanage’s infirmary years ago.
As Gong Jun’s bullet pierced through Jiang Tianxing’s right leg, Jiang Tianxing was pushing Yan Lan up onto the water tower’s Iron Ladder.
Gong Jun laughed heartily while stepping on Jiang De’s charred skull; his golden-rimmed glasses reflected flickering flames throughout the city. “Such a clean destruction is worthy of my brother.”
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