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Xu Rong instinctively rolled away, but still ended up splattered with warm liquid. The emergency lights illuminated the face of the attacker—it was the Convenience Store Owner, her mouth split to the roots of her ears, revealing shark-like serrated teeth.
"Delicious Officer," she rasped, her voice like sandpaper scraping against itself. "Would you like to try the freshest goods?"
Her fingernails had transformed into sharp Bone Blades, carving deep grooves into the wall. Xu Rong then noticed that the Plum Blossom-Shaped Scar on her palm was oozing a fluorescent green liquid.
Gunshots echoed in the basement. The shopkeeper's body convulsed and fell, but her eyes remained fixed on Xu Rong. In her last breath, he heard her speak in a normal voice, "Save... the children..."
The laboratory report sent chills down everyone's spines. The fluorescent green liquid was a genetically modified virus capable of altering human taste receptors, instilling a strong craving for human flesh. More terrifying was the discovery of a microchip in the shopkeeper's brain, indicating that she had once been a victim of this organization.
"This isn't just simple organ trafficking," the Forensic Chief pointed at the samples under the Microscope. "They are creating a new species."
In the petri dish, cells extracted from Crispy Pork Skin were dividing at an astonishing rate, forming structures resembling neural networks. Xu Rong stood before the evidence room's whiteboard, connecting photographs with red lines—Lychee Eyeball, Human Sausage, Crispy Pork Skin...
Behind these seemingly isolated cases lay a vast biological experimentation program. The Third Elementary School was their latest generation of "products" testing ground.
In his office late at night, Xu Rong opened an evidence bag containing the nails dropped by the Braided Girl. Under ultraviolet light, the orange grease in the nail crevices emitted a faint glow. He recalled the shopkeeper's dying words and suddenly realized something; he grabbed his coat and rushed into the night.
Surveillance footage from the school revealed that for the past month, a refrigerated truck had entered through the back door every day at three in the morning.
At that moment, the digital display of the Electronic Clock flipped to 02:59. Xu Rong's polished shoes echoed softly against the damp cement floor as he moved stealthily along the shadow of the wall. The thermal imaging device in his hand revealed two red figures near the school's back door.
The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, with only the distant glow of a streetlamp outlining the silhouette of a refrigerated truck.
"Target in sight," he spoke into the miniature walkie-talkie hidden beneath his collar. "Requesting backup."
A voice crackled through his earpiece—Lao Chen's response came swiftly: "SWAT Team will arrive in five minutes. Stay concealed."
Suddenly, a metallic clatter echoed from the back door. Xu Rong held his breath as he watched two figures in white protective suits drag a large suitcase out from the Guard Room. The zipper was not fully closed, revealing a corner of blue and white school uniform fabric—clothes worn by the Braided Girl earlier that day.
Xu Rong's fingers tightened around his firearm. He recalled the hollowed bodies on the autopsy table, a wave of nausea washing over him.
Just then, the suitcase began to shake violently, faint whimpers escaping from within. They were still alive.
"Hurry up!" one of the figures in protective gear hissed. "We have to deliver it to the 'kitchen' before three fifteen."
The other complained, "This batch is too noisy. Did we use expired sedatives?"
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