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Back in the office, I slumped into my chair, biting the cap of my pen as the explosive news from Old Zhou replayed in my mind. This news was undoubtedly a bombshell, ready to detonate my life at any moment.
This was my chance! If I could expose this secret, I would make a name for myself in journalism, finally breaking free from the fate of being a small-time reporter and reaching the pinnacle of success! Without a moment's hesitation, I made my decision. I, Li Li, never back down.
I picked up my phone and dialed my old classmate Ji Tianming, who was now a police officer with the City Bureau Economic Investigation Team. "Tianming, I need to see you at six tonight, same place. It's important," I said before hanging up. I then headed straight to Su Yuemei's office. She was both my boss and my close friend. "Yueming, do you have a moment? I have a big story to share with you."
I sat in front of my computer, staring at the pitch-black screen. The investigation had been underway for five days, but progress was slow. First, I organized the information Old Zhou had provided me. A few keywords jumped out: personality trading, high-end clinics, chips, political and business elites.
Though these fragments were not enough to piece together a complete picture, they at least gave me a direction. Following the address Old Zhou had given me, I found a high-end clinic called "Mind Reshaping." Its slogan read: "Reshape your inner self and become a better you." While this sounded harmless, in light of what I knew, it felt particularly jarring.
This high-end clinic required an appointment to enter, and making an appointment necessitated entering the name of a referrer. However, I couldn't reach Old Zhou at the moment and had no intermediary to help me secure an appointment. So for now, this lead would have to wait for daily updates and opportunities.
I bit down on the pen cap again, contemplating my next move. A couple of days ago, I had already pestered Ji Tianming to help me check if there were any recent cases involving people who exhibited strange behaviors—like sudden personality changes or actions that were completely out of character.
But I couldn't just wait for his news. As an investigative journalist, I had my own methods. I scoured recent news articles about neuroscience and artificial intelligence, arranged interviews with several prominent experts in these fields, and paid special attention to celebrities who had experienced sudden personality shifts.
Just after I had scheduled an interview with a neuroscience expert, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
"Miss Li Li," a deep voice said, "I suggest you stop your investigation immediately if you want to keep yourself and your family safe."
What was this? A threat? Wait, how did they know I was investigating this matter? Could it be that Old Zhou had said something and implicated me?
Confused, I hung up the phone, grabbed my car keys, and stepped outside, deciding to ignore the threatening call for now.
However, that very night, I truly felt the cold-bloodedness and power of these people.
When I returned home that evening and pushed open the door to my apartment, a foul odor hit me. My mind raced with alarm as I quickly turned on the lights, and the sight before me made me gasp in horror. The entire apartment had been ransacked; all the cabinets and drawers were pulled open, and items and documents were scattered everywhere.
I didn’t dare to rush in. Standing at the doorway, I called the police and then dialed Ji Tianming.
The police arrived quickly. After a thorough search, they discovered a heartbreaking scene in the bathroom—my cat Dun Dun, whom I had cared for over three years, had been brutally killed and hung from the shower curtain…
On the bathroom floor lay a piece of paper carelessly tossed aside, with several glaring large words printed on it:
"Next time, it won’t be your cat hanging from the shower curtain!"
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