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We returned to the Police Department, where Juan Juan treated my wounds. The team that had come from the capital had already settled in, and their mission was primarily to search for the missing persons in North City, looking for those who might have fallen victim to foul play. This was a task that required a significant amount of time and effort, and Zhang Xiaoli and her team needed to be prepared for a protracted battle.
Meanwhile, we had to find the Killer among the many factions while also capturing Zhao Mingkun and He Pingli. Clearly, this was a difficult task. At this point, we were finally getting to the crux of the matter. The perpetrator, the Killer, turned out to be someone from the previous organization.
It was evident that the members of this organization were quite formidable. Take Zhao Mingkun, for instance; his meticulous thinking and deep cunning made him hard to read. Then there was He Pingli, who clearly had received professional combat training; I wasn't sure I could defeat her in a one-on-one fight. Lastly, there was the Killer, who was not only skilled in mechanics but also an expert in medicine.
What exactly was this organization doing? They had recruited so many "talents." If we set aside their motives, these individuals could be considered elite members of society. The sheer scale of this organization could be glimpsed from this alone. Moreover, we were only scratching the surface of this organization; we had yet to uncover who established it beneath the surface and what their true objectives were—everything remained a mystery.
The department had assigned this mission to me, and the organization seemed interested in me as well. Was there some connection between these two facts? What role did I play in all of this? I felt as though I was at the center of a storm—calm at the eye but surrounded by chaos. If we deviated even slightly, we would be engulfed by it.
I had a nagging feeling that this day would come soon.
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, as I woke up early, I saw Captain yawning while addressing everyone: "Investigate their identities thoroughly; leave no stone unturned and pay attention to details."
After a brief inquiry, I learned that the armed police had been active all night long without a moment's rest. They had searched Five Dragon Mountain throughout the night and had arrested over a dozen people so far. Among them were doctors in white coats as well as security personnel from the organization, all of whom were now being led into the interrogation room one after another.
In addition, in one corner of the conference room, several backpacks were neatly stacked; they appeared to be discarded packages from last night’s events and were likely what He Pingli referred to as confidential materials. I wondered what they contained as I lifted one and found it heavy and packed full. Some even sloshed around with liquid inside, making sounds against the walls of their containers—likely some sort of medication.
While the armed police continued to capture any remaining suspects on Five Dragon Mountain, I specifically asked if there were any women among them. Captain shook his head. Deep down, I already knew the answer but still held onto some reluctant hope. As expected, Zhao Mingkun and He Pingli had not been caught; I wondered if they were still on the mountain or if they had managed to escape from the police's encirclement.
Captain informed me: "Our team is currently interrogating those who have been captured, but things do not look optimistic. Most are tight-lipped; it seems that whatever organization they belong to has brainwashed them. The security personnel are particularly uncooperative; it looks like prying information from them will take some time."
I nodded; these individuals were not core members of the organization. They were merely holding firm; once one person cracked, the rest would likely follow suit. If they truly held such loyalty to their organization, they wouldn't have abandoned their backpacks to save themselves last night.
"What about those doctors?" I asked. "What have they said?"
Captain yawned again and replied: "Those doctors arrived around five o'clock. One of them keeps insisting that he saved you all and should receive a reduced sentence if convicted."
I thought about it—if it weren't for that doctor causing chaos, perhaps we would have already been taken away by He Pingli by now. But was this doctor really acting out of concern for us? He must have known that if we were truly taken away, He Pingli would leave behind various pieces of evidence pointing back to him; at that point, he wouldn't know how he met his end...
"Have they revealed anything?" I asked. This matter could wait until after the case concluded; my primary concern was still about the organization.
The Captain handed me a stack of documents, saying, "These are the statements from those in white coats. Our team is still investigating, and I'll inform you of any new developments. I won't say much more; I need to oversee the interrogation. That's all for now."
With that, the Captain hurried away.
I glanced through the documents and began to piece together the roles of these individuals in white coats within the organization. Most of them were doctors, though some were self-taught. The group was a mix of top-tier experts and mediocre practitioners.
A common trait among them was their inability to continue working in hospitals or laboratories for various reasons, yet they still harbored dreams of contributing to medicine.
Most of these individuals were not from North City; they had been brought here by the organization. Some had been with the organization for two years, while others had just joined. They didn't know much about the organization, only that they earned fifty thousand a month and could still pursue their dreams of being doctors. They also understood that anyone who leaked confidential information would soon find themselves as subjects in experiments.
The organization claimed to be a medical dream initiative, aiming to explore the impossible in the world. It preached that turning impossibilities into possibilities with their own hands was one of life's greatest joys. However, these individuals gradually came to understand the organization's true direction through their experiments.
In simple terms, it revolved around two words: rebirth.
The various experiments they conducted were all based on this overarching theme. For instance, could a person suffering from leukemia be reborn through a complete blood transfusion? Could a disabled person's brain be transplanted into a healthy body, allowing them to control it? Or could injecting a specially formulated serum into an elderly person restore their youth?
They knew that such experiments—especially those conducted on living subjects—could never be made public. The consequences of being caught would be dire. Therefore, they kept their identities secret and never mentioned their work in everyday life, claiming instead to be doctors at Spring Return Nursing Home.
Aside from their primary research responsibilities, they had little understanding of the organization behind Spring's Return. Their tasks were limited to conducting experiments and recording data; everything else was managed by He Pingli, including their daily meals and water supply.
According to those who arrived at the organization earlier, there had been bases in other cities as well. I immediately called my department to dispatch officers to investigate these other bases linked to the organization. After hanging up, I felt a wave of unease; it seemed this organization's members were scattered far and wide.
It felt like traces of this organization were everywhere, leading me to suspect that every city might have signs of its presence. An older man mentioned that the highest-ranking leader he had encountered was Zhao Mingkun, but he knew nothing about those behind Zhao Mingkun.
However, he had vaguely seen someone who appeared to be a leader of this organization and only knew that it was a male.
The elderly doctor provided another detail: he sensed that this organization was becoming increasingly impatient. In previous times, it would have been impossible for them to recruit so many doctors with such varying levels of expertise; it was a chaotic mix. Some individuals lacked even basic medical knowledge yet dared to experiment on human subjects.
The documents included photographs that captured the disappointment on the old man's face as he spoke. At over sixty years old, he realized he likely wouldn't have another opportunity for research after this experience. It was clear he held a fervent passion for his field; perhaps the saying that scientists are madmen originated from people like him.
Although these individuals in white coats hadn't provided any substantial evidence for breakthroughs, the detail shared by the elderly doctor hinted at something deeper. I recalled when I was under house arrest in Italy; Zhao Mingkun had said something similar.
Zhao Mingkun once remarked: "Our time is running out."
Although I couldn't understand the meaning of that sentence at the time, even now I still don't know what it specifically referred to. However, it clearly indicates that regardless of what aspect their organization is involved in, time is running out for them. They will increasingly appear in the open, and we will gradually delve deeper into this organization, ultimately dismantling it.
Moreover, this suggests that the organization must have some urgent objectives to achieve. As time passes, these goals will become increasingly difficult to accomplish. From the current situation, it seems that as the organization grows, its members become more complex. Betrayers like the Killer will likely increase, which is something every organization cannot avoid.
Among those captured, there are only a few clues available. The security personnel within the organization have yet to speak; it's uncertain what information we might glean from them in the future.
“Brother Shao, something's happened! Hurry over!” I heard Mary's voice calling out.
Mary sounded anxious, indicating that something serious had occurred. I quickly rolled up the documents and rushed to where Mary was. Upon entering, I found that all members of the Special Investigation Team had already gathered. They were all huddled around Mary's laptop, seemingly engrossed in something.
“What’s going on?” I asked urgently.
“Just take a look for yourself!” Mary replied.
I leaned in closer to see what was happening on a live streaming platform. A horrifying scene unfolded before my eyes: two Severed Feet were tied to two Remote Control Cars, which were currently crashing into each other like they were in a competition. With each collision, blood splattered from the two Severed Feet.
A Senior High School Student had been kidnapped along with a Leggy School Beauty and a Busty Third-Tier Celebrity, who were trapped in an Abandoned Cabin. They had mistakenly eaten some Unknown Wild Fruit and were now feeling feverish in the middle of the night.
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