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"Someone is checking your address."
At two in the morning, Editor Old Liu's call jolted me awake. "Just now, someone called the Press Office under the pretense of an interview to inquire about your personal information."
I felt a chill run down my spine. I quickly gathered a few pieces of clothing and important documents, only to realize my hands were trembling when I opened the door.
As the elevator reached the first floor, the light from the security room caught my attention—usually, at this hour, the guard is dozing off, but today the lights were on. Without hesitation, I turned and headed toward the fire escape.
The moment I pushed open the back door, a black sedan slowly drove by. I pressed myself against the wall until the shadow of the car disappeared. In that instant, I felt the same sense of dread that Liu Ting must have experienced before her disappearance.
My phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
"Reporter Lin, how have you been?" It was Chen Jianguo's voice.
"What do you want?"
"Let's talk about the evidence you have."
"What evidence?"
"Don't play dumb. You know too much."
After hanging up, I hailed a taxi. "Driver, take me to the train station."
Not long after we set off, I noticed a black sedan following us closely in the rearview mirror. "Driver, please take a few detours."
When we reached the third intersection, I suddenly shouted, "Stop!" Grabbing my bag, I quickly darted into a side alley. I could hear hurried footsteps behind me, but they soon faded into the crowd at the morning market.
Hiding in a fast-food restaurant, I opened my laptop. The data on my USB drive revealed that the so-called Yikang clinical trial had started last year, yet the hospital's ethics committee had never approved this project.
Even more suspiciously, I couldn't find any hospitalization records for the patients listed in the experiment logs.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated with a multimedia message. When I opened it, my heart nearly stopped.
It was a screenshot from the surveillance camera, showing me at the hospital last night. Beneath the photo were the words: "Last chance, 2 PM today, old place."
Just as I was about to delete it, another message came in, this time from Nurse Zhang: " Reporter Lin, be careful. I heard them say they want to deal with you. Director Wang wants to see you; he said he has..."
The message cut off there. When I tried to call back, the line was already disconnected.
As I was feeling anxious, a news alert popped up: "Director of Oncology at Renji Hospital Falls to His Death."
My phone dropped onto the table. In the photo, Wang Zhiping's body lay within the police tape, his office window wide open.
The report claimed it was suicide, but I knew that wasn't true. Just yesterday, he had said he wanted to tell me a truth.
I quickly skimmed through other news articles and noticed a detail that caught my attention: before Director Wang's death, someone had completely formatted the hard drive of his office computer.
Ding! I received an encrypted email. The sender was "W," and there was a video attachment.
In the video was an operating room, dated last October. Several people in surgical scrubs were performing a procedure, but their movements were unprofessional. When one of them turned around, I recognized him—it was that man from Rainbow Clinic!
The most bizarre part was the equipment on the operating table; I had never seen those models before. And on the patient's wrist was a glaring label that read "D-356 Experiment Group."
A terrifying thought struck me: they are experimenting on living people!
Just as I was about to save the video, the screen suddenly went black. When I turned it back on, the file had vanished, and there were no system logs to be found.
"Reporter Lin." A voice suddenly came from behind me, making me jump. It was Old Liu.
"How did you find me here?"
"I tracked your phone's location." His expression was serious. "Someone is looking into your mother's death records."
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