Chapter 98 Gland Transplantation

Zhai Wenxi stood at the door of his luxurious villa and pressed the doorbell hard.

He rarely comes back here, so he hasn't entered the facial recognition system at home.

After a long time, the housekeeper came out and told him that Zhai Mo had not returned for the whole day.

A stronger sense of uneasiness gripped Zhai Wenxi.

He returned to the car and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He had no idea what was going on.

A flash of inspiration came to his mind, and a forgotten place emerged -

The secret biological science academy that Bai Chuan is in charge of!

His father had mentioned it several times inadvertently, invested a lot of money, and had asked him to deliver materials before.

He remembered that time, the entire academy was under tight security and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

The engine roared, and the car turned around and sped towards the science park on the edge of the city.

The night was as dark as ink, turning the trees on both sides of the road into black shadows.

The closer you get to the Academy of Sciences, the more dead the atmosphere becomes.

When he arrived at his destination, the scene before him almost made Zhai Wenxi's heart stop.

The heavy alloy gate of the Academy of Sciences seemed to have been torn and twisted by some enormous force, and it opened crookedly, revealing the deep and dark passage inside.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

He rushed in quickly.

In broad daylight, the hall of the Academy of Sciences was in a mess, with broken pieces of experimental equipment scattered all over the floor.

After walking a few steps inside, he saw several researchers in white lying on the ground, motionless.

"What the hell is going on here?"

He couldn't imagine who would dare to touch his family's property in Antia, which was almost monopolized by his family.

He searched anxiously and finally found a man behind an overturned laboratory table, his chest still rising and falling slightly.

The man was wearing a white coat as a researcher, his abdomen was covered in red blood, and his face was as pale as paper under the flickering light.

Zhai Wenxi immediately rushed over, knelt on the ground, and carefully supported his shoulders: "Are you okay? What happened here? Where is Bai Chuan?"

The researcher struggled to open his eyes, his pupils dilated. His lips trembled, and his breath was very weak. "The plan...something went wrong...someone, someone betrayed the secrets..."

He coughed violently, blood foam oozing from the corner of his mouth. "They're chasing us... We can't lose the things..."

"Who are you chasing? Where are you chasing him?!" Zhai Wenxi asked anxiously.

But the researcher's eyes had begun to lose focus, his lips were trembling, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end his head tilted and he fainted completely.

Zhai Wenxi checked his carotid artery and found that he was still alive. "Why don't you say a few more words?"

He immediately took out his cell phone, quickly dialed the emergency number, and clearly reported the address and situation.

After hanging up, he had no choice but to call Jingyue again.

In this situation, he can only hand it over to the person he trusts the most.

The call was picked up almost immediately.

Then Jingyue's voice, filled with tears and worry, could be heard: "Wenxi! What's going on? Have you found Yuli?"

"Jingyue, listen to me."

Zhai Wenxi spoke very quickly, trying to remain calm. "I'm at the School of Biological Sciences in the west of the city. There's been an accident here, and many people have died. I just found someone who's still breathing. He said something went wrong with the plan. I've called an ambulance. Come over here and help me investigate..."

"Okay! I'll be right there!" Jing Yue's voice was filled with fear but also with concern. "Wenxi, be careful."

"Okay, I'll send you the address."

After hanging up the phone, Zhai Wenxi glanced at the unconscious researcher and slowly put him down.

He checked several labs and hallways but found nothing except more signs of destruction and scattered bloodstains.

He still has to find Zhai Mo first. Only his father can tell him what is going on.

He drove to the place where Zhai Mo often went.

For a whole day, he searched all possible places like a headless fly and mobilized all the connections he could, but there was no trace of Zhai Mo.

Zhai Mo and Bai Chuan, as well as Yu Li, who they might have taken away, disappeared completely.

On Qi Sheng's side, communications were completely cut off, with only sporadic news about the escalation of the border conflict with the Saar Federation. It was as if he was isolated in another world filled with smoke.

Night fell again, and Zhai Wenxi dragged his tired body, filled with disappointment and anxiety, back to the science academy building that looked like it had been ravaged by a giant beast.

The scene has been taken over by the police and a new cordon has been set up.

Because he is Zhai Mo's son, he has the right to pass through here.

He walked through the busy police and investigators and headed towards a relatively intact, lighted small office.

He saw Jing Yue squatting on the ground, carefully sorting out the papers and document fragments scattered on the ground.

This academy of sciences was nominally managed by Zhai Mo. Zhai Wenxi's identity gave him certain authority, and Jing Yue was the person he arranged to come in to "help", so the security personnel did not stop him.

Zhai Wenxi walked to the door, raised his hand and gently knocked on the open door frame, making a dull sound.

He was so exhausted that he could barely stand. He could only lean his weight against the door frame and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for your hard work..."

Jing raised his head immediately after hearing the voice, and when he saw that it was him, complex emotions instantly surged in his red and swollen eyes.

From surprise, to grievance, and finally to worry.

He immediately stood up, almost ran over, and hugged Zhai Wenxi.

His voice was choked with sobs and fear: "You're finally back! I called you several times, but couldn't get through... I thought... I thought you were..."

The rest of the words were drowned out by stifled sobs.

Zhai Wenxi raised his hand and gently patted his back, feeling his body trembling slightly.

He actually didn't want Jingyue to get involved, but he was worried about leaving some things to others.

"My phone's dead."

He explained in a low voice, a hint of fatigue in his voice, "I've been running all day and the car is out of gas. I walked the last part of the way back from five kilometers away."

"Then sit down and rest for a while." Jing Yue slowly let go of him, wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, and forced a smile, "I'll go get you a glass of water."

"Yes, thank you."

Jing Yue filled a glass of water from the water dispenser in the corner of the room and handed it to Zhai Wenxi.

Zhai Wenxi took it, gulped down the drink, and smiled at Jing Yue: "I've been busy all day and haven't had time to water myself. You won't mind me being dirty, right?"

Jing Yue was amused by him: "You have been like this for a long time."

"Well, yes, you are still tolerant of me."

…

After he rested for a few minutes, Jing Yue took the initiative to pull him up and walked to the desk, "Let me show you something I just put together."

Zhai Wenxi's gaze fell on the table.

On the table were several carefully stitched and pasted papers, with the top page clearly written:

Gland Transplantation Planning and Risk Assessment Report

A simple diagram and data table are attached below.

"I guess Yu Li has something to do with this transplant project."

Jing Yue pointed at the report and said, "I carefully recalled and checked the time. From the time Yu Li was pushed into the operating room to the time the unidentified mermaid forcibly broke open the door, there was only ten minutes in between."

"It's impossible to complete a complex gland removal surgery in ten minutes, let alone clear out all the instruments in the operating room, even the operating table, and clean it so thoroughly."

"This must have been premeditated long ago. It's a carefully planned diversion. The so-called gland removal to save lives is probably just a cover! The real purpose is..."

"It's to transplant his gland to someone." Zhai Wenxi continued in a cold voice.

He picked up the pieced-together plan and read it carefully word by word.

When his eyes fell to the bottom of the report, he saw the signature column of the person in charge that was heavily blackened with black marker in an attempt to cover it up.

His eyes narrowed.

He took a deep breath, raised the paper, and held it up to the bright desk lamp.

The light penetrated the paper, and behind the inky black graffiti, two signatures that he knew so well could be seen:

【Bai Chuan】

【Zhai Mo】

The two names seemed to carry the smell of cold rust, forcing him to think of the researchers who had been accidentally killed.

Jing Yue's voice was filled with disbelief and panic: "Who on earth... is it worth them spending so much energy and setting up such a big scheme just to get Yu Li's gland?!"

Zhai Wenxi slowly put down the report in his hand, his face looked extremely pale under the light.

He once again thought of the hacked "Eternal Life Project" list and the strange markings and symbols.

He turned his head and looked at the dark night outside the window, as if he could penetrate the darkness and see a twisted shadow hidden deep inside.

His voice was very soft. He said, "If something outrageous happens, completely beyond our normal cognition, even to the point of absurdity..."

He paused, then continued slowly, "And it happened at the most inopportune, most disruptive moment...

Eliminate all the impossible, and the remaining answer, no matter how incredible it may seem..."

“Maybe it’s the only truth.”

Jing Yue didn't quite understand what Zhai Wenxi said: "Beyond cognition? Have you guessed who they want to save?"

Zhai Wenxi turned around slowly, and his figure was divided into two parts, "dark" and "bright" under the dim light, just like the real and unreal things they saw.

"I saw Qi Feng's name on the encrypted list of the Eternal Life Plan."

Jing Yue's body visibly shook. "Qi Feng... How is this possible? Didn't he... Didn't he die in the Sar Federation?"

"I guess the person they want to save is the Qi Feng who still has hope of survival, not the Qi Feng who is determined to die."

“…”

Jing Yue looked at the report in his hand again. "Are you saying...their real purpose in arranging this operation was to transplant Yu Li's glands to Qi Feng?"