Complete twins

The ringing in his ears from the explosion hadn't yet subsided, and Du Siling's retina still held the afterimage of Huo Mingyuan raising the genetic weapon. He tried to move his fingers, but only received a sharp pain—his left leg was pierced by a steel bar, and warm blood was dripping down his trouser leg.

Ten meters away, Han Beimo was half-buried under the rubble, the golden lines on his face extending to the corners of his eyes, like the battle markings of some ancient tribe. The paternity test report he clutched tightly in his hand was soaked in blood, its edges curled and charred.

"Truly touching." Huo Mingyuan stepped over the broken glass, the charging sound of the genetic weapon particularly jarring in the silent basement. "Ling Hua believed until her death that the Omega gene could create perfect humans." He kicked away the transparent syringe beside Han Beimo's hand. "It's a pity she didn't understand that defective products should be destroyed."

Du Siling's vision was both blurry and clear. The countdown on her wrist flashed: 60:00:00. A full sixty hours, the numbers so neatly arranged they seemed like a cruel irony.

"You... never wanted to cure RH-0..." Han Beimo's voice carried an unnatural resonance, as if another person was speaking through his vocal cords, "You just... wanted a vessel for Ω..."

Huo Mingyuan crouched down, pressing the muzzle of his gun against Han Beimo's forehead: "Smart. Too bad it's too late." He suddenly ripped open his shirt collar, revealing a mark below his collarbone—a mark identical to the one on the Ω sample in the culture chamber, only a duller, almost grayish-white color. "Do you know what this is? The mark of the first-generation host. My genetic chain began to collapse twenty years ago."

Du Siling's pupils contracted. All the clues suddenly connected—Huo Mingyuan was the first test subject, and Han Beimo...

"You are the natural carrier." Du Siling coughed up blood, "When Linghua found you... the Ω gene was already in your body..."

"Stable coexistence." Huo Mingyuan finished speaking for him, then suddenly turned his gun and fired at Du Siling's leg. The moment the blue beam pierced through the muscle, all of Du Siling's genetic markers lit up simultaneously, and excruciating pain felt like thousands of red-hot needles were coursing through his veins.

"Stop!" Han Beimo suddenly sprang up, the ruins shattered by the golden energy emanating from his body. His movements toward Huo Mingyuan were inhumanly fast, but he was struck in the chest by a second blue light mid-air and crashed heavily beside Du Siling.

Huo Mingyuan blew on the muzzle of his gun: "Don't rush, Alpha. Your value lies in being able to carry my consciousness before the collapse." He kicked the transparent syringe. "Do you know what this is? Ling Hua's last joke—a consciousness transfer serum. Did she think I'd use this to save you?"

Du Siling's fingers subtly hooked onto Han Beimo's sleeve. Through this contact, a strange warmth formed between them—the memories Han Beimo had witnessed flooded directly into Du Siling's mind:

Six-year-old Han Beimo was hidden by Ling Hua in the police station basement. The female scientist pointed out a hidden compartment under a blue porcelain azalea pot to him: "When transparency meets blood red, Ω will awaken..."

"Now." Du Siling conveyed the message through thought.

Both men sprang into action simultaneously. Han Beimo grabbed Huo Mingyuan by the waist and slammed him against the wall, while Du Siling lunged at the transparent syringe. The gene weapon fired again, blue light grazing Du Siling's ear and melting a smoking hole in the wall.

Huo Mingyuan delivered a powerful elbow strike to Han Beimo's nape, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible. But Han Beimo seemed oblivious to the pain, his arms tightening like iron clamps. His skin was now completely covered in golden patterns, his eyes becoming pure light sources, and the voice emanating from his mouth carried a dual sound effect: "You...will...never...get...Ω..."

Du Siling grabbed the syringe, rolled back, and without hesitation plunged the needle into Han Beimo's neck, purging all the liquid. Amid Huo Mingyuan's roar, Du Siling bit her own wrist, letting her blood soak through their skin—the moment the transparent serum met RH-0 blood, the entire room was suddenly filled with a blinding golden light.

"No!!" Huo Mingyuan frantically pulled the trigger, but the blue beam of light disappeared into the golden light like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Du Siling felt herself falling. Countless fragments of memories flickered in the darkness—

Five-year-old Han Beimo and his father stood hand in hand in front of Ling Hua to undergo genetic testing;

On their twelfth birthday, Huo Mingyuan injected them with memory-disrupting agents;

The final whisper of the Ω sample in the underwater facility: "Fusion is the only way out..."

In a fleeting moment, all the pain vanished. Du Siling saw herself standing in a white space, opposite Han Beimo, who was equally transparent. A golden sphere of light floated between them, slowly rotating and displaying a double helix structure.

"The core code of Ω." Han Beimo (or perhaps just his consciousness?) reached out and touched the sphere of light. "We were originally one."

The sphere of light suddenly split in two, each half merging into their chests. Du Siling felt some ancient and powerful knowledge unlocking in his mind—the ultimate secret of genes, the truth about human potential...

"Du Siling!"

Chen Yan's voice came from afar. Du Siling suddenly snapped back to reality, finding himself lying on the basement floor, Han Beimo's hand tightly gripping his wrist. Their heart monitors simultaneously emitted a long, flat "beep."

Clinical death at 45 seconds.

Huo Mingyuan stood beside them, his genetic weapon pointed at Han Beimo's temple: "You think this will stop me?" His voice was shrill with madness. "I can extract the Ω gene directly from your corpse!"

60 seconds.

Du Siling sensed Han Beimo's presence in the void. They shared the same thought space, watching Huo Mingyuan raise his weapon in slow motion, watching Chen Yan lead his men into the basement in a blurry manner, and watching the blue porcelain azalea in the corner suddenly bloom with a bewitching red flower.

75 seconds.

The golden pollen released by the flower swirled in the air, enveloping Huo Mingyuan as if it were alive. The man let out a scream unlike any other, as the genetic weapon dissolved into scrap metal within the pollen. His skin began to crack, revealing the decaying tissue beneath—the genetic collapse of the first-generation host had been accelerated a million times under the catalysis of the Ω pollen.

88 seconds.

The heart monitors on both "corpses" suddenly jumped simultaneously. Then came a second, a third... the rhythm was perfectly synchronized. Du Siling and Han Beimo opened their eyes at the same time, their pupils swirling with the same golden halo.

Their movements as they sat up were perfectly synchronized, as if controlled by the same consciousness. The Ω mark clearly appeared in the center of their foreheads.

"Impossible..." Huo Mingyuan knelt on the ground, his skin peeling away like parched earth. "Twins can't... be completely fused..."

Du Siling (or Han Beimo?) stood up, her voice carrying a strange harmonic quality: "We are not merging." The other chimed in: "We are whole."

Chen Yan and his team stood frozen in place, afraid to approach. The entire basement was filled with the fragrance of azaleas; the golden pollen formed intricate genetic patterns in the air before slowly dissipating.

With his last strength, Huo Mingyuan lunged at the control panel and pressed a red button. The entire police station began to shake, and the alarm for the self-destruct sequence blared in every corner.

"Then...let's die together..." He grinned as he turned to ashes.

Han Beimo (now he can be clearly distinguished) took Du Siling's hand: "Let's go."

Their running posture was more coordinated than ever, as if they shared the same nervous system. The collapsed passage automatically parted in front of them, like the Ω gene reshaping reality. Chen Yan and the others followed behind, protected by a suddenly appearing golden light curtain as they rushed out of the danger zone.

As they finally stood on the lawn outside the police station, the building behind them collapsed in a series of explosions. The flames illuminated the night sky and also revealed the Ω mark that was gradually fading from Du Siling and Han Beimo's foreheads.

"What do we do now?" Chen Yan asked, panting, his special weapon already overheated and unusable.

Du Siling looked at Han Beimo, who nodded slightly. They could understand each other's thoughts without language—this connection was deeper and more...complete than the previous genetic resonance.

"Go find someone else," Du Siling said.

"Other experimental subjects," Han Beimo continued.

They turned and walked toward the black SUV parked in the distance, their silhouettes gradually overlapping and separating in the firelight. No one noticed that in a corner of the ruins, a young blue azalea seedling was stubbornly pushing its way out of the scorched earth, golden droplets like morning dew rolling on its tender green leaves.