Red wine poisoning case 2.2

The morning light was cold, but the scalpel remained as steady as a rock in Fan Jinci's hand.

He sliced ​​open Ryan's chest cavity, the tip of the knife precisely separating along the ribcage, exposing the internal organs. The lungs were normal, and there was slight fibrosis on the surface of the heart, but the most striking feature was the stomach—the burning festering sores resembled a distorted map, its edges tinged with an eerie bluish-gray.

“Hemocardial sampling.” He reached out, and Situ Jin immediately handed him a sterile container.

The moment the tweezers picked up a small piece of myocardial tissue, Fan Jinci's fingertips suddenly trembled. A black haze appeared at the edge of his vision, and a deafening buzzing filled his ears. He instinctively gripped the dissection table, his knuckles turning white from the force—

"Dr. Fan?!" Situ Jin's exclamation seemed to come through a layer of frosted glass.

The scalpel clattered to the ground.

Fan Jinci stumbled forward, but Li Weimian caught him. His pupils dilated slightly, cold sweat soaked his temples, and the veins in his neck gleamed an unnatural dark blue.

The toxins rebounded.

Li Weimian quickly pulled open his collar and pressed her fingertips against his carotid artery: "Pulse 120, breathing shallow and rapid."

Situ Jin had already brought in an ambulance: "It's a neurotoxin buildup reaction; the antidote only temporarily suppresses it!"

The two of them worked together to lift Fan Jinci onto the stretcher. Li Weimian pried open his eyelids; in the flashlight beam, his pupils reacted sluggishly to light—

"Give her an IV drip of diazepam to slow down brain metabolism." She tore open the sedative package. "Does Yu Yan know about this?"

Situ Jin shook his head, his hands still moving: "He's patrolling the outer perimeter..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Lin's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie:

"Yan Kang is gone from the basement—damn it, all that's left is this guy in the wheelchair!"

In the background noise, the crisp sound of metal parts scattering all over the ground can be clearly heard.

Jiang Zhaoyan squatted in front of the empty wheelchair, his fingertips brushing against the sticky substance on the armrest—pale blue, with a faint electrolyte feel.

“It wasn’t moved by someone.” He squinted. “This thing ‘left’ on its own.”

Wen Lin kicked away a piece of mechanical finger on the ground and sneered, "After pretending to be a good boy for so long, you finally gave yourself away?"

“He doesn’t even look convincing,” Jiang Zhaoyan shrugged.

"No child who is afraid has a smile in their eyes like they are looking at prey."

The security monitor in the corner suddenly lit up, and a line of bloody text appeared amidst the static:

"Brother, I've come to find you!"

The signature was a small butterfly pattern, with the edges of its wings tinged with the same dark red as the one on Fan Jinci's wrist.

Wen Lin glanced at it. His tone was heavy.

"His plan."

"Quickly inform Sister Mian and Situ!"

In the autopsy room, Li Weimian took over the unfinished autopsy from Fan Jinci and detected nanoscale metal particles in Ryan's spleen—the same as the components of Yan Kang's mechanical parts.

But Li Weimian wasn't a true anatomy student, and even with Situ Jin's assistance, the two of them combined weren't half as efficient as Fan Jinci.

Depend on.

Li Weimian cursed inwardly.

I should have studied anatomy back then.

Despite thinking that way, his hands didn't stop moving.

In the basement, Wen Lin discovered a chip embedded in a crack in the wall. After decoding, it displayed "M-12 Final Protocol: Memory Overwrite Startup".

“This is.” Jiang Zhaoyan raised an eyebrow.

"The truth." Wen Lin's expression was serious.

"Or rather."

It's a lie.

When the two synchronized their messages via radio, all the lights in the manor suddenly went out.

The moment the backup power was activated, all the speakers emitted Yan Kangtong's genuine electronic voice:

"The final stage of the game—"

"Kill the butterfly, or become the butterfly."

elder brother.

I'll be coming to find you soon.