Red wine poisoning case 2.3

dark.

Electrical noise.

There were also cold metal platforms used to fix the limbs.

Fan Jinci struggled in a state of confusion, but could not wake up—his consciousness was trapped deep in his memories, forced to relive those fragments that had been blocked by drugs.

"M-0, last synchronization."

His gloved hands adjusted the electrodes on his temples, the liquid in the syringe gleaming with an eerie blue light.

"You will become the perfect vessel."

In the instant the pain exploded, he saw countless fragments of memories raining down upon him—

Jiang Zhaoyue's face, holding up the syringe.

Yan Kang's hand reaching out from inside the mechanical cabin.

Ryan laughed maniacally when the lab exploded.

Deep within, a locked memory is beginning to unravel:

"You did it voluntarily, remember?"

As Yu Yan kicked open the door to the medical room, the monitoring device was emitting a piercing alarm.

Fan Jinci convulsed violently on the hospital bed, blood foam spilling from the corner of his mouth, and the butterfly scar on his wrist glowed with an abnormal red light—as if some kind of signal receiver had been activated.

"What's going on?!" Yu Yan grabbed Situ Jin's collar.

"Yan and Yan Kang are transmitting memory overlay signals!" Situ Jin held up a tablet, on which waveforms perfectly synchronized with Fan Jinci's brainwaves were displayed. "They are using the same set of neural codes!"

Li Weimian suddenly ripped open Fan Jinci's collar—the M-0 brand under his collarbone was burning hot.

“Not cover…” Her pupils contracted sharply, “It’s awakening! Ryan wants him to remember the memory of 'voluntarily' becoming a vessel!”

Inside the underground pipes, Wen Lin's gun barrel followed the blue slime trail on the wall.

"This little bastard can crawl faster than a cockroach!" He kicked open the ventilation duct cover, then suddenly froze—

The same line of text was densely engraved on the inner wall of the pipe:

"Brother, we were supposed to be one."

Jiang Zhaoyan used his dagger to pry open a loose floor tile, revealing a circuit board underneath: "This manor is alive... there are nerve conduction wires buried in all the walls!"

Wen Lin's headphones suddenly emitted static, followed by Yan Kang's electronic voice:

"Prosecutor Wen, do you know why you were chosen?"

"Because you're the best at 'acting'."

Inside the medical room, Fan Jinci's breathing suddenly stabilized.

He opened his eyes, and unfamiliar data streams floated in his gray-blue pupils:

"Yu Yan," he called softly, but in Yan Kang's tone, "I remember..."

"Remember what?" Yu Yan gripped his hand tightly, but the gun had already been quietly chambered.

Fan Jinci smiled, a smile he had never shown Yu Yan before. The smile didn't reach his eyes; the corners of his lips curved into a perfectly measured arc, like a puppet on strings. But those eyes—beneath their clear, glassy pupils lay an unyielding darkness, and with each flutter of his eyelashes, unseen frost fell silently from the depths of his pupils: "I remember Ryan promised me—"

"As long as I carry the memories of all the test subjects..."

"Then you will be able to meet your real 'family'."

His fingertips suddenly pierced Yu Yan's throat, a cold metallic glint flashing from under his fingernails.

When Li Weimian rushed in, all she saw was:

Yu Yan pressed the gun against Fan Jinci's brow, his finger trembling on the trigger. Fan Jinci's fingertip was only 0.5 centimeters away from Yu Yan's carotid artery. In their gazes, half was murderous intent, and the other half was a desperate tenderness.

Outside the window, a torrential downpour was in full swing.