Vacation 1.2

On the hotel terrace, Li Weimian leaned against the railing, an unlit cigarette between her fingers, her gaze fixed on Fan Jinci on the distant beach.

He was being pestered by Yu Yan to apply sunscreen, his face was cold, but he didn't refuse.

--interesting.

She opened the black notebook she always carried with her and wrote:

"Observation subject: Fan Jinci (M-0)"

Abnormal behavior: Tolerance increased by 37%, and resistance to physical contact decreased.

Inferred cause: Yu Yan (confounding variable)

To be verified: Does emotion affect the accuracy of his anatomical work?

A sneer came from behind.

"Spying on my Fan-ge again?" Yu Yan appeared behind her at some point, carrying two cans of ice-cold beer, his eyes filled with hostility.

Li Weimian closed her notebook and said calmly, "Your 'emotional projection' will interfere with his rational judgment."

"None of your business." Yu Yan crunched his beer beer, making a cracking sound. "But you, collecting all his autopsy reports—aren't you a pervert?"

The silver earring in Li Weimian's right ear gleamed coldly in the sunlight: "Criminal psychology needs complete samples."

The two stared at each other, sparks flying in the air.

Suddenly, Wen Lin appeared from the side, grinning as he stepped between the two: "Hey~ We're on vacation, don't fight!"

Li Weimian glanced at him: "If you keep pretending to be gay, I'll send all the photos of you cosplaying as a woman in college to everyone."

Wen Lin froze instantly: "...Sister Mian, I was wrong!"

As Fan Jinci walked alone toward the rocky reef area by the sea, Jiang Zhaoyan "happened" to appear on the same path.

"What a coincidence." Jiang Zhaoyan lazily swirled his champagne glass, his 185cm height casting a shadow that almost completely enveloped Fan Jinci. "Alone?"

Fan Jinci didn't even look up: "Mm."

"That mad dog Yu Yan actually let you act alone?" Jiang Zhaoyan chuckled. "It seems I overestimated his possessiveness."

Fan Jinci finally looked up at him, his gray-blue pupils completely calm: "What is it?"

Jiang Zhaoyan suddenly leaned closer, his voice low: "I'm just curious...whether a brain modified by Ryan is more..."

Before he could finish speaking, a scalpel was already pressed against his throat.

Fan Jinci's voice was as cold as ice: "Take one more step closer, and I'll let you experience pain 'more' than the average person."

Jiang Zhaoyan raised an eyebrow, but instead of backing down, he smiled and said, "Indeed interesting. Brother Fan. I like you very much."

From afar came Yu Yan's furious roar: "Jiang Zhaoyan, you fucking stay away from him!!!"

At the beach bar, Wen Lin downed his third shot of tequila and wailed, "Why can Sister Mian always see right through me?!"

Situ Jin pushed up his glasses and calmly cut fruit: "Because your acting is terrible."

"Bullshit! My acting was top-notch when I was undercover in the CCP!" Wen Lin slammed his fist on the table. "But Sister Mian seems to have mind-reading abilities... By the way, Brother Jin, why do you admire Brother Fan so much?"

Situ Jin paused, his glasses reflecting light: "His paper 'Neurotoxins and the Rate of Brain Tissue Decay,' published when he was fifteen, overturned three major conclusions in the field of forensic medicine."

Wen Lin: "...Speak like a human being."

Situ Jin: "He is a god."

Wen Lin: "..."

I suddenly understand why Yu Yan is so wary of anyone who gets close to Brother Fan.

Late at night, Fan Jinci was awakened by a strange noise.

In a blind spot of the corridor's surveillance cameras, Li Weimian was placing a vial of blood sample into a safe.

—That was the blood he left on the beach when he cut his hand today.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

Li Weimian smiled slightly: "Insomnia?"

Fan Jinci said coldly, "You need to explain."

“It’s just academic research.” She shook the briefcase. “After all… your genetic sequence might be Ryan’s greatest ‘legacy’.”

Suddenly, the entire hotel lost power!

The moment the emergency lights came on, Li Weimian felt a chill on the back of her neck—Fan Jinci's scalpel was already pressed against her artery.

“I hate being studied,” he said, his voice barely a sigh, “especially when you and Ryan look at me with the same eyes.”

The diamond on Li Weimian's earring sparkled: "But Brother Fan, aren't you curious about... those 'non-human' parts that were forcibly implanted in your brain?"

When Yu Yan kicked open the security door, this was the scene he saw—

Fan Jinci pinned Li Weimian against the wall, the blade flashing coldly; while Li Weimian laughed like a madman, clutching the vial of blood in her hand.

"Damn it!" Yu Yan drew his gun and pointed it at Li Weimian. "Are you fucking asking for death?!"

Jiang Zhaoyan's voice came from the darkness: "Wow, a love triangle?"

Wen Lin held up his phone as a flashlight: "Wait, wait, wait! They're all on our side!"

Situ Jin silently handed over the stun gun: "Teacher Fan, do you need any tools?"

In the chaos, only Fan Jinci noticed—

Hidden within Li Weimian's scalpel necklace is a chip with the same frequency as Yan Kang's butterfly scar.

Fan Jinci simply smiled.

This smile stunned Li Weimian.

It looks good. It's even more appealing than the data suggests.

Fan Jinci smiled faintly, a smile that seemed nonchalant.

He is not afraid of the past.

Naturally, there is no fear of the future.