Chapter 1311 The Returnee's Notes 385
In Xie Ning's eyes, there was an overwhelming black aura emanating from the door, and she could even hear very faint sounds.
She noticed this as soon as she reached the ninth floor, and the chill in the corridor gradually increased, becoming colder as she approached the end, but she didn't show any unusual reaction at the time.
They planned to investigate after everyone had left.
She had already used her computer to break into the room before she came out, so she didn't need a room key; she just needed to turn the doorknob to open it.
Just then, the elevator rang. Xie Ning glanced at the direction of the elevator and had no choice but to return to the room.
The man who arrived was one of the three men from before, the same man who had gone out to make a phone call. Xie Ning vaguely remembered that the other two called this man Aman.
This person is not Chinese, but a local Thai, but speaks excellent Chinese.
From the surveillance footage, Xie Ning could see that this person checked the items at the doors of each room for anything unusual before opening the door to room 666 and going inside.
The opportunity had passed, so Xie Ning had no choice but to suppress his desire to investigate.
Thailand is a transit point, so she can't take action here directly; she has to wait until she gets to the United States.
The joint domestic official search also yielded no results; the other party was too well hidden.
He only hoped that by relying on the line with the Korean army, he could dig up something. Xie Ning knew that such things could not be completely avoided, and he would take down one as many as possible.
Moreover, judging from some of the things He Ruo said, this whole case involves more than just surrogacy; it also involves gene editing.
Xie Ning had actually heard of such research a few years ago, but it quickly faded away after a brief appearance.
Xie Ning does not deny the benefits of gene editing technology, which is excellent for both disease treatment and agriculture.
The clinical application of germline gene editing is prohibited in most countries.
First, there's the issue of technological risks; second, there's the issue of social ethics. Society is already unequal, so if another genetic class is added, how will the balance between the new and the old humans be maintained?
Xie Ning looked at the warm-colored light, her eyes unfocused, and she felt lost.
She knew this trend was unstoppable, even though people were condemning the technology.
So what will the world be like in the future? Black pieces versus white pieces, new versus old, who will prevail?
"I've made some hot tea, have some."
He Ruo's voice pulled Xie Ning back to reality.
"Thanks."
"He Ruo, go to sleep."
We can't just stay up until dawn.
"Mmm," He Ruo responded, but still turned to face Xie Ning, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm very scared."
Her eyes still held a hint of fear, but it dissipated considerably after she spoke.
He even asked Xie Ning, "Are you scared too? Yes, you're not that old, you're still so young. No matter how mature you act, you must be apprehensive."
Sometimes you shouldn't think so much.
All I wanted was to get back alive, sever all ties with the Xiang family, and live with my grandparents from now on... that would be enough.
She forgot her grandparents, perhaps because she was unwilling to face that painful past.
Xie Ning didn't say anything, but got up and lit a calming incense stick.
"Indeed, there's no need to overthink it; focusing on the present is the most practical approach."
He Ruo fell asleep in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, and even started snoring. Xie Ning, on the other hand, couldn't fall asleep, so he pressed a few acupoints to relax his body before finally drifting off.
The clock ticked away in the quiet night. The man who had entered room 666 earlier didn't come out until the early hours of the morning, carrying a black suitcase.
The people watching outside the hospital were all getting drowsy, but Jing Shui was full of energy. She had been practicing meditation and breathing exercises since she was a child, and she could stay up for three days and three nights without any problem.
"Someone's here. It's the person in the photo, and..."
Jing Shui looked at the wildly shaking compass and sat up straight. "There's something on him."
Before they arrived, Xie Ning showed them photos of the three people, which were taken from surveillance footage. Although they were a bit blurry, they were still recognizable.
However, they couldn't get close at that moment, so Baili had to use a drone to film the other party and see where the man went.
Baili took a screenshot of the last scene: "That person entered the courtyard."
Where the others couldn't see, Aman carried a black box through the courtyard corridor to the front of the Buddha shrine. Seeing the woman he had worked with during the day sitting leisurely to the side, he couldn't help but complain, "You're all just ordering me around, why don't you send someone to get it?"
I need to sleep at night too.
The woman coolly lifted her eyelids and snorted, "Do you think it's appropriate to send someone else? There are only the three of us here who can handle this thing. If we send someone else and something goes wrong, will you take responsibility?"
The fact that the person died is secondary; the real problem is the exposure of the issue.
Besides, "Can't you catch up on sleep on the plane tomorrow afternoon?" It's no big deal, it's just staying up late.
"Lazybones."
"Alright, alright, Manli, stop talking. It's just that I'm lazy."
The man muttered as he took the yellow cloth that Manli handed him. It was covered with mysterious runes drawn in cinnabar. After opening the box, he deftly wrapped the cloth around the baby's corpse inside.
The baby was actually dead, but its eyes were still wide open and its tiny hands and feet were struggling violently.
"Even when it's hard, it's still so flexible." Manli rested her chin on her hand, watching Aman busy herself.
"It's strange. Not to mention headquarters, so many children die here every day, yet the boss insists on sending us to other places to deal with stillborn babies. I don't know what he's thinking."
"Who knows? Just follow orders. But I heard that many defective products are incomplete, which means they don't meet the material standards. Besides, countless children are thrown away every day. Rather than letting them rot in the garbage dump, it's better to make the most of them."
Of course, besides picking them up, you can also buy them.
"Many of the goods sent in the last batch were substandard. The higher-ups told us to be more careful when selecting the mother products and not to send in just any kind of junk."
Speaking of this, Aman was speechless. "With so little money, who would take on surrogacy work except for those who can't make ends meet in the slums?"
Their place is actually quite good; at least the environment is nice and the medical care is adequate. However, this is because they are targeting the high-end market.
They also sign mandatory clauses regarding high-risk pregnancies with surrogate mothers, just like everyone else, since the value of the child is higher than that of the mother, and they need to sign an agreement to relinquish their medical autonomy.
So, are they even human? They're just tools of production.
But the ones in hotels are a bit different. They're usually obtained through deception, so the quality is higher. They're specifically hired and paid out of pocket according to the requirements.
This is to be sent to headquarters.
Higher pay comes at a greater cost.
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