Chapter 128 Impotent Rage "You do it. Just don't let Lili..."
Water was running across the deck, and the sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell.
Lu Jin was forcibly pulled up by Chi Du, and it hurt terribly.
He leaned against the ship's railing, looking disheveled and weak. This was a state Sang Li had never seen before, and it was heartbreaking.
She crouched down, a pang of pity rising in her heart, and stroked Lu Jin's cheek with her fingers: "What happened?"
"It hurts," Lu Jin said hoarsely.
Sang Li frowned and glared at Chi Du, as if to say that it was all his doing.
Chi Du felt wronged, his eyelids twitched, but his hand movements clearly hesitated for a moment.
Damn it.
What are you trying to show off?
Who doesn't know about his physical condition?
Only someone as kind-hearted as Sang Li would fall for that!
Chi Du snorted coldly: "He's probably faking it."
Sang Li looked up at him, her tone sharp: "Can't I tell if you're faking it or not? What are you doing, jealous?"
Chi Du choked, a feeling of inexplicable frustration welling up in his chest.
hehe!
His half-dead appearance looked awkward no matter how you looked at it, but there was no evidence to prove it.
Sang Li held Lu Jin and let him lean against the back of the chair.
Lu Jin pursed his lips slightly, his eyes half-closed, so quiet that even his breath seemed to float away.
However, at this moment, he felt very comfortable.
He wasn't actually injured at all.
That mouthful of blood was intentional on his part.
If she weren't weak, and if he didn't create a reason for Sang Li to panic, she would have been dragged away by Chi Du without hesitation. Just like countless times before, she would have vanished without a trace right under his nose.
So what if Chi Du sees through it?
Didn't this man also forcibly take Sang Li away right before her eyes? He didn't even respect her.
Since that's the case, then Lu Jin doesn't need to worry about anything anymore.
Thinking of this, Lu Jin felt a sense of comfort and pleasure.
Chi Du glanced at his half-dead face, which carried a faint smile, and wished he could punch him back into the sea, but he couldn't.
I'm so angry.
The waves crashed against the ship, creating a dull roar.
Amber leaned against the deck railing, her tail scales gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Her indifferent gaze fell on Lu Jin, who was sitting in a chair.
That weak, seemingly life-or-death appearance was utterly repulsive to Him.
Amber spoke, his voice low and hollow, as if coming from the deepest part of the sea: "Should we just kill him here? He can't resist anyway."
Chi Du turned his head to the side, his eyes gloomy, already showing his dissatisfaction, but he knew it was a joke: "You do it. Just don't let Li Li find out."
Amber's smile was enigmatic, like sharp teeth lurking in the dark. He slowly rose, his tail fin slapping the deck, his fingertips tracing patterns in the air, as if he were about to summon the power of the deep sea to tear Lu Jin apart.
He wasn't afraid of Sangli getting angry; it wasn't the first time he'd been angry.
Anyway, a short pain is worse than a long one.
It would be better to resolve the root of the problem directly.
Just then, Sang Li seemed to sense something, raised her eyes, and looked over coldly.
With just a glance, Amber abruptly stopped, the smile in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by calm as if nothing had happened, and looked away.
Its tail fin throbbed gently, seemingly just stretching its body out of boredom, pretending to look at the sea, as if the words and the chilling killing intent from before had never existed.
Sang Li: ...
They've gone astray.
The group returned to the seaside holiday cottage.
The sound of the waves drifted in through the window, dull and sticky.
Sang Li, with a sullen face, dragged Lu Jin into the house, slammed the door shut, and turned around to press him down into a chair.
She reached out and deftly ripped open his shirt. The moment the fabric slipped down, his chest was exposed to the light, revealing cold, hard lines and undulating muscles—too clean to be true.
Where is the injury?
There wasn't a single trace of blood.
Her eyes darkened, and she raised her hand to slap him across the chest, the crisp sound exploding in the air!
His firm muscles twitched slightly, as if he had been forced to respond.
"Stop acting," Sang Li said, a little exasperated. "What are you pretending for?"
Lu Jin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned back lazily in his chair, looking somewhat tired and relaxed. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his half-closed gaze resembled that of a predatory beast resting with its eyes closed.
His lips slowly curved upwards, tinged with sweetness.
Sang Li: "They still want to kill you? All you do is pretend all day."
"Death?" His voice was extremely low, as deep as a burning spark in the night, his laughter casual and arrogant. "They don't have that ability."
The moment he looked up, his gaze was like a sharp claw that suddenly opened, firmly nailing to Sang Li.
“Besides,” he said, twisting his fingertips to easily grab her wrist. The grip wasn’t strong, but it left her with no way to retreat.
He placed her hand on his chest, his heartbeat steady and strong beneath his palm.
His smile deepened, a languid composure born from years of weathering storms and hardships: "Would you allow me to die?"
In the instant their breaths mingled, Lu Jin's voice was low and suppressed, a hint of malicious intimacy lingering between them: "Impossible."
Sang Li snorted, flicking her eyes like a cat's tail, a hint of impatience in her voice: "Then tell me, why did Qian Rujun come looking for you?"
Lu Jin narrowed his eyes, as if an undercurrent could be brewing at any moment: "This," he paused, then slowly uttered, "you should ask your mother."
"oh?"
So, the group of them sat down in the same room.
Under the dim light, He Chen leaned against the bed, his complexion having recovered somewhat.
Chi Du stayed by her side the whole time, serving her tea and water, his patience was unlike his usual self.
The hot soup that Fei Ling served smelled delicious, with the aroma of seafood mixed with the scent of buttered bread, and a plate of light vegetables, all placed on the table, making it feel warm and cozy.
Silently, Slo's fingers glided across the paper, sketching the outline of a blanket in a few strokes. It quickly became a soft, real object, which was draped over He Chen's body. It seemed to carry the warm scent of the sun, instantly making him feel warm.
Sang Li leaned back in her chair, quietly watching this scene. No wonder no one was bothering Lu Jin anymore.
Who cares about him anymore?
They all ran off to please my mom!
Sang Li tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, then turned her gaze to Lu Jin, and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
What a miscalculation!
Lu Jin: ...
He Chen held the steaming soup in her hands, her fingertips trembling slightly, inhaling the faint aroma of seafood. Of the people in the room, she only recognized Chi Du, the mysterious Amber, and her own daughter.
Her gaze fell on Lu Jin, a feeling of familiarity washing over her, yet she couldn't quite place him.
Lu Jin was very familiar with it.
His appearance is very familiar.
Headache.
Sang Li leaned back in her chair, unsure of what to say first.
After a long pause, she spoke softly, "Mom, are you feeling any better?"
He Chen nodded gently, a warm, comforting light shining in his eyes: "Thanks to you."
Otherwise, he would really die on the island.
She had been tormented by the experiments for so long that she hadn't seen the sun in a long time, and her body was covered in wounds.
She couldn't bear to let those inhumane experiments continue; she had been tormented by them to the point that she had almost forgotten the temperature of the sun, forgotten how easy and natural breathing could be. They dared not end her life easily, but they allowed her to endure both physical and mental torture every day.
Sang Li felt a sudden tension in her heart and wanted to speak, but He Chen's voice pulled her back to reality.
“I know you have many questions,” He Chen said, looking at her with gentle yet firm eyes. “But I can ask you first: now, what do you remember?”
Sang Li lowered her head, her fingertips tracing the back of her hand, looking slightly flustered: "I remember your braised pork ribs were the best, and your stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts was also good."
He Chen's lips slowly curved upwards, and the gentle warmth in his eyes filled Sang Li's chest like the warm winter sun.
The soft lighting in the room stretched out the tranquility, swaying gently like ripples on the sea.
a long time.
He Chen said, "It seems you succeeded."
She exhaled, her gaze falling on the faintly lit sea outside the window, as if looking at her past self.
“Let’s start from a long, long time ago, before you were here. I was only 23 when I graduated with my PhD. That year, I was full of hope, having just come out of the lab, my mind filled with formulas and assumptions.”
He Chen's hands trembled slightly, his fingertips tracing the rim of the soup bowl, as if touching memories soaked in time: "I entered BEAM, and from that moment on, project codename [001] became my everything. I didn't really understand what 001 meant. Professor Olga was my mentor, guiding me through experiments. I had no idea what I was doing, nor did I understand why we had to constantly study the genetic evolution of anomalous individuals... but I loved it. I felt like I could access the 'unknown realm' beyond the human world."
“In those days, I thought I was exploring the unknown, but in reality…”
"You found out later, didn't you?"
【001】is Sang Li's project.
He Chen's eyes trembled slightly, and the soup in the bowl swayed gently; she was filled with regret.
"Before this, I had never actually set foot on BEAM Experiment Island. But the data I collected, the experiments I conducted, all that information, flowed continuously from my lab to the island, becoming the drugs injected into your body."
"And we were completely unaware."
"But we are also executioners."
She seemed to be spitting out a heavy burden from her heart: "So later, when I learned that you suffered because of those experiments, it felt like my heart was being pricked by needles, and once the needles went in, I couldn't pull them out. Even if I didn't know, I was an accomplice, one of the participants. But that's a story for later. The first time I met you was when you were very, very young."
She pursed her lips, her eyes softening. "It was around the fifth year of the research when I received a secret mission: to form a family with a researcher and raise a child."
"I was originally a staunch non-marriage advocate and didn't believe I could have these feelings. But when I first met you..."
He Chen first met six-year-old Sang Li in the kindergarten courtyard.
The teacher led the little girl out and said gently, "Your mother is here."
Sang Li looked up, her eyes bright, like the surface of water shimmering with glittering gold in the morning light, or like the purest glass beads, so clear it was heartbreaking. She wore a pink dress with slightly long sleeves that gently supported her small wrists.
"Mom!" she called out without hesitation.
It's natural.
In that instant, He Chen understood that this was no ordinary mission.
Sang Li is not an ordinary human being.
Because she recognized Sang Li.
Even without having seen the photos.
But all the data passed through her hands.
She always thought she was conducting a simulation experiment, but that wasn't the case.
Judging from various phenomena and expressions, Sang Li is the anomaly [BEAM-071] that has been mentioned many times in the data transmission between herself and the experimental island.
She always thought that 071 was not a humanoid creature.
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