Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 196 Legacy
Gao Bin has lived in the laboratory since he was seven years old.

Back then, the supernatural was still rampant, and there simply weren't enough people to go by selecting suitable candidates from the military alone.

Asia Union had to select people with special physical conditions from all walks of life.

However, adults have a complete set of values ​​and their own calculations.

Especially after mastering strange powers, people's desires will be amplified infinitely by those things.

They won't sacrifice themselves and risk their lives to fight the supernatural just because of a few words from you.

On the contrary, it could become one of the sources of chaos.

For long-term development and to select more suitable individuals with special physical conditions, orphanages have sprung up all over Asia Union.

It was during that time that Gao Bin's special physique and innate abilities were discovered.

Before he turned twenty, he spent almost every day lying on the experimental table or chair, passively sensing the people or things brought by the researchers.

Then recount what you saw.

Every time Gao Bin used his ability, those people in white coats would say:

'Your abilities are a gift from heaven,' 'Don't waste your talents,' 'You are an extraordinary apostle, the hope of all mankind.'

As a child, Gao Bin didn't understand what mission or hope meant.

He only knew that using his abilities to sense those things would be very painful.

But those people still forced him to do it.

At that time, Xiao Gaobin wondered if he had done something wrong to be punished like this.

To avoid punishment, Gao Bin initially behaved very obediently.

But the more obedient and compliant he is, the more people he needs to be psychic about.

Through repeated sensory experiences and by rummaging through countless people's memories, Gao Bin gradually understood why those doctors in white coats were doing what they did.

All of this is for the purpose of gathering intelligence and saving more people.

Seven or eight years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Gao Bin has reached the most rebellious age of his life.

As he continued to sense strange people or objects, the negative emotions accumulating in his heart reached their limit.

Why me?

What kind of savior is this? What kind of talent is this?

These people are simply sacrificing themselves to bring happiness to others!

Why must I suffer endlessly? Why must I, with my talents, be used by others?
They keep saying they're doing this for my own good, but do I even have a choice?

You bunch of hypocrites!
Gao Bin had his first outburst, but he didn't break free of the constraints and leave the laboratory like in the movies.

Instead, they were deemed to have suffered excessive spiritual corruption and were ruthlessly suppressed by security personnel.

There is a saying that goes well.

Your resistance is never a loud bang, it's just a sob.

The fusion warrior in charge of security used a slap to help Gao Bin end his rebellious phase early, allowing him to successfully graduate from his chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

Later, Gao Bin became much more composed, and the researchers in the lab would occasionally listen to his requests, even though he was just a tool.

However... I'll just listen to it.

The desire for freedom was once again rejected by the empty rhetoric of childhood, such as "for humanity," "for the Asian Union," and "a gift from heaven."

Those researchers only taught Gao Bin various kinds of knowledge, but never instilled any ideas in him.

Of course, this excludes heroic and selfless acts.

But even if they don't teach him, Gao Bin can learn on his own by observing other people's memories through his extrasensory perception.

Several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Twenty-year-old Gao Bin could no longer endure this torment, and he also knew that he had no way of escaping.

Therefore, Gao Bin chose an extremely extreme method—suicide.

Every day I'm either on the lab bench or in a pristine white bedroom.

He would rather die than live like this again.

This time, his determination startled the higher-ups.

Through this incident, the countermeasures bureau also learned what this young man, who had lived in the laboratory since childhood, had suffered.

Thirteen years later, Gao Bin stepped out of the laboratory and saw the sun for the first time.

This suicide granted Gao Bin limited freedom—he joined the Countermeasures Bureau.

The slow-paced life at the Countermeasures Bureau gradually healed Gao Bin's inner wounds.

Perhaps most people yearn for an extraordinary life, but some people simply crave an ordinary one.

Gao Bin is a prime example.

How can you, not being a fish, know the joy of fish?

He confronted the leaders of the countermeasures bureau more than once.

Special talent? Never experienced an ordinary life?
I simply don't want it. Can you please stop imposing your self-righteous ideas on me?

Gao Bin's constant nagging and complaining naturally made him unpopular.

Once, he broke down in his superiors' defenses, so they specially found a psychic fusion warrior for him and created a virtual life for him.

This is what the leaders were thinking at the time.

Let this kid experience the life of an ordinary person in every way. He'll appreciate his abilities when he wakes up!

They firmly believe that no one can resist the allure of power.

Almost everyone thought that Gao Bin would soon grow tired of his ordinary life.

Once he wakes up, we can have a good laugh at him.

Who knew that in the end, Gao Bin, in his subconscious, would be content to be an ordinary office worker in his dreams.

The fusion warrior, who was a mental type, was completely bewildered by Gao Bin's actions.

He racked his brains, trying every trick in the book to tempt Gao Bin in his dreams and create all sorts of crises, but the other party refused to accept any form of power and insisted on living an ordinary life of going to work, clocking in, and slacking off.

In the end, even the psychic fusion warrior almost failed to wake him up from the Sims.

Gao Bin, whose DNA of slacking off is ingrained in his very being, left the leaders of the Countermeasures Bureau utterly speechless.

His special strategic significance meant that the countermeasures bureau could neither let him slack off nor push him too hard.

What else can we do but make do?

To prevent Gao Bin from slacking off on his own, the Countermeasures Bureau specially arranged a bodyguard (or supervisor) for him, namely the workaholic 007 Xia Qiyuan.

This is how the two came to be partners.

The best way to deal with a lazy bum is to put a workaholic next to him.

Only under Xia Qiyuan's command was Gao Bin not so lazy; after all, he wasn't called a two-faced liar for nothing.

Xia Qiyuan, who is well-versed in human nature, always manages to motivate Gao Bin in his work.

"Alright, alright, stop talking to me about your dreams. Dreams are just things you think about in your dreams. Get up and get to work."

Xia Qiyuan felt a sudden pang of pain when he saw Gao Bin talking about his ideals again.

He knew that this guy just wanted to take a vacation again.

Xia Qiyuan took out something that looked like a small flashlight and pressed it against Hu Yingshao's body.

Soon, a layer of frost formed on the surface of the corpse.

Xia Qiyuan stuffed Hu Yingshao's body into a body bag, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and said impatiently, "Stop dawdling. Once the disciple issue is resolved, I'll apply for three months of paid leave for you."

"That's a deal, no take-backs allowed."

Upon hearing about the leave, Gao Bin was immediately motivated to take action.

………………

A few hours later, it was dawn.

Everyone in the criminal investigation team received news of Hu Yingshao's unexpected death.

Jin Ping'an's reaction was particularly shocking.

He was the first among everyone to arrive at the criminal investigation team.

boom!
Jin Ping'an slammed his hand on the table and said angrily, "How could a perfectly healthy person suddenly suffer respiratory paralysis?"

"The results of this autopsy were jointly provided by Prosecutor He and the Supreme People's Procuratorate, so the possibility of fabrication is almost zero," Shi Hongfang said, arms crossed.

The two prosecutors took the body away and soon provided this information, along with a detailed autopsy report. It's unclear how they managed to do that.

Keep in mind that an autopsy takes at least several hours, and a longer pathological examination could take one or two days.

In just a few hours, they not only completed the autopsy, but also prepared the autopsy report.

To be honest, Shi Hongfang had some doubts about the authenticity of the report.

However, the body was no longer with them, so a second autopsy could not be performed to verify the information.

Jin Ping'an picked up the autopsy report that Shi Hongfang handed him, but he couldn't understand it at all, so he quickly put it down.

Although I don't understand it, that doesn't stop me from thinking there's something wrong with it!

“There’s definitely something wrong with this!” Jin Ping’an said emphatically.

“Hu Yingshao was old after all, and his personal lifestyle was very bad. We were eating seafood on the day we arrested him, so the accident... was not really unexpected.”

Shi Hongfang also felt that this matter was very strange, but all kinds of data indicated that Hu Yingshao died in an accident and there was no possibility of homicide.

First of all, the rooms in the detention center are under 24-hour real-time monitoring. Hu Yingshao did not come into contact with anyone before his death, and there were no external injuries on his body.

He didn't even eat dinner, indirectly ruling out the possibility of food poisoning.

Moreover, poison can always be detected during an autopsy.

Jin Ping'an's face was extremely ugly: "But the fake Wang Sheng before also died of respiratory paralysis, right?"
Two people connected to the case died in the same way—that's definitely suspicious!

Perhaps this case is not over yet, and there is someone behind Hu Yingshao...

"Ping An, you should know very well how powerful Hu Yingshao is."

Shi Hongfang interrupted Jin Ping'an's musings: "Do you know what it means to say that he has someone above him?"

"But the way these two people died was too coincidental," Jin Ping'an said indignantly.

"Nothing to worry about."

Shi Hongfang stated directly, "I have already investigated, and no one above has maintained any special contact with Hu Yingshao."

Jin Ping'an was speechless when he heard Shi Hongfang's assertion.

He hesitated for a long time before revealing his true thoughts: "I... I just feel that it's too easy for Hu Yingshao to die like this."

"Are you planning to take the law into your own hands and punish him?"

Shi Hongfang said irritably.

"If Hu Yingshao really has other powerful backers, then let the two prosecutors handle the investigation. That's why they came here."

Shi Hongfang recalled the scene of his first meeting with Prosecutor He: "That prosecutor named He Jun was very aggressive. He was much more difficult to deal with than Gao Bin. I believed they would give us a satisfactory answer."

Jin Pingan reluctantly accepted Shi Hongfang's explanation.

But he still wanted to try his best: "Would you mind if I took a picture of the autopsy report?"

"Whatever," Shi Hongfang said.

Just then, there was a knocking sound on the door.

Before Shi Hongfang could say "please come in," the person who knocked pushed the door open and entered.

Jin Ping'an turned to look at the door: "Messenger? What brings you here?"

The visitor was none other than the messenger.

The messenger didn't speak, but merely glanced at Shi Hongfang.

The latter put the autopsy report into a file bag and handed it to Jin Ping'an: "Ping'an, you can go outside and take the photos first. Just send them directly to the forensic office after you're done."

The subtext of Shi Hongfang's actions was that he had summoned the messenger and asked him to excuse himself.

Although Jin Ping'an was a bit slow-witted, he wasn't completely oblivious to people's expressions.

After Jin Ping'an left, the messenger sat down on the sofa, and Shi Hongfang sat opposite him, just like last time.

"Give me the stuff."

"That's what the messenger said."

Seeing the messenger's aloof expression, Shi Hongfang smiled wryly and said helplessly, "Amin, this isn't about official business, so you don't have to keep such a long face."

The messenger sneered, "Heh, you mean I should still greet you with a smile?"

Shi Hongfang wiped the smile off his face and looked guilty: "I'm very sorry about what happened back then."

"The person you should apologize to is not me."

The messenger's story was the same as last time.

“I… I’ve wronged not only Xiaoya, but also you, and… I let down many people back then.” Pain and struggle appeared on Shi Hongfang’s face.

"What's the point of talking about the past now since it can't be changed?"

Looking at the messenger's icy face, Shi Hongfang felt even more guilty.

The messenger used to be a very cheerful person, but now, his face is cold and numb, and nothing can be seen on it.

The atmosphere between the two began to stiffen.

"...May I go and pay my respects to Xiaoya?" Shi Hongfang asked tentatively.

The messenger said, "Some people are already dead. What you failed to protect back then, no matter how much you regret it or blame yourself now, they can't hear you."

Shi Hongfang seemed to have anticipated this outcome.

He decided not to dwell on this painful topic that had caused both of them pain.

"This is the legacy left by Ansien. I have already taken care of the inheritance issues for you. All you need to do is sign."

Shi Hongfang handed over a paper bag and a document: "From An Si'en's perspective, I think you should accept it; it's a token of their goodwill."

The messenger glanced at the contents of the document, picked up a pen, and quickly signed his name.

Shi Hongfang was surprised by the decisive and efficient performance.

He had assumed the messenger would hesitate for a while, or perhaps entrust him with donating the inheritance to charitable causes such as orphanages or relief stations.

The messenger put down his pen and asked, "Is there anything else?"

“That’s all.” Shi Hongfang shook his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, the messenger grabbed the paper bag, stood up, and left without any hesitation.

Shi Hongfang raised his hand and gestured with his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

But as he watched the messenger's retreating figure, he couldn't utter a single word and could only let his arms hang limply.

(End of this chapter)