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Linkin Park.

It's not some foreign rock band, but a villa area on the fourth ring road of Kyoto.

In a detached villa worth half a small fortune, Lin Zhuzhen, who had rushed back from the Tianqi Research Institute, held an Americano and gazed at the ticking clock on the wall.

We agreed on an hour, with some extra time allotted. It took me about forty minutes to go home and change clothes, plus a cup of coffee, which was just the right amount of time.

"Ring ring..."

The phone on the coffee table rang.

Lin Zhuzhen held a coffee in her left hand and picked up her phone in her right. When she saw the caller ID, a gentle look appeared on her face.

She answered the phone, "Honey."

Not all outstanding women are single. On the contrary, this new generation leader in science class got married early. Her partner is a classmate from her doctoral studies and is now her colleague. It can be said that the most brilliant minds are combined.

The only regret is that we haven't had children yet, simply because we're too busy. Even though we work at the same company, we only see each other a few times a week.

The progress of a race must stem from the selfless dedication of a certain group.

"Have you set off yet?"

"immediately."

"Why the sudden decision to go to the East China Sea?"

"It was an order from my superiors, I had no choice."

Lin Zhuzhen said helplessly.

Her husband sighed and did not press the matter further. Those engaged in cutting-edge scientific research naturally understand the rules and discipline.

Even married couples must keep each other's work strictly confidential. Many veterans have cut off contact with their families for decades in order to serve their country.

"How long will it take?"

This issue does not violate any rules.

"Not long, he might be back tomorrow."

Lin Zhuzhen smiled, her glory and aura were outrageous, yet she still retained a girlish charm, "Don't miss me too much."

"Hehe, if you don't come back tomorrow, that won't matter. Anyway, I have to work overtime tonight and won't be going home."

"Are you working overtime tomorrow? If you have to work overtime these next few days, then I might as well stay in Donghai for a few more days."

"Hey, Lin Zhuzhen, are you going on a business trip or a vacation? You have to remember, you have a family."

Who says "science and engineering guys" are unromantic and lack charm?
"Isn't that what we're talking about? I haven't been to the East China Sea in a long time, and I'd like to go to the Oriental Pearl Tower for some tea."

Lin Zhuzhen said it on purpose, but the smile on her face was actually overflowing with happiness.

"I want to go with you next holiday. What if you get kidnapped if you wander around outside alone?"

"By the time you get your vacation, who knows how long it will be?" Lin Zhuzhen picked up her coffee, lowered her head, and took a small sip.
"You're the same way. Dr. Lin, Supervisor Lin, you're much busier than me."

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The doorbell rang.

Lin Zhuzhen looked towards the door, put down her unfinished Americano, and said, "I'm leaving now."

"Well, be careful."

"Okay. Bye."

Lin Zhuzhen smiled and hung up the phone. Holding her phone, she got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

They were two unfamiliar men.

Behind it is an electric commercial vehicle.

"Let's go."

Lin Zhuzhen stepped out of the house and then closed the door, demonstrating the efficiency and decisiveness of a scientist.

The two men exchanged a glance, remained silent, and followed one on the left and one on the right.

Lin Zhuzhen opened the door herself, bent down, and got into the car.

One man followed and climbed into the carriage, while another sat in the driver's seat.

The commercial vehicle started.

There was no communication whatsoever from the time they picked them up until they left.

In fact, according to regulations, Lin Zhu did have the right to enjoy security services, but she refused them because she was unwilling.

"Did we take the wrong road?"

Secrets were leaked.

Because she knew too many secrets, and even the most meticulous plans can have oversights, Lin Zhuzhen rarely spoke to people she didn't know or with whom she had only a casual relationship, in order to avoid making mistakes. However, when she noticed the driver's route, she couldn't help but speak up.

Still no one responded.

"Aren't we going to the airport?"

Lin Zhuzhen continued to ask, but for some reason, a vague sense of unease rose in her heart. She turned her head to look at the man sitting next to her, but he still ignored her.

Not right.

Keeping quiet and focusing on work are one thing, but the people Mr. Jiang sent shouldn't be so rude.

Lin Zhuzhen's extraordinary intelligence immediately came into play. She quietly pressed the button on the phone in her hand, but even though she did it silently, she was still noticed.

"Dr. Lin, please don't do anything irrational."

Finally, there's a response.

It's not a mannequin.

Hearing that low, eerie voice, Lin Zhuzhen's unease grew stronger, and he immediately ordered, "Stop the car."

"Stopping at this time could easily lead to an accident."

The van was driving in the middle of the main road, with cars coming and going from both sides. Lin Zhuzhen looked serious. She reached out and grabbed the door handle. Without saying a word, she immediately tried to open the door. As long as the door opened and the people outside noticed something was wrong, her danger would be over.

Decisive enough.

Unlike most women who just yell and scream.

However, the results were not significantly different.

The car door remained motionless, only producing a cold, hard "click-clack" sound.

It was obvious that it had been locked in advance.

If it was just speculation a moment ago, it has now become reality, and Lin Zhu's heart sank completely.

"Didn't Dr. Lin get into the car himself? Why does he want to run away now?"

Who are you? What do you want?

no doubt.

They were definitely not sent by Mr. Jiang.

Careless.

But it seems we can't entirely blame her.

Who knew it would be such a coincidence?

"We will not harm Dr. Lin, and we hope that Dr. Lin can cooperate."

Without making any further futile moves, Lin Zhuzhen gave up on opening the door. Remaining calm under pressure, she said, "There are surveillance systems everywhere. From the moment you appeared at my doorstep, everything was captured on camera."

The driver is only responsible for driving.

The man sitting next to her smiled.
"so what?"

In an instant, Lin Zhuzhen's pupils contracted sharply as she noticed a barely perceptible wrinkle on the other person's neck.

That's definitely not the texture of normal human skin.

Silicone mask?!
While the art of disguise certainly doesn't exist, with the advancement of technology, the most advanced silicone masks can help achieve "a thousand faces in one person," making it indistinguishable from the real thing.

Lin Zhuzhen took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Where are you taking me?"

"Dr. Lin is a genius, so please don't ask meaningless questions, okay?"

Lin Zhuzhen shut her mouth, her eyes flickering as she looked ahead, watching the car take her in an unknown direction.

The camera rewinds.

Back to Lincoln Park.

The same two men stood at the entrance of Lin Zhuzhen's villa.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

No one responded.

The two looked at each other, then stepped back. The former stepped on the latter's leg to help him up the wall, and then pulled him up as well. They were agile and coordinated well, easily leaping over the two-meter wall.

After landing, the two went their separate ways to search the villa, only to find it empty. They eventually met up again by the coffee table.

On the coffee table, a half-finished Americano, still warm, sat quietly.

One person picked up their phone and made a call.

"Mr. Jiang, Dr. Lin has had an accident."

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East China Sea.

Heaven-given capital.

Li Shurui had just returned to her office when she found someone sitting in her office chair.

"You scared me."

She closed the office door and approached, "Why are you still wearing that long face?"

"I'm going to Kyoto."

Someone said without warning.

Li Shurui was taken aback, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion, "What are you going there for? Didn't you just make an appointment with Dr. Lin to come to Donghai?"

"She has disappeared."

Li Shurui became increasingly stunned, her red lips moved slightly, and she looked on in disbelief.

"Missing? Didn't you just talk to her not long ago?"

“I sent someone to her house to pick her up, but she wasn’t there. The surveillance footage showed that someone had picked her up beforehand.”

Li Shurui frowned, her expression turning serious. "What a coincidence? Could it also be because of that Primordial Project?"

"That's not right. Didn't she say she only told you and that no one else knew?"

Li Shurui was very confused.

“A project involves dozens or hundreds of people in the research, and not everyone can keep a secret.”

Also.

Although such top-secret projects would certainly involve researchers divided into departments, each responsible for their own part and unaware of the research progress of other departments, thus maximizing secrecy, with the overall progress bar known only to top-level leaders, what if someone in each department couldn't keep their mouth shut?

"Is it really because of the Primordial Project? What exactly is that Primordial Project?"

Li Shurui's curiosity was simply too much to suppress.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"Lin Zhuzhen just called you, and then she was taken away, even faster than you. This means the plan was leaked a long time ago, or maybe she was being watched from the very beginning..."

Li Shurui said, "So you told me it's okay."

That sounds kind of funny.

Jiang Chen couldn't laugh at all, whether she was trying to lighten the mood or not.

After receiving the report of Lin Zhuzhen's "disappearance," he began to think about who had the motive, but so far he has not been able to figure it out.

"In short, it's about immune cracking."

"Immune system cracking?"

"The human immune system not only attacks bacteria and viruses, but also indiscriminately rejects all foreign substances that do not belong to the body's own system. It forms the strongest defense line for the human body, but on another level, it has also become the biggest obstacle to medical treatment."

Li Shurui understood and said slowly, "For example, organ transplantation?"

Jiang Chen nodded silently.

Why is organ transplantation the most difficult surgery?

It's because of the rejection reaction.

Rejection necessitates finding a suitable donor, and even if a suitable donor is found, there is no guarantee that the transplant will be a 100% match.

And what he just meant...

If rejection can be overcome, organ transplantation will be demystified, and we may no longer need to search for donors at all, as anyone could be a match.

Li Shurui was in a daze, and soon thought of her father.

"You mean, if this research had been completed sooner, my dad wouldn't have had to die?"

Jiang Chen remained silent for more than ten seconds before speaking, "You could say that."

My father died of a heart attack.

That's also a valid way to put it.

They died from the scarcity of donors.

If a match wasn't necessary at all, and any heart would suffice, then my father would definitely still be alive now.

The "greatness" of this research is evident.
Li Shurui was absent-minded and her heart was surging. She wanted to laugh but couldn't. After a while, she took a deep breath.

The dead cannot be brought back to life.

That's life.

Most of the time, you won't be given a choice.

Just as the future is destined to be bright, many people cannot hold on until the day that future arrives.

"This is clearly a wonderful thing that will benefit countless people, why are you..."

Controlling her emotions, Li Shurui's confusion only grew stronger.

Jiang Chen sat in his girlfriend's office chair with a gloomy expression, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, half of his face hidden in the dim light and shadow.

Do you really think this is a good thing?

Why not?

Li Shurui subconsciously said, "If this is true, then many diseases will be conquered and countless lives will be saved."

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, saying, "Matter is conserved."

Li Shurui was baffled, her eyes filled with confusion. "What?"

“Individual lives are different, but the total number of lives in this world remains constant. Take the heart, for example; it neither increases nor decreases, it only relocates. If relocation becomes easy, then relocation will increase…”

Like the evening drum and the morning bell.

Even though Jiang Chen didn't finish speaking, Li Shurui's eyes trembled, as if she had just woken up from a dream. Although the room was warm and comfortable, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on her back.

Yes.

Even if compatibility is no longer needed, a donor is still required.

even.

With the "threshold" disappearing, the demand for donors will actually surge.

Just like her father.

Because a suitable heart couldn't be found, the heart wasn't used. However, if this research were applied today and universally applicable, the father would have survived, but he would have "consumed" a heart.

As an entrepreneur, she naturally understood the chain reaction that would result. Because of this, Li Shurui felt a chilling sensation running through her heart, not just from her back.

According to business principles.

What would happen if demand in the market surged?

"madman!"

Li Shurui couldn't help herself, and her attitude underwent a complete change: "This project should never have started!"

It seems.

She probably understands her boyfriend's strange reaction.

Why didn't you reject it in the first place?

Li Shurui asked in a trembling voice.

My boyfriend has only told me one side of the story; the Primordial Plan is definitely more complex than that.

"The Apocalypse Research Institute is not mine. Or rather, it is not entirely mine."

Li Shurui remained silent for a moment, then said, "Don't those people know the consequences?"

Jiang Chen said expressionlessly, "Your father is gone, but some people's fathers are still alive, or some people were born to be fathers."

Li Shurui's pupils were dilated, and her eyes were lifeless.

Jiang Chen, who had asked his girlfriend for leave, leaned on the handrail and stood up. "I'm leaving."

As she watched him pass by the desk, Li Shurui's eyes regained focus, and she exclaimed, "That Lin Zhuzhen should disappear."

"Her disappearance doesn't mean the Primordial Project is over. I might not be able to go back with you for the New Year this year."

Li Shurui bit her lip, without complaining or trying to stop her, and simply said two words, "Be careful."

Jiang Chen finally smiled. He didn't know how long he would be going north, so he had to tell him in advance.

Happy New Year. (End of Chapter)