He feigned madness for eighteen years, all for the power of a god.

Lin Jie is a somewhat introverted but very sensible child. He usually follows his older sister quietly, helping with whatever chores he can.

Could it be... just a coincidence?

Bai Ye tried to comfort herself in this way.

After all, there are many people with the same name and surname, and it is not impossible for them to be the same age.

But his reason told him that there weren't that many coincidences in the world.

Especially when he remembered that his sister seemed to have mentioned it that afternoon.

The director said he was taking several children from the orphanage who were of the appropriate age to the community service center for a free physical examination.

Could something have gone wrong during the physical examination?

He needs to go back and check!

Just as he was about to leave, his cell phone suddenly started vibrating violently in his pocket.

It was my sister calling.

Bai Ye's heart sank suddenly.

He knew his sister's personality; she was frugal to the core.

Phone calls weren't cheap back then; the cost of one call was almost enough to buy half a meal.

Unless something extremely urgent happens.

She would never call him first.

He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, sis?"

"Bai Ye! Something terrible has happened!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely anxious, even a little tearful.

In the background noise, you can also hear the faint cries of other children and the clamor of conversation.

"Xiao Jie... Lin Jie... he's gone!"

The older sister's voice trembled with panic, and she could barely speak coherently.

"We...we came back from our physical exams, everyone was there, but he...he's not back! I asked the hospital director, but he said he didn't know either. He was fine just a moment ago, how could he just disappear like that..."

boom!

It was as if a bomb had suddenly exploded in Bai Ye's mind.

It's really him!

The name on the notebook overlapped with the name of the missing child that my sister had mentioned!

An uncontrollable rage surged from his chest, instantly engulfing his limbs and bones.

"Sister, don't worry, listen to me."

Bai Ye's voice, however, became unusually calm at this moment, so calm that there was not a ripple.

But only he knew the surging murderous intent beneath that calm.

"Don't panic, and don't let the children in the orphanage run around. Just stay in the orphanage, lock the door, and don't go anywhere."

He paused, then continued in an extremely confident and unquestionable tone:

"I just asked one of my colleagues on the official side to check it out for me."

"They said they saw a child on the street who looked a lot like Xiao Jie, and it seemed like he was lost."

"I'll go with them now to find him. Don't worry, I will definitely bring him back safe and sound."

"Really? Your colleague at work..." The older sister's voice carried a hint of desperate hope.

Bai Ye answered decisively:

"real."

"They're government officials, very capable. Just stay home and wait for my message. Remember, absolutely do not go out, lest other people get lost, and then I'll have to search for them, which will be even more troublesome."

Before her sister could say anything more, Bai Ye hung up the phone.

He didn't want his sister to ask any more questions, because the more questions she asked, the more loopholes there would be.

After putting down my phone, the room fell silent once more.

Bai Ye stood still, his expression appearing gloomy and cold under the dim light.

His gaze fell on the body that belonged to Li Feng, and then on the white coat and mask that he had taken out of Zhao He's backpack.

A bold and crazy plan quickly took shape in his mind.

Since the other party is waiting for a heartless doctor named Zhao He...

Then I'll go and "treat" them.

Without further hesitation, he walked to Li Feng's body.

They found the car keys to Zhao He's old car in the other person's pocket.

Then he went to the place where Zhao He had been devoured.

He reached out and smeared a trace of Zhao He's dark red blood, which was not yet completely dry, from a crack in the floor.

The next second he activated the ability he had just unlocked.

【Easy to Shape】

The ability to change shapes requires a portion of the target's body tissue, so Bai Ye took the target's blood.

As the ability was activated, blood instantly seeped into Bai Ye's fingertips.

"Click...click..."

A sickening cracking sound came from Bai Ye's body.

His height and build began to change noticeably.

The muscles and bones of the face seem to have been kneaded and reshaped by an invisible hand.

The entire process was filled with indescribable pain, but Bai Ye didn't even flinch.

Just a dozen seconds later, the slender boy had disappeared.

Instead, there was a tall, thin, pale-faced middle-aged man with sunken eyes and an aura of gloom.

It was none other than Zhao He's appearance!

He walked to the cracked mirror in the room, looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, and his eyes were cold.

He put on the white coat and the mask.

He stuffed the notebook containing the crimes and the forged documents into his pocket.

After doing all this, he pushed open the door and strode out.

The old, black sedan downstairs was parked quietly in the shadows.

Bai Ye got into the driver's seat and started the car.

The roar of engines pierced the night in the slums.

He floored the accelerator, and the car sped off like a black beast toward the location recorded in his notebook—the abandoned factory in the south of the city.

The night, like thick ink, completely swallowed up this abandoned industrial area in the south of the city.

The rusty barbed wire and collapsed factory buildings cast menacing shadows under the pale moonlight, like giant beasts lurking in the darkness.

The air was filled with a foul odor, a mixture of rust, dust, and decaying matter.

At the entrance of a chemical plant that has long since ceased production.

A black minivan, its engine off, was quietly parked on the side of the road, blending into the surrounding darkness.

The car windows were closed, but the suppressed sobbing could be faintly heard coming from inside.

There were three people standing outside the car.

The leader was a man wearing black-rimmed glasses who looked to be in his early thirties.

He had a refined appearance and wore a well-fitting suit, looking like a white-collar worker.

His name is Zhao Hongshu, and he is Zhao He's younger brother.

However, unlike his brother who makes a living by selling organs and living a life of violence in the underworld, he is more like a "businessman" who uses his brain.

He was responsible for finding "sources of goods" and contacting "customers".

His older brother, Zhao He, was responsible for the final "handling" and "transfer".

The two brothers, one operating in the open and the other in the shadows, formed a complete and bloody industrial chain.

Standing opposite him at this moment is his major client.

A middle-aged man with a bloated figure and an oily face.

The man was wearing an expensive designer suit and a gleaming gold watch on his wrist.

"Mr. Zhao, my men have arrived. Where's the goods?"