I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Song Jia's face turned pale instantly. She subconsciously wanted to continue to defend herself, but facing Chen Zheng, who had witnessed the whole thing, she really couldn't say anything.

Oh no, the secret base has been exposed.

These treasures she painstakingly collected at great risk will likely be confiscated today.

The thought of those carefully prepared reagents and her beloved silver-ringed snake, which she had raised for three years, already made Song Jia's heart ache.

"Instructor..."

Song Jia pleaded, her eyes reddening.

Chen Zheng ignored her pitiful appearance and wandered around the warehouse by himself.

He picked up a bottle labeled "Arrow Poison Wood Extract," shook it, and then looked at the white mice in the cage next to him, which had already cooled down. He couldn't help but marvel.

"His technique is excellent; even among the poison masters I know, he's top-tier. He's a true prodigy."

"What a pity, the equipment is so poor, so few and so rudimentary, is it because most of it is contraband?"

Song Jia was stunned for a moment, wondering what Chen Zheng was doing with all this.

"Do you want something better?"

Before she could react, Chen Zheng turned around and smiled, "For example, a centrifuge, or an electronic balance that can be accurate to the microgram level?"

Song Jia's breathing became rapid.

Everything Chen Zheng mentioned was top-of-the-line equipment she had always dreamed of.

With those things, her toxicology will reach a whole new level.

"I can get these for you, and I can even use the instructor's authority to set up a special laboratory for you."

Song Jia was engrossed in the conversation. After a few minutes, she slowly raised her head and asked, "What are the conditions?"

She's not stupid; she knows there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Chen Zheng laughed: "It's simple, teach me toxicology."

Song Jia was stunned again; she hesitated.

On one hand, there's the allure of those top-of-the-line machines.

On the other hand, teaching this skill to Chen Zheng is extremely risky; what if it were accidentally leaked...?

But looking at Chen Zheng's ambiguous smile and then at her room full of treasures that could be confiscated at any moment, she gritted her teeth and made her decision.

"Okay, I'll teach you."

"But you must promise that not a single thing of mine will be missing!"

"make a deal."

Chen Zheng snapped his fingers.

The next second, Song Jia transformed, her eyes regaining their confidence and fervor.

"Since we're going to learn, let's start with my best work."

She put on a pair of latex gloves and carefully took out a bottle of colorless liquid in frosted glass from a safe.

"This is the final result I obtained after seventeen improvements based on the arrow poison tree extract. I call it 'Sweet Dream'."

Song Jia opened the bottle, and a strange, light fragrance wafted out.

"It is a highly effective neurotoxin blocker that preferentially paralyzes the respiratory center but retains dopamine and endorphins secreted by the cerebral cortex."

"Just three milligrams is enough to put an adult into a state of ecstasy within thirty seconds, and then allow them to suffocate peacefully."

"Elegant, isn't it? Absolutely so elegant!"

Chen Zheng stood aside, watching Song Jia, who was already excited, and for the first time truly felt the bewitching nature in this girl's bones.

"You seem to really like this kind of thing that kills without leaving a trace?" he asked tentatively.

Upon hearing the word "murder," Song Jia immediately frowned: "Incorrect word choice."

"This is not murder, it's art."

She held up the bottle of "Sweet Dreams" to admire it under the light.

"The aesthetics of violence lies in instantaneous destruction: a shot to the head, a knife to the neck—bloody and direct."

"The aesthetics of pharmaceutics lies in the ultimate control."

"Controlling the dosage, controlling the timing, controlling the manner of death, even controlling the expression on the face of the deceased... that is true art, the power of God."

Chen Zheng's lips twitched involuntarily as he listened.

Are you sure you're not from the Divergent faction?

However, at this point he felt that the time was about right.

Following the typical formula of novels, such a somewhat perverse psychology is always accompanied by a painful childhood.

It's either parental divorce, or school bullying, or at the very least, it must be trauma from one's family of origin, right?

Only by finding the root cause can we prescribe the right medicine, trigger the system task, and unlock her personal storyline.

Thinking of this, Chen Zheng cleared his throat, immediately put on a gentle expression, and his tone became earnest.

"Song Jia."

"To be honest with the instructor, were you... raised under very strict discipline when you were a child?"

"Has someone abused you?"

"Or perhaps your parents were pressuring you to study medicine, which caused you to develop a rebellious attitude?"

As Chen Zheng asked the questions, he was already thinking about how to counsel Chen Zheng.

Song Jia looked completely bewildered after hearing his series of questions.

She blinked her clear, large eyes and slowly shook her head: "No."

Chen Zheng's smile froze.

This...this isn't the script!

"My family is a family of military doctors. My grandfather was the former president of the General Hospital of the Military Region, and my father is the director of neurosurgery."

Song Jia seemed oblivious to Chen Zheng's change in expression, continuing to recall her memories.

"For my fifth birthday, my dad gave me a German-made children's microscope as a gift."

"When I was ten, while other girls were playing with Barbie dolls, my dad started teaching me how to dissect a frog. He said he wanted to cultivate my hands-on skills and mental fortitude from a young age."

"They all praised my talent, saying I was born to do this job."

"Later I became interested in poison, and they didn't object; in fact, they were quite happy about it."

Chen Zheng fell into deep thought again: "Happy...happy?"

"Yes, that's right." Song Jia nodded matter-of-factly. "They said that our family's medical skills have finally been passed down to my generation."

"Although the research direction has deviated a bit, from saving people to harming them, no matter how it was passed down, it has been passed down anyway."

Chen Zheng was out of ideas.

This is different from what's shown in TV dramas!

You probably came from a very bad family. They must have left you with childhood trauma, which caused you to become twisted and psychologically abnormal due to the repression.

That's not how it is in TV dramas at all!

Not only do they not have any trauma, but their family atmosphere is also ridiculously good!

He sighed helplessly, looking at the girl in front of him with a gentle smile, who was usually as kind as a kind older sister next door, and felt that she was very troublesome.

How can I redeem myself from this?

Am I supposed to redeem a genius girl who has a happy life, a perfect family, is spoiled by her parents, and is just a little abnormal because of her passion?

He has a happy family, things he's passionate about, and doesn't seem like someone who just sits on a keyboard. He also has some strange online friends...

What to do?