I started with a portal, then turned around and handed it over to the nation.

When Lin Mo returned to the rented room, which was less than 20 square meters, the sunlight outside the window was blocked by the building to the west.

The room was dimly lit, and the air smelled of fermented takeout boxes.

He slammed the door shut with a click, shutting out the noise and mockery of the world.

Exhaustion and anger did not break him; instead, they fueled a kind of obsessiveness born from being driven to the brink.

The police are unreliable, ex-girlfriends are unreliable, and vampire bosses are even more unreliable.

Lin Mo walked to the computer desk in the corner, which was piled with clutter, plopped down, and turned on the dusty monitor.

"I can only rely on myself!!"

He hissed softly, opened a Taobao webpage, and his fingers clattered on the greasy keyboard.

He quickly typed a line of text into the search box.

"Mouthmen...power-type monsters, agility is their weakness, their weapon is a giant axe..."

His eyes scanned the screen rapidly as he muttered to himself.

"To counter a power-based opponent, you can't go head-to-head; you need speed and sharpness."

Delete the words in the search box and re-enter them.

"An unsharpened Tang sword."

Various products popped up on the screen, the blades were shiny, and they came with fancy scabbards and free gifts.

Lin Mo frowned, clicked on the link with the highest sales volume, and typed directly in the customer service chat box.

"Boss, can this knife be sharpened? I need it to draw blood."

The other party replied with a question mark instantly.

"Dear customer, these are handicrafts, they're not sharpened. Sharpening them is illegal!"

Lin Mo didn't reply and simply closed the page.

He changed his search terms again.

"Thickened fire axe".

"Heavy-duty stab-proof vest."

"Military entrenching tool."

He added the sturdiest and fiercest-looking items to his shopping cart, and the amount quickly soared, soon exceeding four figures.

Lin Mo looked at the number, then at the remaining balance of just over three hundred yuan in his Alipay account, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He lit a cigarette, letting the smell of cheap tobacco fill the room. Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze fell on the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen.

There are 29 days until the next teleportation.

...

Chengnan Branch.

Old Zhang and Little Li were getting ready to pack up and leave work when the phone on the table rang.

Xiao Li answered the phone casually: "Hello, Criminal Investigation Team... Oh, okay, okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, he gestured with his lip towards Old Zhang, who was stretching.

"Old Zhang, Director Chen from the lab wants us to come over. He says the test results for that 'magic potion' are in."

Old Zhang yawned and waved his hand dismissively.

"So fast? What kind of results can we expect? It's just some food coloring and sugar water. Let him leave the report there, and we'll go see it tomorrow."

Xiao Li shrugged: "Director Chen sounded very urgent on the phone, telling us to come over immediately."

"Alright, alright, consider it a post-meal digestive aid."

Old Zhang picked up his police uniform jacket draped over the back of the chair, slowly put it on, and the two of them strolled leisurely toward the laboratory building in the backyard of the branch office.

The evening breeze dispelled the daytime heat, and a peaceful atmosphere prevailed in the branch office compound.

The two walked to the door of the laboratory, and Old Zhang knocked symbolically before pushing the door open and going in.

"Director Chen, what's the rush? Can a cup of milk tea solve the problem?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure in a white coat suddenly rushed out from inside, grabbed Old Zhang's arm with astonishing strength.

It was Director Chen, the head of the laboratory department.

His hair was disheveled, his glasses, which he usually kept shiny, were askew, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Lao Zhang and Xiao Li.

"milk tea?"

Director Chen's voice was hoarse and trembling with suppressed emotion.

He dragged the two of them into the office and slammed the door shut, locking it from the inside.

"I'm afraid you won't live to drink it all!!"

He turned and rushed to his desk, grabbed a stack of printed reports, and slammed them onto the table, scattering the papers all over the floor.

"Look at this! What kind of amazing thing did you deliver this afternoon?!"

Xiao Li was startled by the scene. He bent down and picked up a report, which was full of curves and data, making him dizzy.

"What...what does this curve mean? It looks like an electrocardiogram, quite regular."

"Neat and organized?"

Director Chen snatched the report, pointing to a steep, almost vertical red curve on it, his fingers trembling violently with excitement.

He leaned close to Xiao Li's ear and almost shouted it out:

"That means I used the sample you sent, and dropped a single drop onto a culture dish of isolated mouse muscle cells! Three seconds!"

"In just three seconds! Cell activity and regeneration speed increased by 3,700 times!!"

"Three thousand seven hundred times!! Do you even understand what that means?!"

Director Chen's spittle sprayed all over Xiao Li's face.

"Limb regeneration is just the beginning for it! Theoretically, with sufficient dosage, it could bring someone who died of organ failure back to life!!"

"Now!!"

Director Chen suddenly took a step back, bracing himself on the table with both hands, his chest heaving violently, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Old Zhang and Little Li's faces.

"Tell me, where did this thing come from?!"

The office was deathly silent.

The relaxed and impatient expressions on Lao Zhang's and Xiao Li's faces froze instantly when they heard the number "three thousand seven hundred times".

The two stood frozen in place, exchanging a glance, both seeing horror in each other's eyes.

At the same time, Lin Mo's pale, desperate yet incredibly earnest face appeared in my mind.

And then there was his hoarse roar.

"I'm going to die... I'm really going to die!!"

Cold sweat trickled down Old Zhang's forehead, drop by drop.

His Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, and his voice was frighteningly dry.

"Old Chen... are you sure you're not mistaken? The equipment isn't malfunctioning?"

"I conducted three control experiments using my own serum!!"

Director Chen pointed to his arm, where a band-aid was still on:

"The instrument was calibrated five times! Zhang Zhenguo! I swear on my career and the rest of my life, every single piece of data in this report is fucking real!!"

Old Zhang swayed slightly.

He finally realized that he might have made the most serious mistake in his thirty years as a police officer.

Without asking another question, he turned around abruptly, used all his strength to pull open the office door, and rushed towards the main office building like a madman.

Xiao Li also realized what was happening and followed behind, his face pale.

The office door of Wu Hai, the branch director, was pushed open.

Wu Hai was looking at documents while wearing his reading glasses when he was startled by the loud noise. He looked up, about to get angry, when he saw Old Zhang, who was panting heavily and had a pale face.

"Chief!"

Old Zhang stood at attention, his voice distorted from running so fast.

"Report! The evidence provided by Lin Mo, the complainant for case number 1103 this afternoon... may, may involve a national-level biosafety incident!!"

He quickly and concisely reported Lin Mo's police report and the laboratory's test results.

"...Chief, this is the situation. The complainant, Lin Mo, insists that he can travel to other worlds. We...we initially thought it was a mental problem."

"But lab reports don't lie."

As Lao Zhang recounted the story, Wu Hai's face gradually grew serious.

He took off his reading glasses, slowly stood up, and paced back and forth in the office.

Three seconds later, he suddenly stopped, walked to his desk, and picked up the red encrypted phone.

He pressed a series of numbers on the dial pad with steady movements, but the slight trembling of his fingertips betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Connecting to the Municipal Bureau Command Center, this is Wu Hai from the Chengnan Branch."

When the call connected, Wu Hai's voice was low, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Activate the Level 1 Emergency Plan for the Red Wall."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were confirming that they hadn't misheard.

"Yes, you heard right, Level One!!"

After hanging up the phone, Wu Hai looked at Lao Zhang and Xiao Li, who were standing at the door, dumbfounded.

"Compile all the complainant's information and surveillance footage, word for word, immediately!!"

"Furthermore, keep the news under wraps. Everyone involved in this today is to remain where they are and is strictly prohibited from contacting the outside world!!"

"yes!"

Old Zhang and Little Li straightened up abruptly, gave a standard salute, and turned to leave quickly.

In the corridor, Xiao Li followed behind Lao Zhang, feeling his calves trembling.

"Old...Old Zhang, we're doomed! This is huge! Are we going to get punished for mocking the person who reported the crime?"

Old Zhang stopped, turned around and patted him on the shoulder, his face showing a complex expression that was a mixture of lingering fear and regret, as well as an indescribable fervor.

His voice was dry and hoarse.

"Discipline? Kid, if what that guy said is true..."

He paused, looked out the window at the completely dark night sky, and murmured.

"We might have just turned an overwhelming fortune into a joke."

The night was dark.

Several black Hongqi sedans silently slid in and stopped at the entrance of the building below Lin Mo's dilapidated apartment building.

The car door opened, and seven or eight men in black suits with cold expressions got out.

Their movements were synchronized, their steps steady, and they made no extra sound; the whole process was like a silent pantomime.

The leader whispered something into his earpiece, and then the others quickly dispersed, blocking all the entrances and exits of the building.

Everything was completed within three minutes.

In Lin Mo's rented room, he had just made a bowl of instant noodles and was preparing to have dinner.

"Thump, thump, thump."

A steady, forceful knock sounded on the door.

It was neither hurried nor slow, and the intervals between each strike were exactly the same.

Lin Mo's hand holding the instant noodle bowl froze instantly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

It wasn't the police; he was familiar with the sound of police knocking—hurried and chaotic.

They're not neighbors. This building is full of office workers who leave early and return late, so no one would knock on the door at this time.

He gently put down the instant noodle bowl, tiptoed, and slowly moved to the door, his heart pounding in his chest.

Holding his breath, he cautiously approached the cat's eyes and peered outside.

The hallway outside the door was dimly lit.

Three serious-looking men in black stood in front of his door in a triangular formation.

Their posture, their gazes, and the cold, murderous aura they exuded caused Lin Mo's pupils to suddenly contract.

It seemed to have noticed the gaze behind the cat's eye.

The man in the lead slowly raised his head, his gaze precisely meeting the cat's eyes.

The next second, he slowly took out an ID card from his inner suit pocket and held it up in front of the peephole.

Red cover, gold lettering.

At the very top, a shining national emblem stands solemnly.