Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

8:45 a.m.

Located in District 8, the Dawn City International Convention and Exhibition Center resembles a lurking silver behemoth, bathed in the morning light.

The main entrance was bustling with noise, as the scholars, journalists, and security personnel gathered, forming a noisy river.

However, the logistics channel area on the west side of the building was completely deserted.

This is the shady side of the behemoth, piled high with unopened display stands and packaging boxes.

A slender figure appeared at the foot of the outer wall of the unloading area.

Xu Suyuan wore a large, dark hoodie with the brim pulled low, obscuring her eyes that burned with dark fire.

She didn't look for the heavily guarded gate; instead, she reached out and placed her palm against the wall.

In her current perception, this high wall that blocks mortals is nothing more than a layer of slightly viscous mist.

[Void Travel].

Just two seconds later, the air in the previously empty passageway distorted slightly, and Xu Suyuan's figure landed smoothly as if she were "spit out" from the void.

Without pausing, she quickly slipped behind a pile of stacked boxes.

Those eyes, honed in the darkness, were fixed on the entrance at the end of the passage.

The hunters are in position.

……

8:50 a.m.

On the second-floor corridor of the convention center, Zhou Ming, wearing sunglasses, leaned casually against the railing, but his gaze swept across the bustling hall below like a hawk.

Reports from each team member came through the earpiece:

"One group in position, East Gate normal."

"Group Two in position, South Gate normal."

"The three groups are located outside the lecture hall; there are no abnormalities reported so far."

Everything seemed calm, but Zhou Ming's hands, pressed against the railing, were tightly clenched.

To protect his official position, that old fox Sun Qiming put heavy shackles on this operation—no police tape, no large-scale investigation, and not even alerting the organizers.

This is practically making him dance in shackles.

"Everyone, stay alert," Zhou Ming said in a low voice into the microphone. "That 'ghost' may have already gotten in. Remember, the target may be carrying a high-voltage stun gun. If you spot any suspicious individuals, form a perimeter immediately. We absolutely cannot let her make her move in the crowd!"

He has a strong intuition.

A pair of eyes were coldly observing everything through the layers of people.

That ghost has probably already entered.

……

It was exactly 9:00 AM.

A black sedan silently pulled up at the employee entrance of the logistics channel on the west side.

The car door opened, and Lin Zhenghua got out.

Two burly bodyguards followed closely behind; they were elites sent by Iron Hand, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

"Doctor, this way, please." A bodyguard pressed his earpiece. "Captain Iron Hand has arranged a private freight elevator that goes directly to the third-floor auditorium, avoiding the crowds at the main entrance."

Lin Zhenghua nodded slightly, a neurotic smile playing on his lips.

He didn't rush to take a step, but subconsciously touched the cuff of his left sleeve.

Hidden there is a specially made "pen"—a high-pressure anesthetic launcher he made overnight, capable of releasing enough drug to knock out an elephant in 0.5 seconds.

Beneath his shirt was a fine metal mesh lining, a specially designed protective suit for the A-07 electric shock method.

"If she comes..." Lin Zhenghua whispered to his bodyguard, a morbid fanaticism in his eyes, "Don't act immediately. I need to observe her for at least ten seconds. I need to see her micro-expressions at the moment her hatred erupts; that's more valuable data than any instrument."

The bodyguard paused for a moment, clearly having never seen such a madman who still wanted to give the assassin time, but still nodded: "We will do our best to protect your safety."

"Doctor, get in the elevator."

The cold, hard voice of Iron Hand came through the earpiece, "Don't linger outside."

Lin Zhenghua shrugged, picked up the silver case, and walked into the dimly lit freight elevator.

……

9:05.

Xu Suyuan, who was hiding in the shadows, saw that figure from behind.

That was the image of her back that she could never shake off in the countless nightmares tormented by electric shocks.

Lin Zhenghua.

Even just seeing the back of that head made her feel her blood boil and burn, and the "seed" deep in her soul let out a shriek of desire for killing.

"Found you..."

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the red numbers began to flash.

First floor... second floor...

Xu Suyuan didn't rush towards the elevator; that would be too slow and she'd be easily spotted.

Since it is a "ghost", then it should walk the path of a ghost.

She turned around and walked toward the nearest huge load-bearing column.

This is the core structure of the building, with direct access to the equipment rooms on each floor.

She took a deep breath, channeling all her hatred into her mental strength, and slammed herself against the load-bearing wall!

Om-!

Her body merged with the wall. This time, instead of crossing horizontally, she chose to go against gravity and "swim" upwards through the jungle of concrete and steel bars.

A floor slab was left behind.

Her vision blurred and then brightened; she found herself in a storage room on the second floor.

Wear it again!

Another feeling of pressure.

When she solidified her body again, she was already standing behind a fire door at the end of the third-floor corridor.

Through the glass window of the fire door, she saw Lin Zhenghua and his group just stepping out of the freight elevator.

……

9:10 a.m.

Lin Zhenghua stopped in his tracks.

The entrance to the lecture hall is just ahead.

But he didn't go in.

He glanced at his watch, then at the restroom next to him that had a "Cleaning in Progress" sign.

"I'm going to the restroom," Lin Zhenghua suddenly said.

"Doctor, there's a private restroom in the lecture hall," the bodyguard said, frowning.

"I like quiet." Lin Zhenghua pushed up his glasses, a strange light flashing behind the lenses. "Besides, I want to leave the door open for some 'friends'."

After saying that, he ignored the bodyguards' attempts to stop him and walked straight into the public restroom at the end of the corridor.

The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, then stood guard at the door with a sense of helplessness. They reported through the walkie-talkie: "Captain Iron Hand, the doctor is in the west restroom on the third floor. We are outside the door."

……

At the same time, Zhou Ming, who was standing by the railing on the second floor, received an urgent call from the technical team.

"Team Leader Zhou! We found it! Lin Zhenghua is on the list of attendees, and his registered company is Chenxi Biotechnology! He just went up to the third floor via the freight elevator!"

Zhou Ming was startled and suddenly looked up towards the third floor.

"Attention all units! Lin Zhenghua is on the third floor! The murderer is likely already there! Hurry!"

……

Third floor, inside the restroom.

Lin Zhenghua did not go to the toilet.

He stood in front of the huge mirror, looking at his reflection—a pale face but bright eyes.

He turned on the tap, letting the cold water flow freely, drowning out the sounds from the outside world.

He reached into his pocket and grasped the alarm connected to the bodyguard's headset.

With his other hand, he tightly gripped the launcher disguised as a pen.

He is waiting.

He was risking his life to conduct an experiment.

Are you waiting for me?

A cold voice suddenly rang out in this enclosed space.

Lin Zhenghua suddenly looked up.

In the mirror, on the tiled wall behind him, a figure slowly "grew" out, as if emerging from the water.

First the shoulders, then the head, and finally the entire upper body.

No walls were damaged, and no debris was thrown.

Xu Suyuan had half her body embedded in the wall, her eyes burning with dark silver flames, staring intently at him.

"A-07!!"

Lin Zhenghua turned around abruptly, his face showing no fear, but rather a kind of wild joy as if he had witnessed a miracle.

"It's real...it's real! This overlap of phases, this penetration of matter! It's so beautiful! Tell me, what's your body temperature now? Are your pain receptors still functioning?"

He laughed wildly as he pressed the alarm button behind him.