Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Lu Wenxuan continued, "This step requires extra attention. Forensic psychiatric evaluations, especially the determination of 'intermittent' episodes, leave considerable room for subjective interpretation. The opposing lawyer will definitely hold onto this point—insisting that Zhang Ziqian was in an uncontrolled state at the time of the incident and lacked criminal responsibility."

He looked at Zheng Guofeng: "We need experts who are not only highly professional, but also courageous. They must be able to withstand the relentless harassment of the opposing lawyer, endure repeated questioning during court proceedings, and even..."

Lu Wenxuan didn't finish speaking, but everyone in the room understood.

They even need to be able to withstand potential "pressure" from certain sources.

"And time is very tight," Lu Wenxuan added. "From applying for the removal of the case to the re-evaluation and then to the filing of a public prosecution, every step must be flawless and cannot be delayed. The longer it drags on, the more variables there will be."

A brief silence fell over the room.

Liao Zhengfeng suddenly stood up and said, "Director Zheng, this case is no longer just Li Rui's business! The news has spread internally, and all the brothers on the front lines are watching!"

He pointed out the window, as if pointing to the entire night sky of Chenxi City: "A beast who cruelly murdered our police officers' families, if he can still get away with it using a mental illness certificate, continuing to eat apples in those high-class hospital rooms... what do you think our brothers who are risking their lives on the front lines will think? Won't their families be afraid? Won't they be next?"

"This is a matter that shakes the very foundation!" Liao Zhengfeng said, emphasizing each word. "We must win, and we must win decisively, so that everyone can see that even if he's 'mentally ill,' even if his father is the chairman, he won't escape punishment for committing this crime!"

Zheng Guofeng slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the flashing police lights in the police station courtyard downstairs.

After a long while, he turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. In his eyes, which had weathered countless storms, was a resolute ruthlessness.

"Li Ming is right. For both public and private reasons, we must win this battle, we cannot afford to lose."

He walked back to his desk, placed his hands on the surface, and leaned forward like a wolf king about to pounce on its prey.

"The battle was divided into three routes."

"The first route is to the court. I will personally visit Vice President Zhou Shouzheng. I will formally submit our application and all the evidence to him, even if it costs me my reputation, I will make him understand the stakes here."

"The second step is the forensic examination. Prosecutor Lu, I'm counting on you for this. You must leverage your expertise and connections to ensure that the provincial forensic committee's expert panel is composed of the most authoritative, upright, and uncompromising individuals. We absolutely cannot allow the other side to infiltrate."

Lu Wenxuan nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I will personally go to the provincial capital to keep an eye on things."

"Third route, inside." Zheng Guofeng looked at Liao Zhengfeng and Li Ming. "Zhengfeng, you are responsible for providing all the objective evidence needed for the expert evaluation, forming an unshakeable wall of evidence. Li Ming, you need to organize the details of the case into an impeccable chain, leaving no loopholes for the opposing lawyer to exploit."

As he finished speaking, Zheng Guofeng's gaze softened, revealing his concern for his comrade: "As for Li Rui... Zhengfeng, please keep a close eye on him. Tell him that we are all on his side. Don't let him... do anything foolish again."

------

At the same time, in the chairman's office of Glorious Pharmaceuticals.

Even in his own office, Zhang Zhaoqing was completely devoid of his usual imposing manner; he stood almost humbly in front of his desk.

Opposite him, in the chairman's seat, Wang Shijun was slowly swirling the wine in his glass, his expression indifferent and aloof.

"Young Master Wang, please! Save Ziqian!" Zhang Zhaoqing pleaded. "...I know he went too far this time, but he can't die! The police have gone mad; they'll definitely keep pressing him!"

Wang Shijun took a sip of his drink: "Chairman Zhang, you know perfectly well what kind of person your son is. Are you really going to go head-to-head with the powerful police force for a piece of trash who only causes trouble? That's not how you use my resources."

"No! He's not useless!"

Seeing that Wang Shijun remained unmoved, Zhang Zhaoqing seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly took a step forward, revealing his last trump card.

"Young Master Wang, Ziqian... he's a 'living gold mine' that we're researching!"

Wang Shijun paused slightly as he swirled the wine in his glass, then finally looked up at Zhang Zhaoqing.

"I know you've always wanted to explore the boundaries between emotions and physiological responses, trying to find the key to that 'power'," Zhang Zhaoqing said urgently. "Ordinary people can barely simulate a similar reaction under the regulation of 'Tranquility Type IV,' and the data is extremely unstable. But Ziqian... he's a naturally 'super-sensitive candidate'!"

"His neuroendocrine system responds exponentially to extreme emotions—especially the excitement during violence! And the state is strangely stable! Observing and studying him may reveal the mechanisms of certain 'underlying changes' more directly than tracking those elusive 'abnormal individuals'!"

I've said everything I could, and I've staked everything.

At this moment, Zhang Zhaoqing had only one thought in his mind: as long as Ziqian could live, he would accept it even if he were to be observed and studied as an experimental subject locked in a cage from now on.

The private room fell silent.

Wang Shijun looked at Zhang Zhaoqing, his eyes becoming deep.

A living, natural sample that is readily available for study and possesses "high reactivity".

This indeed aligns with my long-term need for fundamental research into the origins of the "extraordinary".

Moreover, compared to those uncontrollable wild "abnormalities," Zhang Ziqian, a controlled "guinea pig," is obviously safer and easier to use.

After a long silence, Wang Shijun's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"That's interesting." He put down his glass and said, "I accept that reason."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhaoqing's eyes lit up with ecstatic joy.

"But, Chairman Zhang," Wang Shijun's voice instantly turned cold, "make your son's 'illness' even more convincing. Don't let his stupidity provoke anyone at this critical juncture. If he causes any more trouble, I'll take care of him myself, without the police even needing to intervene."

Zhang Zhaoqing nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry! I'll keep him locked up! Even if I have to use medication to keep him 'quiet,' I will never let him step out of the room again!"

------

The following afternoon, in the office of the vice president of the Chenxi Intermediate People's Court.

Zhou Shouzhen rubbed his sore temples.

In front of him lay the application for the release of Zhang Ziqian from compulsory medical treatment, which had just been delivered by the police and prosecutors.

He has watched it three times over.

It must be said that the police did an extremely thorough job this time.

Legally speaking, Zhang Ziqian is suspected of committing a new major homicide, and the evidence is conclusive. The original decision on compulsory medical treatment is indeed no longer suitable for the current development of the case.

From an official standpoint, this is to uphold judicial fairness;

From a personal perspective, the victims are police officers' families, and public opinion is in uproar. Approving the dismissal is a natural step and the safest career choice.

Zhou Shouzhen picked up his pen, preparing to sign "Agreed" in the approval column.

"Ring ring ring—"

My personal cell phone suddenly rang.