You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

Night falls.

Qingyun Welfare Home in the suburbs of Beijing.

From the outside, this sprawling complex appears quite welcoming. A plaque reading "Boundless Love" hangs above the main gate, soft streetlights illuminate the courtyard, and the bulletin board is covered with photos of Song Qingyun warmly shaking hands with elderly people living alone and disabled children.

In media reports, this is the largest private charity in Beijing and a haven for countless homeless people.

But at this moment, Lin Chen, who was standing halfway up the mountain behind the welfare home, felt nauseous.

Lin Chen changed into a tight-fitting all-black night outfit, making him almost blend into the night.

He did not notify Su Qingge, nor did he bring any police officers.

This level of underground experimental base must be heavily guarded, and Song Qingyun, that old fox, must have designed a perfect self-destruct mechanism.

Once the police launch a large-scale search, they will alert the suspects, and all the evidence will be destroyed in an instant, even the innocent test subjects will be silenced.

To deal with him, we must strike decisively.

Lin Chen looked down at the layout of the entire welfare home from halfway up the mountain.

[God-level Danger Sense Activated!]

[God-level parkour is now available!]

In Lin Chen's view, the once peaceful welfare home instantly transformed into a military fortress covered with red alert lines.

The four-meter-high wall is not only covered with a high-voltage electric fence, but also has an infrared high-definition camera hidden in the leaves every ten meters.

In the courtyard, two groups of security personnel with large riot control dogs were conducting cross-patrols.

This level of security is so high that even a bank vault would be ashamed of itself.

Is it to prevent thieves? Or to prevent people inside from escaping?

Lin Chen sneered, and his body shot out like a fully drawn bow!

His speed was incredible; his toes touched the steep rocks repeatedly, and he glided down the back of the mountain.

When he reached the base of the wall, Lin Chen did not stop at all.

He exerted force with both legs, his body soaring into the air, twisting his waist strangely in mid-air, and forcefully passing through the blind spots of the two infrared cameras.

Immediately afterwards, he gently pressed down with one hand less than one centimeter away from the high-voltage power grid, used the force to roll over, and landed steadily on the lawn inside the welfare home.

The whole process took less than three seconds, without even a whiff of wind.

The moment he landed, Lin Chen immediately stuck to the back of a thick sycamore tree.

A patrol of security guards walked past five meters away with their dogs. The riot control dog, with its keen sense of smell, simply shook its head, completely unaware of the presence of living people so close at hand.

Lin Chen held his breath and scanned the surrounding buildings.

The three buildings on the ground were pitch black and very quiet, in line with the early bedtime routine of the elderly residents of the welfare home.

But this is by no means Song Qingyun's core area.

[God-level hearing ability activated!]

[God-level architectural mastery unlocked!]

Lin Chen closed his eyes, filtering out the sounds of the wind, insects, and the security guard's footsteps.

Soon, a faint, deep, low-frequency humming sound from a motor traveled along the ground and reached Lin Chen's ears.

The sound is from the operation of a large industrial-grade negative pressure ventilation system and a constant temperature equipment.

An ordinary welfare home would not need this level of equipment at all.

Lin Chen opened his eyes and his gaze was fixed on a huge metal ventilation shaft on the side of the main building.

He climbed quickly along the wall like a gecko and arrived at the louvers of the ventilation shaft.

Lin Chen pulled out his specially made multi-functional military knife and quickly worked on the screws of the blinds. In less than ten seconds, the sturdy blinds were silently removed.

Lin Chen, like a boneless snake, slithered directly into the dark ventilation duct.

The pipes were filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant, which grew stronger the further down you went, and was even mixed with the stench of excrement and rotting flesh.

Following the pipe downwards, Lin Chen estimated the depth.

Three underground floors.

A pale light appeared ahead.

Lin Chen slowed down and quietly climbed to the air vent at the end of the pipe, looking down through the gap in the fence.

With just one glance, Lin Chen clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

What appeared before him was a sterile laboratory with an area the size of two basketball courts.

Under the stark white operating lights, twenty or thirty hospital beds made of high-quality steel were neatly arranged.

On the hospital beds, emaciated people were tightly bound with thick leather belts. There were elderly people living alone with wrinkled faces, homeless people missing limbs, and even a few young people who seemed to be mentally unstable.

They were covered in tubes and electrodes, and on the screens of the instruments next to them, a dense array of brainwave data was jumping wildly.

This is no welfare home; it's a hellish place built by Song Qingyun with living people!

Several researchers dressed in full white protective suits were pushing a medical cart between the hospital beds.

One of the researchers walked up to a hospital bed, picked up a large syringe filled with pale blue liquid, and plunged it into an old man's carotid artery without hesitation.

"Ugh—!"

The old man's originally cloudy eyes widened instantly, his eyeballs filled with blood vessels, and his body jerked wildly on the hospital bed, making the steel bed frame creak.

The EEG device next to me emitted a piercing alarm, and the data spiked to the limit of human endurance.

"Record: Subject number three has experienced severe rejection after injection of drug number three. His heart rate has soared to 220. Estimated survival time: three minutes."

The researcher's voice was cold and devoid of emotion, as if he were recording the death of a white mouse.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to rush out and snap these people's necks.

He pulled a miniature high-definition camera from his pocket and recorded the horrific scene below, along with the parameters of the instruments and the faces of the researchers, all in perfect detail.

With this, even if Song Qingyun had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough to kill him.

Just as Lin Chen was about to pack up the camera and retreat.

The researcher below, who had just finished taking notes, seemed to notice a faint sound coming from the exhaust vent above his head.

He suddenly looked up, and the bright beam of his flashlight swept directly towards the ventilation shaft where Lin Chen was!