What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

The alarm sounded and the dark laboratory suddenly flashed red.

Song Shu stood in the deepest part of the laboratory, looking at the blocked door, his face illuminated by red light.

As the lever in the circular laboratory was lowered, all the white lights on the ceiling lit up, and a tall, muscular man walked in. A red light on his chest flashed along with the alarm, and his ferocious eyes were filled with hostility and anger.

"who are you?!"

Song Shu slowly turned around and looked at him, his eyes indifferent and cold.

"I need to see your boss."

"What--!"

"Yuan Fenghui, I want to see her—Deka."

She called out the name of the man in front of her, who was horrified, his body and face turned silver-white: "Who are you?"

"No, maybe I don't have to see her, because someone else will come to see me - right here."

As soon as Song Shu finished speaking, two golden round holes appeared in the middle of the laboratory. A figure emerged from each round hole. One person walked out slowly, and the other suddenly rushed out and flashed in front of Song Shu. The pitch-black cold light instantly approached Song Shu -

Song Shu did not move, but the black shadow rushing over could not touch her. The sharp blade in her hand flew out and hit the wall of the laboratory!

The surrounding laboratory began to move like ripples, turning into an empty white space, and the area was gradually shrinking. Song Shu was the only one in the space. She was not in a hurry, and took a step forward casually when the space was compressed in front of her - the illusion broke, and she returned to the laboratory.

"You are very strong." Xiang He touched his chin, very interested, "You want to see me, little beauty?"

"Just say what you want to say, don't flirt with me so casually!" Feng He snorted coldly, his handsome eyebrows and eyes showed impatience, and the look he gave Song Shu was full of murderous intent, "Who are you? How dare you break into my mother's grave!"

Song Shu looked around expressionlessly, and golden mental power slowly formed a question mark above his head.

"A grave? Here? Isn't it a bit cruel to the children to build it under the school?" Song Shu slowly put his hands behind his back. In his visual world, golden lines constructed the characters, the scale of the laboratory, various facilities, and doors and windows.

When she turned to face the deepest door, the golden threads were still extending inward. In the mysterious room formed by the golden threads, her mental power sensed a subtle, invisible force.

This is the laboratory that Xiang He asked her to go into in the first week to find the answer and the truth. Song Shu did not find the answer here in the first week because she could not enter the blocked door, but -

"I want to go in." Song Shu said.

This time, she was going to go in.

Although she didn't know exactly what was inside, she could guess a little.

Feng He narrowed his green eyes at Xiang He, and just as he was about to attack again, he was stopped by her.

"You really want to know what's inside." Xiang He said slowly, "Although I knew this day would come, I never thought it would be now."

Feng He and Deka were confused as to what he meant. They smiled at He and walked forward and extended their hands to show their friendship: "Hello, Governor of Yimeng City."

Feng He blurted out: "Take your hand back!"

Song Shu had already grasped it without hesitation, and countless images suddenly appeared in front of Xiang He's eyes, and memories came flooding in, filling her brain -

The memory transmission took only a moment. Song Shu let go of his hand and while holding his breath, he focused on the power in the door while paying attention to the movements of the person in front of him.

"It seems that you have known about the existence of our base for a long time. I just don't understand why we haven't seen each other yet. Now it seems that neither of us has chosen to actively look for each other."

Seeing Xiang He didn't say anything, Feng He's eyes flashed with a strange light. This time, she didn't attack him suddenly. She walked up to Song Shu and asked, "How did you know this place?"

Song Shu said slowly: "Why not ask - how do I know you?"

Feng He frowned, and Xiang He's hand suddenly rested on her shoulder. The surprise in her eyes quickly turned into awe and understanding.

"Are you trying to kill yourself by directly awakening my memories of the past like this?" Xiang He said.

"Is that the past? It should be considered the past. Since you can accept what I give you, you have to tell me what is in it." Song Shu said in a steady voice.

Xiang He: "Yuan Fenghui."

Feng He and Song Shu said at the same time: "What?"

Xiang He rubbed her brows helplessly. The memories that rushed into her mind explained all the confusion and doubts in her heart over the years.

The person in front of her was indeed the trump card she chose to change the world.

"Yuan Fenghui is in there." Xiang He said, "She and I share the same thoughts, transmitting what she sees and hears to my brain. That's why I noticed you."

Feng He looked even more shocked than Song Shu: "What?! You said my mother is dead!!"

Xiang He: "He is dead, but his soul is still floating inside."

Feng He: "You—" Before she could utter a single curse word, Xiang He slapped her lightly on the mouth and gently covered it: "Don't curse here."

Then, she looked at Song Shu again: "What do you think is in the laboratory?"

Song Shu: "I thought it was the serum, or the experimental records left by Yuan Fenghui, or her last words... Is she still alive? Living in your brain?"

"You can't say that. I'm the only one outside this laboratory who can establish contact with her. Even our daughter can't do it, and I have to keep it secret." Xiang He said, walked to the front door, stretched out his fingertips under an electronic combination lock, and blood gushed out instantly.

The door was thus opened.

"To open the lab, you need my blood or Feng He's." She said this, turning around and looking at Song Shu, "If you can't open it, you won't be able to find the answer."

"I understand." Song Shu said, "You deliberately asked me to come here because you knew I couldn't open it. So now, in order to make you appear in front of me and find the truth, I will definitely come here to force you to show up - this is what you think is good."

Xiang He smiled: "Not bad."

Feng He had already rushed into the laboratory. Most of the bottles on the shelves were empty, and the computer on the table was still on. She ignored all of this and only looked at the body of the woman lying on the glass table. She murmured in a low voice, "Mother?"

Her fingers almost pierced through the glass, but she held back for fear of hurting the body inside.

"What's going on?" She turned around and questioned Xiang He, "You said she was dead, you said she was buried here!"

"It is indeed buried here." Xiang He said, "It has been under this school for so many years, hasn't it?"

Feng He's eyes were slightly red as he continued to question, "Why didn't I understand a word of what you were talking about just now?"

"Silly child." Xiang He sighed, "You won't understand even if I tell you."

Song Shu said: "You already understand. I told you everything I know. Now I need to know more information, that is, about that parallel world-"

"Parallel world?!" Feng He said, "What kind of magic potion did you feed her? Can you even come up with something like this?!"

Xiang He said: "We made the virus, so what else can't we make?"

Feng He said sarcastically: "Then it's still your fault?!"

Xiang He said stiffly: "I'm saving you."

Feng He sneered: "Bah, I don't believe it."

Song Shu stretched out his hand to stop the quarrel between the two and asked Xiang He: "I want to see Yuan Fenghui."

Xiang He looked down at her: "You have already seen it."

Song Shu said: "I want to talk to her."

Xiang He remained silent. Deka held his breath and looked at the scene in the laboratory. Feng He looked around. Song Shu stood there, waiting quietly.

Someone spoke, the voice echoing in the laboratory, the tone full of ridicule.

"You can't even speak, how can you talk to me, little mute?"