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Chapter 26 (Somewhat of a side story, can be skipped):
Jiang Baiyuan’s daughter died. She was killed during a kidnapping, at the tender age of five. Jiang Baiyuan, seeing his daughter’s tiny body, collapsed for half a month before finally pulling himself together under Lin Jing’an’s persuasion. Lin Jing’an said, “The brain can be transplanted. Brainwaves can transfer memories. All we need is a healthy body. Little Ruyi will wake up again.”
Jiang Baiyuan, somewhat versed in brain research, now clung to what he once did not believe in as his last hope. Lin Jing’an found many orphans for him, aged four or five, with wide, innocent eyes and small faces, locked in a dark, windowless room, crying timidly.
“I want to go home.” “Where is this place?” “I don’t want to lie down!” “It hurts. My head hurts so much.” “Woo, save me—”
They cried and thrashed in the room, but no one cared. Day after day, the number of children dwindled. Where did they go? Were they still alive? Little Yun Duo curled up in the corner, feeling the nightmare would soon be upon her. Indeed, she was right.
The handsome-looking older brother looked at her and said to the even more handsome older brother beside him, “This child looks the most like Ruyi; she will be our final test subject. I believe we will succeed. Teacher, Little Ruyi will wake up.”
Would she? Jiang Baiyuan didn’t know. He only knew he was doing something inhumane, something that would make both humans and gods indignant. So many innocent children—none could bring his Little Ruyi back to life. “I am a sinner,” he thought, looking at the unfamiliar students before him, feeling as if he had been manipulated by something, unknowingly selling his soul to the devil. And the devil was gentle and sincere: “Teacher, scientific progress always comes at a cost.”
The cost was painful. Children died one by one, experiments failed repeatedly. Jiang Baiyuan couldn’t help but punch him in the face, “Stop! You’ve gone mad!”
Lin Jing’an smiled with a terrifying gentleness, “Teacher, you’re too soft-hearted. How can this work? Don’t you want Little Ruyi to wake up?”
