First-Class Lawyer N Chapter 163

No way? The friend in the neighbouring seat was alard. Y-Youre joking, right? Arent you?

A normal persons subconscious reaction would be as such, simply believing that rvyn White had to be joking. After all, who suddenly would receive adeath threatfor no rhy or reason?

rvyn White slowly finished his water and fetched a new glass, only smiling after then. Gee, youngun, why are you so gullible? You actually believed that?

Ohhhh That guy thumped his chest, barking back, Thats what I was saying, how could it be! But your complexion looked quite ugly so I thought are you really alright?

Still a bit unable to set his heart at ease, this kind friend hesitantly asked again, If youve really run into trouble, dont hold it in, just pick a convenient ti to talk about it. Weve had the fate of sitting in the sa row, were basically brothers in troubled tis now. After the scare from you just now, I suddenly dont think that being fired is much of a big deal. Fuck it.

Thanks, rvyn White said, I was joking. I only received sophotos of the past.

With that, he flipped the screen around, waving it before that friend.

And indeed, it was a set of photos displayed on the screen.

rvyn White didnt swipe down, so the other could only make out the photo on top.

It was quite a lively photo. Three chubby puppies blinked their wide puppy-dog eyes, heads huddled together. This clean and soft litter was next to French windows, where a Persian cat basked in the sun.

Whats this? That friend asked, Are those your pets?

rvyn White retrieved the screen, looking at it for a while with his head lowered. He nodded. Yeah, but theyre gone now.

Ah

The other guy had an apologetic expression on his face, looking as though he wanted to offer comfort but didnt know where to start. As such, he simply patted rvyn White on the shoulder, Did they die from sickness, or?

This dude was rather straightforward in speech, yet not in an annoying way.

rvyn White, No, not from sickness. I took care of them for a good many years but ended up giving them away.

The other heaved a sigh of relief, then asked curiously, They look quite cute; why did you give them away?

rvyn White was silent for a while. He briefly explained, Because of so stuff at work, my son

He got jamd up here, and then pushed on, My son even went on a two-day hunger strike over this back then.

You have a son as well? The other asked unconsciously.

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rvyn White snorted in laughter.

With a bit of idle chatter, the other man forgot about the malicious email and the ugly expression on rvyn Whites face, only rembering that he had t a passenger he could click quite well with.

It wasnt long before the space shuttle pulled to a stop at De Carmas port link.

The passengers stranded in outer space for many a day stread out of the exit.

Instead of following the crowd to the city transit, rvyn White took a seat in a cafe at the port.

He found a corner seat by the window. Against the glaring midday sun, he opened that email again.

Beneath that photo of cat and dogs, there were still a few more, depicting animals of all kinds. But unlike the cat and dogs, these were raised in purpose-built laboratory spaces.

Before rvyn White quit his job more than twenty years ago, he used to move between these purpose-built labs every day.

When it ca to drug research, it was normal to keep so for scientific testing, and people like him had long been inured to it.

But for those few years, the clinical research institute he was working at suddenly beca restless, driving research forward at a feverish pace. What was originally slow-going was forcibly sped up to the point where it branched out from one to multiple research lines.

As though there was soone holding a whip behind the entire research teams asses.

Since then, rvyn White grew increasingly confused, sotis even to the point that he was unable to figure out what the entire team was actually researching. Due to the multiple concurrent lines, each researcher was only involved in a part of it, but no one could see the full picture.

Also as a result of the many concurrent lines, the laboratorys activity level stepped up manifold.

In the past, they would only pick specially-bred lab animals to test the results during critical phases in developnt. But those two years were different. The animals in purpose-built labs were constantly in an abnormal state.

So during that period, he spent virtually every day shuttling between laboratories full of madn.

Often an animal that had been lying prone one mont would suddenly lunge at the glass enclosure, slamming against the walls with its head or body. If they hit it hard enough, blood would abruptly gush from their mouths and noses all over the place, then theyd cease to breathe, slowly becoming cold and rigid.

Once or twice a day or two was tolerable, but if it happened every hour of the day without respite, the sight beca a long and deeply etched ntal tornt.

rvyn White could perceive that he was changing. His temper worsened; he beca despondent and jumpy, a polar opposite from who he used to be.

Later, even at ho, hallucinations would occasionally haunt him, as if the screeching and barking was still ringing in his ears, never letting up.

As ti wore on, he started to reject all animals, even avoiding the pets at ho.

Not because he hated them, but out of worry that one day hed mistakenly harm them.

It had been more than two decades since, and his forr technical expertise was almost completely wiped clean from his mind. But seeing these photos still called forth the sll unique of laboratories

He had a frivolous heart that was unconcerned about a multitude of things.

The sender of the email really knew how to strike where it hurt.

First draw him back to the past of twenty years ago, then invade through the weakness exposed.

Following these photos were screenshots of docunts, focusing on the sign-offs. The handwriting on these were all too familiar to rvyn White.

Because they were his own signature.

As the contents of these emails werent included in the screenshot, he was unable to imdiately recall what docunts he had signed.

But the email body euphemistically suggested that if rvyn White insisted on dredging up unnecessary matters, there would only be two outcos that awaited him

An unseemly funeral.

Or sharing a seat in the defendants booth.

Its rather ludicrous to put yourself behind bars, dont you think? I trust that Mr rvyn White is wise enough not to make such a dim-witted choice.

rvyn Whites gaze swept across the last line of the email. Then, he crossed his arms and leaned back into his seat.

The high-end analyser in Lin Yuans research lab at Spring Ivy Hospital quietly worked overnight.

Contrary to Yan Suizhi and Gu Yans advice, Lin Yuan didnt go back to rest, but napped fitfully on a chair in the lab.

Suddenly, just after four in the morning, the analyser beeped twice.

The sound wasnt loud, but for doctors with irregular sleep patterns, it was very striking.

The person in the chair remained deadened for two seconds, but rolled over and got up like a zombified corpse.

Lin Yuan grabbed at his rumpled birds nest hair, pressing his face up against the analyser, squinting at its display.

The segnt spliced from Yan Suizhis genes was transford by the analyser into a line, which were the results of a simulative model that projected what this gene segnt could beco with more research.

Among these, one could potentially be the developntal pathway that the Manson brothers research had taken.

Lin Yuan checked the specific data at each stage, then had the analyser build a model of the gene segnt based on the data, thereafter running a similarity match through the gene library of all Spring Ivy Hospital patients in passing.

Five minutes later, a ssage sprung out on the matching interface.

Seeing that ssage, the usually-polite Dr Lin almost burst out in expletives.

Without delay, he pulled up Yan Suizhis contact on his smart device.

The call was already sent out before it abruptly occurred to him that it was now four in the morning. He heard that those two lawyers had made a trip down to the police station after seeing their client, also dropping by a cri scene on De Carma. They had probably turned in not too long ago.

It would most assuredly not be a pleasant experience to be awoken so soon after going to sleep.

Lin Yuan soothed his agitation. He was about to withdraw the comms request and hold out until daylight, but to his surprise, the call was picked up after two short dial tones.

Gu Yans voice passed through the line, perfused with a slight rasp from drowsiness. Hello, Dr Lin?

Lin Yuan,

He projected the hologram again and checked it. The contact na was Yan Suizhi, no mistake there.

Lin Yuan, ????