Enforcer Manual
Chapter 393: Cold Fire_1

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Cold Fire_1

"Bai Zhu, take a look at this."

On the last page of the report on "Subject A," Medea found something unusual, the judgment was odd; the biopharmaceutical company’s conclusion was "presumed dead."

This was a detail only insiders would notice when reading closely.

"Presumed dead? Is there a problem?"

"For patients with Polick Spiritual Energy Syndrome, they are often most valuable to the company after death. According to normal procedures, they would dissect the bodies posthumously and thoroughly examine changes in all data."

Although the report suggested that "Subject A" was no different from other patients, the company had invested a considerable amount of research cost in him; logically, they wouldn’t miss this final dissection process.

Bai Zhu instinctively thought, "Because the patient’s family refused the dissection?"

"The one who took over this patient was Man Sheng Biopharmaceutical. With the situation of that family at the time, it would have been impossible for them to prevent the company; with their practices, they would have signed a dissection agreement upon taking over the patient."

Medea couldn’t see any reason for Fengling’s family to refuse Man Sheng Biopharmaceutical; they would pay a large sum of money for the body, which could greatly improve the family’s situation, "Here is the time. Check all the medical facilities in District Two, and don’t overlook the experimental facilities of Man Sheng Biopharmaceutical. Something must have happened during this period."

It must have been due to some irresistible reason that Man Sheng Biopharmaceutical ultimately failed to dissect "Subject A" as they intended.

"Wait a moment... Found it."

In just a few seconds, Bai Zhu found an accident report, "There was a fire at the Twinflower Prosthetic Hospital owned by Man Sheng Biopharmaceutical, resulting in 1 death and 12 injuries, and it took them nearly a month to complete the rebuilding of the hospital."

"Where was Fengling during the accident?"

"... At home."

The search result was unexpected for Bai Zhu, and it was one of the few pieces of information she was able to find about Fengling’s family situation, "She was preparing for her family’s trial at the time."

This trial had been a continuous heritage from generation to generation and was an important criteria for each head of the family. Sword Drawing Art was the only part they promoted to the outside world, but the promotion was of little effect, as it was considered in this day and age to be a skill that was out of touch and ostentatious.

Practicing Sword Drawing Art required years of dedication, and even after mastering, it was hard to compete with modern equipment.

Bai Zhu pointed to the screen, "Look at this entry, that day Fengling was undergoing closed training before her trial, and three days later, she passed the trial and set a record."

Very few people read this announcement; all the text and pictures seemed like frivolous entertainment amongst a small inner circle.

On the other side.

The whole hospital was ablaze.

It was an ice-blue flame that Song Lan had never seen before, which felt no temperature even when he put his hand directly into it.

The flames were interconnected, occupying the entire ward, and slowly spreading outward.

"See, I told you so."

He looked at his right hand engulfed in the flames, and once again that juvenile and ethereal voice came to his mind, "The fire isn’t hot at all."

Gradually, the blue flames obscured his vision, as well as everything in the ward.

He was back on the rooftop of the Tesla Technology building, and whether it was just his perception or not, the cold wind felt even more biting today.

The Guardian Spirit had moved the hand that was resting on Song Lan’s palm to another place, tilting its head while silently watching Song Lan.

Meanwhile, he received a text message from Bai Zhu.

It mentioned the fire at the Twin Flowers prosthetic hospital and a brief report on the fire.

Man Sheng Biopharmaceutical ultimately did not find the body of "Subject A" after the fire, and three days later, on the day Fengling completed her familial trial, the brief report on the fire and the saber were returned to her family.

This was the only relic found at the scene by the company.

Childhood is not always happy.

At least for Fengling and the "Guardian Spirit" in front of her, this was the case.

Combining the fire brief sent by Dr. Bai Zhu, Song Lan completed the final piece of the puzzle of truth—the body of the "Guardian Spirit" had perished in the fire, yet it had somehow attached itself to the sword in a manner similar to Elmon.

In some way, it continuously transferred the drug’s side effects away from Fengling, transforming her into what she was now.

Thus, Fengling became a genetic miracle in the eyes of the biopharmaceutical company.

Song Lan could imagine the extent of their excitement if the company uncovered this secret; it would open the doors to a new world for them. They would gather all the children afflicted with Polick Spiritual Energy Syndrome, mass-producing this "genetic miracle."

As for Fengling herself, not remembering seemed to be the best outcome.

"You don’t want her to remember," Song Lan said.

The "Guardian Spirit" nodded, and this time, she didn’t need to carve any words on the ground.

"But she has sensed it," he continued.

The blank spaces in her memory were the sole reason driving Fengling to the Seventeenth District, and what’s worse, the "Guardian Spirit" wasn’t the only keeper of this secret. Sooner or later, when the company picked up on the clues, they would inevitably learn the full details from someone else.

By unnaturally requesting a Review Meeting and setting off for the Seventeenth District, Fengling had personally unveiled a corner of the secret.

"You don’t want her to see you?" Song Lan asked.

Almost instinctively, the "Guardian Spirit" nodded vigorously, but the action didn’t last long. Confusion flickered in her crimson eyes, and then she slightly shook her head.

"I understand," he said.

Song Lan picked up the fire axe, feeling the need to leave this haunted place, cold as an ice cellar.

The world had always been cold.

Including now, and if he stayed here any longer, he was bound to catch a cold, being just a clerical staff member, naturally not comparable to the weapons created by the biopharmaceutical company.

"But I can assure you of one thing at the very least, the Seventeenth District is safe," Song Lan said.

The "Guardian Spirit" cocked her head, looking even more puzzled at Song Lan.

For a long time, she had encountered someone who could perceive her existence and communicate with her for the first time, yet he was more bizarre than anyone else, clad in a hazard suit that covered his whole body, a gas mask on his face, and holding a fire axe, neither his attire nor his aura of this world.

Song Lan approached the entrance to the rooftop. Frost covered the safety door’s window, and strokes slowly appeared in it. He patiently waited for these strokes to form a complete sentence.

"Who are you?" the frost asked.

"I’m just an ordinary clerical staff member," he replied.