It was 5:20 a.m. in Fa Wang District. The vi hotel that Devore Yves was staying at was strictly guarded.
At this hour, night was transitioning into day; while the moonlight had yet to ebb away, marble white had already permeated the sky on the other side of the wide ranch.
Behind the vi, a unique starry bluespace hovercarwas parked on the forestne. Young Master Joe was holding the car door with one hand whilst his other hand tapped on his earpiece to take a call.
He had been having insomniately, tossing and turning through the night. His nerve ends were in a queer state of constant stimtion, though he couldnt pinpoint the reason as to why that was.
Maybe it was from finally standing on the same front as his father after two decades of going around in circles, maybe it was out of anxiety over Ke Jins fluctuating mental health, or maybe it was with every step that they were closed in on the Manson brothers feet of y.
Or maybe, it was the sum of all three.
He drifted in and out of sleep until three in the morning, then he sat alone at the balcony near Ke Jins bedroom for a little over two hours. Eventually, he quietly summoned his hovercar over, nning to go out for a spin to clear his mind.
But he ended up receiving this call right as soon as he opened the car door.
The caller was Gu Yan, but he merely said a sentence Weve discovered something relevant to Ke Jin before passing thems receiver to Dr. Lin Yuan.
The cause of Lawyer Kes illness has been found.
It was a in and simple sentence from Dr Lin, yet it immediately arrested Joe.
What did you say? After a long moment, stunned, he asked in a trance.
I said On the other end, Lin Yuan patiently and solemnly repeated his words. Just now, less than a minute ago, we found what caused Lawyer Ke Jins illness.
Again, Joe fell into bewildered silence.
After a long time, he asked again, Are you sure?
Yes.
Its not that kind of The hand that Joe had on the car door tightened. Conjecture that has less than fifty percent probability of being true, and would get overturned at the drop of a hat? Frankly, Ive heard this type of spection no less than a hundred times, and every time
He looked towards the empty void of Ke Jins balcony, was quiet for a few seconds, before saying in a low voice, and every time it amounted to nothing.
It isnt a conjecture. Lin Yuans voice had a quality inherent to doctors, gentle but steady, with a convincing sense of surety. It is a very clear-cut cause.
All of a sudden, Joe lost his voice.
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Joe? Dr Lin called out in uncertainty.
Joe pinched his nose and rapidly blinked a few times, softly exhaling. Whats the cause? Tell me.
Lin Yuan, We have just found a segment in Ke Jins genes that matches the L3-type gene segment.
Whats the L3-type gene segment?
Right, so its like this. Lin Yuan briefly exined how he had spliced the gene segment from Yan Suizhis DNA and used the analyser to run trajectory predictions that projected the results of the Manson brothers research over the years.
For ease of reference, I have designated the source of the segment from Dean Yans DNA as the initial result, type L1. ording to the predicted trajectory, the gic segment in Lawyer Kes body would belong to the third stage of research, which is why it is called type L3. The L3-type segment was also present in the DNA of victims of the Elderly Bobblehead case
Victims of the Elderly Bobblehead case? You mean the elderly who had multiple organ failures, receiving a session of critical danger notices? Joes expression was hideous.
Lin Yuan sighed, wavering for two seconds before responding, Yes, they actually showed simr symptoms in their medical records. My hypothesis is that this gene segment can cause a person to overreact to somemon drug ingredients. Its like a special type of allergy, where a normally harmless substance is conversely toxic to them. This can trigger a whole host of problems, for example
Though Lin Yuan didnt finish his words, Joe didnt need him to.
For example, sudden nervous breakdowns, like Ke Jin and the victims of the Elderly Bobblehead case.
Or even in worse scenarios, hanging between life and death.
A once youngwyer full of mettle, who would have a gentle glow in his eyes when at the defence table, fell to this state simply due to such a sinister and underhanded matter.
Forever sleeping curled up against the wall; getting triggered even by the slightest change; unable to concentrate, unable toprehend, unable to speak.
As though an invisible hand had forcibly shut the door to the outside world, leaving him to stand alone in a cramped world without sound.
Maybe each time that his emotions spiralled, he was struggling to ram that door open?
The mere thought of this drove Joe insane.
For he, as the man standing outside the door, after all this time and in spite of all his efforts, failed to find the lock.
Joes fingers gripped the icy car door, lifting from it and hanging down by his side.
He grabbed his hair, turning twice aimlessly on the spot before pounding his fist against the door.
The bulletproof metal struck his bones with a pain so intense that it bored through his veins deep into his heart.
Like this was the only way he could dampen his pent-up fury and sadness.
Youhello? Joe, are you okay? What are you doing? Lin Yuan was startled by themotion on the other end. Calm down first! Hello?
He fretted from across the line for a long time, babbling to the people next to him. Hes starting to hit things; what now? I can even hear his bones rattling from across the earpiece. Thats why I told you we should ease him into it!
The skin across Joes knuckles were mangled, and blood swiftly wet his fist.
He raised his hand again, but before it could descend, a voice carried over from a balcony overhead. Go on, keep banging; maybe youll wake Ke Jin. Hit harder.
Joes fists immediately lost its strength, but still followed inertia, soundlessly pressing against the car door.
The ice-cold metal stung his broken wounds. The pain was exceptionally sharp.
He lifted his head in the direction of the voice to see Eunice in her nightgown, her head turned to the side, speaking to someone, before shouting over at him. Wait there, dont move!
Soon, Eunice ran out in her slippers, followed by her assistant who haecamebehind her with a first-aid kit in his arms.
I said to get a spray and a couple of band-aids, why are you making such a big deal out of this? Eunice lowered her head,bing through the first-aid kid for what she wanted, then grabbing Joes hand, shaking the healing spray. Its going to hurt; bear with it.
With that, she sprayed it on. This medicine worked so well that even a bloody wound like this could be reduced to a scab in half a daythe only downside was that it prickled.
If this were before, Young Master Joe would have wailed theatrically to gain Ke Jins attention. But at this moment, he didnt make a sound; he watched the medicinal spraynd on his wounds without even a blink.
Did I wake you up? Joes voice was slightly hoarse.
It was strange. Clearly, he hadnt uttered a thing; he didnt even roar in distress, and yet his voice was very low and raspy.
In a rare moment of warmth, Eunice carefully pasted a band-aid with both pain-relieving and healing properties onto the wounds on his joints. No. I was awake before you hit the car. Gu sent me a message.
Joe, What did he say?
He said that youd definitely wish to know about Ke Jins situation at the earliest, so he told you at the very first moment. But he also anticipated that you would be in a foul mood, so he requested my help to keep an eye on things.
Joe nodded.
Idiots really have a good eye for friends, Eunice said.
Joe nodded again.
He was silent for a while, then abruptly spoke. Sis.
Yeah? responded Eunice.
Im fine, go back to sleep. To amodate her, Joe had kept his head bowed until the wounds were attended to, then wrapped his jacket around Eunice. Im making a trip to Spring Ivy.
Eunice, Youve even called me sis, and youre telling me that youre fine?
Joe, Its quite weird. I thought that when I heard about this sort of thing, I would disregard everything and take a space shuttle right over to charge to the Manson Manor. Acquire some banned substance, injectable drugs or whatnot, pin Miller Manson or Brewer Manson down, strangle them, and inject those drugs into their system. Watch them spasm, struggle, lose their mind, and lose any semnce of humanity. Thats what I thought, yet its strangeI actually would reject those thoughts myself, and then convince myself to drive nails into them with statutes and evidence, sending them to their deserved ends.
Eunice gazed at him, thenughed softly. She pointed at a certain empty balcony with her chin. This just shows that my idiot brother was so influenced by somewyers that he has finally picked up something good.
Mm.
If even you, with your thirty-over years of idiocy, have hope, then why cant awyer with thirty-over years of intellect get better? Isnt that right? Eunice paused, and her gaze drifted askance. Look, even the shrewd and wise Mr Yves has approval written all over his face, so what are you still worried about?
Joe followed her gaze, looking over.
At some unknown point in time, his father, Devore Yves, leaned on the balcony with a cup of coffee in hand, his grey-blue eyes pale yet bright.
Joe finally regained his spirit, bouncing back to usual, the always-energetic Young Master Joe.
He sent Eunice back upstairs, then tookrge strides to Ke Jins bedroom. Hiding the injured hand behind him, he gently opened the door.
Ke Jin was still curled up under his nket, his back against the wall, quietly asleep, not perceiving a thing.
Joe blinked away the heat that pricked his red-rimmed eyes. Those bright blue eyes curved into a smile, and like thousands of mornings over the years, he said to the person in the bedroom, Morning.
And like thousands of mornings past, to no response.
Joe spoke again. I have to head over to Spring Ivy. Something might reallye out of it this time. Are you d?
He paused, then he said, No matter what, youll definitely get better. That day wille, I promise you.