Anna's eyes were open, staring motionlessly at the bright white energy-saving light on the ceiling.
She looked for a long, long time, until a tiny speck of dust slowly floated onto her cornea, but she still did not move.
At this moment, a pair of cold hands wearing rubber gloves reached out, gently lifted Anna's head, moved it away from the body, and soaked it in formalin.
He raised his cold hands from the pungent liquid and carefully picked up the scalpel beside him. "Assistant, start recording."
Another person in the morgue tapped his fingers quickly on the tablet, saying, "4:21:29, autopsy of body 315 begins."
Then all the forensic doctors in the room, wearing masks and white coats, bowed deeply and solemnly to the headless female corpse in front of them.
"Name: Anna"
"No.: 315"
"Age: 17 years old"
"Gender: Female"
"Cause of death: acute massive hemorrhage due to left ventricular rupture."
"Task 1: Observe the trunk muscles (system solution + local solution)"
"No abnormal lesions, no infection, no abnormal growth of tissue."
“Task 2: Observe the trunk bones and connections”
"No abnormal lesions, no infection, no abnormal growth of tissue."
"Task 3: Observe the muscles of the limbs (systemic analysis + local analysis)"
“No abnormal lesions, no infection, no abnormal proliferation of tissue.”
Amid the forensic doctors' cold terms, Anna's body was opened like a gift, and everything on her body was thoroughly dissected and analyzed clearly.
This autopsy was not closed but broadcast live, and those at the top of the IMF were watching.
It is obvious that the IMF attaches great importance to 315. It can even be said that everything abnormal about 315 is their top priority.
When 315 first came out, they thought it was just a humanoid anomaly without any human form, with a special way of controlling people's minds.
Even after learning that 315 possessed a method that allowed the human body to absorb abnormalities, they only raised her level to B+.
After all, they have to deal with all the troubles in the world. Among these things, 315's performance is not outstanding, and can even be said to be too mediocre.
But they were wrong, very wrong. 315's potential was far more powerful than they had imagined. She could actually summon something that could destroy the earth.
After the testimony of the Broken God, there are also "Jackals" whose spirits have been severely polluted.
They knew that thing really existed, something that could easily destroy the Earth.
When the news came, 315 was given the highest priority and the IMF immediately entered a state of emergency. At that moment, all departments acted with this sole goal in mind.
Fortunately, the ending was pretty good. 315 didn't even make it through the first round and was shot dead.
Although 315 is dead, the matter is far from over. On the contrary, there are more problems left over.
A man in gray striped clothing drank coffee while listening to the report of the task force leader.
After listening to it, he gently put the coffee cup on the table and said with some dissatisfaction: "You should know the importance of this mission, right? You actually let that little boy escape, an ordinary eight-year-old boy."
The soldier in front of him, wearing black sunglasses, stood up straight and answered calmly, "Dr. Night Watch, my people did not find the so-called little boy in the target building. The only thing we saw was the masked anomaly that was fleeing madly."
"No matter how powerful that thing is, it was easily contained by our encirclement and suppression."
"Huh! Captain Canaan, you really have a good sense of self-esteem. As a member of Alpha-4, you caught an anomaly that has already been recorded. I really don't know why you have the nerve to show off!"
"I tell you, that boy is the key. He had a close relationship with 315 before. Maybe he will be the next 315!"
Hearing the other party's words, Canaan retorted unyieldingly. "I understand the importance of this matter, but I need to apply for a re-verification of the intelligence. Now all cars, trains and planes have been strictly checked, but there is still no result. I have reasonable reasons to doubt whether this so-called boy really exists."
The night watchman smiled wryly, took out his phone from his pocket and threw it over, "Just tell them yourself and see if they believe your lies."
When Canaan heard the voice on the phone, he immediately stopped and listened without saying a word. Finally, with a somewhat grim look on his face, he threw the phone back and turned and walked out.
"Tsk, the heavy work has to be done by the soldiers." The night watchman drank the coffee in the cup and turned to walk towards the door on the left.
The environment outside the door looks like a huge prison, with very little natural light, and the cells used to hold prisoners look like enlarged coffins.
Through the window next to it, you can see the military camp next to the prison. Soldiers with guns are walking around there, which is enough to show how dangerous the people imprisoned there are.
The night watchman did not go to where the prisoners were held, but went directly to the interrogation room.
Through the one-way glass, he crossed his arms and saw the person inside. It was Li Lu, who was once a member of the IMF. Unfortunately, she rebelled.
"This is all I know. Where is my child? I want to see him." Li Lu, dressed in red and looking extremely haggard, asked the interrogator in front of her.
A woman glanced at the polygraph and smiled. "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate with us, you will see your child. Since you are an IMF agent, you should know our rules."
"I've already said everything! What else do you want me to say? What exactly do you want me to say? I just want to see Tuba! Just one look!!" She was completely fed up with the inquiries over the past few days.
After returning from the forest, she never saw her child again. Li Lu understood that the IMF must have known about Tuba’s special nature through the people on the plane.
She didn't even dare to think about what kind of torture her child was suffering.
The night watchman walked to the control console and spoke into the microphone, "Tell her what you know about the little boy named Gao Zhiming. Everything else is easy to deal with, except that he is on the run."
The man sitting opposite Li Lu adjusted his headset and asked, "How much do you know about the little boy named Gao Zhiming?"
When the hysterical Li Lu heard this question, her expression gradually became listless and she slowly sat back on the stool.
"I know very little about him. I only know that he was brought back by Anna."
(End of this chapter)