She opened her contact list, indeed, she saw Dr. Fu's WeChat.
The profile picture was blank, the WeChat nickname, R.
When she clicked on the Moments section, it was also empty.
Jiang Ruan stared at the add button for quite a while.
Finally, she clicked it.
She did not add any remarks, sent it directly.
After doing so, she muted her phone, put it down, and closed her eyes.
She continued to sleep.
...
The sound of high-precision equipment echoed in her ears.
Muffled voices, disjointed.
"Subject 001, dissect the wrist bone, leg bone, skull, don't let her faint..."
Blood-red filled her vision.
Suddenly, the scene shifted.
The sky was filled with fire, accompanied by intermittent explosions, as if the entire world was consumed by despair.
"Subject 001, you will die by your own hands."
"Devil! I'll chase you to the ends of the earth and bring you back!"
* * *
Early morning, it was cloudy.
The window lattice cast a slightly gray light, the whole room was dark.
