“The discussion regarding the ‘Demon Suppression Division’ can be set aside for now.
Regardless of its truth, our contact with Ma Guniang is very likely the first instance of official contact with a non-human biological organization in Great Xia, or even the entire world.”
Ma Mingyuan looked toward Qin Yue, who nodded and signaled for everyone to check the tablets at their side.
“In the early stages, we conducted an investigation into Ma Guniang.
She first appeared not long ago in the recently concluded ‘Hongxing Mansion Falling Case.’
At that time, the special task force had already noticed the existence of ‘Ma Guniang’ and had opened a file on her for in-depth investigation.
Unfortunately, there is no information about this individual in the ‘Sky Eye’ system.
Our technicians did not find any leftover samples after collecting data from the scene, including hair, sweat, or fingerprints.
When we ran Ma Guniang's facial data against the genetic database, we still came up with nothing.”
——Since the seventeenth census, the Great Xia authorities have utilized the “Sky Eye” system to complete the data registration for 99.99% of the population.
It could be said that in this era of electronic eyes, no one can hide from the data.
Ma Guniang's origins were a mystery, and the fact that there was no matching data even in the “Sky Eye” served as indirect proof of her identity.
“The comrades in the Information Group of the special investigation section have already prepared and created a separate database for Ma Guniang.
As soon as she appears again, the ‘Sky Eye’ system will alert us immediately.
Regarding the contact method she mentioned before she vanished, I believe its authenticity is beyond question, but we must carefully control the timing of our next contact.”
Qin Yue looked around at everyone.
“Considering the special nature of the other party, I have already organized the information regarding Ma Guniang and submitted it to Jingbei.”
As soon as these words were spoken, even Ma Mingyuan couldn't help but lean forward slightly.
“Can the authenticity be confirmed? I suggest finding experts from Jingbei to appraise it.”
The others were bursting with curiosity, but none dared to rashly reach out and touch it.
This was something given specifically to Qin Yue; it was considered her private property.
How it would be handled was up to her.
However, this time, Qin Yue would likely take the lion's share of the credit.
At such a young age, her life experiences were more exciting than those written in novels.
She had risen through the ranks based on her own abilities, and now she had encountered a mysterious non-human being who tested her and gifted her a book.
What kind of urban female soldier king power fantasy was this?
“Based on the quality of the paper and the font printing, this is very likely an ancient edition from the Song Dynasty. The content is entirely described in classical Chinese, which might be difficult for modern people to understand.”
Qin Yue casually flipped open the 《Small Twelve Bone Forging Method》 in front of everyone.
“I intend to first request instructions from my superiors and ask experts in this field to translate and copy it. Even if this book is ultimately proven to have no learning value, it will still provide more research material.
Does anyone have a different opinion?”
“Agreed.”
“Approved.”
“Agreed.”
“No objections.”
Ma Mingyuan spoke with a smile, “Xiao Qin, if it really can be cultivated when the time comes, you must work hard and set an example for our comrades!”
“I will follow all of the organization's arrangements.”
Qin Yue looked around, her gaze lingering on the faces of the crowd, her thoughts unknown.
“Section Chief Qin, there's news from the hospital.”
At that moment, Zhang Yue hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“The firefighter who became a vegetable while fighting the fire... has woken up.”
Qin Yue's pupils constricted.
...
...
Early morning in the hospital wards always smelled of disinfectant.
Doctors and nurses in white coats shuttled between patient rooms, as industrious as diligent screws that never stopped for a moment.
Family members of patients carrying fruit baskets and bouquets walked in a hurry, their faces either filled with worry or wearing smiles.
Patients in blue-striped hospital gowns, supported by their families, walked slowly along the corridors, their eyes filled with a longing for health.
Vibrant lives formed individual life stories independent of the main plot.
The firefighter, Yang Shugao, had been trapped in a fire seven years ago while saving people. By the time he was rescued, he had inhaled too much toxic smoke, which damaged his brain and left him unconscious.
A person in a vegetative state for seven years suddenly waking up—even his attending physician called it a miracle.
Qin Yue, however, knew there was another reason behind the miracle.
Fang Zijiang was extremely interested in what Ma Guniang had said about “dead souls” and “living souls.”
Therefore, he immediately cooperated with the fire department to evacuate and demolish the fifty-ninth floor, and he followed the video data to replicate Ma Guniang's “yellow chicken pathfinding” method one-to-one.
To his surprise, before he had even finished the follow-up cleanup work, Qin Yue received the news of Yang Shugao's awakening.
And the first thing he did after waking up was ask to see “Qin Yue.”
A person in a vegetative state for seven years had woken up and called out the name of someone he had never met.
To an outsider, this matter seemed eerie in every way.
The ward, which had been incredibly quiet before, was unusually crowded today.
A patient covered in tubes with severe burns was lying on the hospital bed.
Beside him were his comrades-in-arms who had rushed over after hearing the news, and his parents who were weeping with joy.
“You brat, you've been asleep for too long, haven't you? You promised to be my son's godfather. If you didn't wake up soon, your godson would be starting elementary school!”
“Heh, I thought the squad leader and the others were lying to me. This was one long sleep you had!”
“I'm telling you, ignore these bastards. Usually, whenever you were mentioned, they'd cry like dogs, just wailing. When they heard you woke up, they ran here without even putting on their shoes!”
“Yang Shugao, the brothers have washed you so many times over these seven years. Once you can crawl, you'd better treat us to a good meal!”
“Not to mention anything else, just that little barbecue place at the entrance of the fire station—you wouldn't know since you were out, but the owner changed. The roasted eggplant is top-tier!”
Yang Shugao, who had only recently regained consciousness, still had a sense of unfamiliarity and wariness toward the world in his eyes.
To him, those seven years were just a very, very long dream.
“Okay...”
But hearing the familiar voices, he still couldn't help but grin. On his scar-covered face, a smile slowly squeezed out.
“...Eat... won't... kill... you.”
The flesh on his face had grown together strangely, and there was no trace of hair growth on his bald head.
His chest was entirely covered in scars left behind by extensive burns.
Rows of newly grown hypertrophic scars spread across his heart, looking as hideous as a giant white spider.
Even though the wounds had healed, the scars still showed the immense suffering he had once endured.
Several of his comrades couldn't help but look away when they saw him like this.
The once high-spirited young man was now unrecognizable.
Yang Shugao's parents also sat nearby, weeping silently. They were clearly only in their early fifties, yet they looked ancient.
The joy brought by their son's awakening was quickly replaced by worry for his future life.
Qin Yue stood outside the door for a while, and only after most of the people had left did she push the door open and enter.
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