Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 813 - 521: See You Tomorrow

After inspecting the laboratory and finding no surprises, Schroeder calmly returned to his office, contemplating his next plan.

Although he was hopeful that the information received was true, that a new drug-resistant individual had indeed appeared, what if it wasn’t?

If it turned out to be false, a bait set by the investigative team, he would need to relocate.

Decades ago, the destruction of his teacher’s research base had always been a pain in Schroeder’s heart. Although he also grieved for his teacher and the experimenters, he was more heartbroken over the lost experimental materials!

Until now, he still didn’t know how such a secluded and armed research base, with multiple information channels, was destroyed so suddenly and thoroughly.

Without any signs, without visible traces, it was just suddenly destroyed.

Too many secrets were also destroyed in the process.

Schroeder could only analyze based on a few scattered pieces of remaining information and continue studying "God’s Gift."

Those mysterious genetic fragments, where did they originate?

Were they a result of random plant mutations?

Or were they the result of directed interventions by researchers back then?

Regardless, the experimental raw materials he now possessed consisted solely of that one mutated century plant.

Even the progenies cultivated did not inherit those special genetic fragments present in it.

Hence, over the years, the experiments had involved extracting materials directly from it, resulting in its normally long, band-shaped leaves remaining quite short.

However, this was now convenient for transport.

Under natural growth conditions, the extensive root system of the century plant would have been a big problem, but he had initially planted this specimen here with certain measures in place for easy transplantation. Combined with this plant’s significantly stronger vitality than other century plants, Schroeder believed it would survive even after translocation.

He now needed to be ready to transplant at any moment.

He would have to take part of the important items from the laboratory with him.

Those that couldn’t be moved, or were inconvenient to transport, he would personally eliminate before the international joint investigative team arrived.

Schroeder picked up another stack of files about Feng Yi.

He had probed every shareholder of the Ancestral Factory.

When Feng Yi was first revealed to be a shareholder of the Ancestral Factory, Schroeder had initiated an investigation on him.

Unlike others confused by the data, Schroeder suspected that Feng Yi had undergone genetic modifications by the Ancestral Factory.

The document in his hands included the period when Feng Yi had not yet returned to Yang City and had joined a scientific expedition team into the mountains.

The document contained a photo—

a group photo of the scientific expedition team after completing that expedition.

In the photo, Feng Yi indeed looked thin and weary, but, compared to the other team members, he hardly seemed like someone who had been in the mountains for long!

The parts of his skin not covered by clothes were also not as dark as the others’.

Furthermore, he seemed unscathed, as if he had not experienced the trials of mountain climates and terrains.

The sudden mystifying twists in Feng Yi’s normal life made Schroeder even more convinced of his own speculation.

This was why he wanted to acquire a blood sample from Feng Yi to confirm his guess.

Unfortunately, whenever Feng Yi went to the hospital, it was always to one affiliated with the Ancestral Factory, and with a personal doctor by his side, it was impossible to obtain a blood sample.

However, what he wanted most was to acquire that tall, skillful bodyguard close to Feng Yi.

Feng Yi might still appear like an ordinary person, but that bodyguard felt incredibly powerful!

There were plenty of taller and more muscular people, but A’que possessed an aura that others couldn’t match. That barbaric, immensely oppressive demeanor didn’t require any action—just a glance was enough to instill a sense of fear in others.

During his younger years, Schroeder learned from his teacher’s correspondence that the teacher’s projects could nurture stronger individuals, though at an extremely low success rate.

Schroeder suspected that the Ancestral Factory was conducting similar experiments and that A’que was one of the outcomes.

However, all these conjectures needed blood samples or other bodily tissues from the subjects for verification.

Schroeder pondered the arrangements for his next plan and contacted an ally again, hoping the ally could resolve the matter soon.

...

That day in the domestic realm, Feng Yi was on his way back to Yang City.

The conference he had been participating in had just ended one phase, and having completed several tasks assigned by the joint protection office, he was now returning.

Jia drove as they just reached the highway service station to take a break.

The station was not far from Yang City and was typically crowded; today, with gloomy weather, the passing people were even more hurried.

Someone went to the restroom, casually bought some items, and then hurried to the parking lot while urging their companion:

"The weather forecast said the storm is coming soon, hurry up! Let’s get into the city quickly!"

"Going as fast as I can! Going as fast as I can!"

Many people, after a short break, rushed on their way, hoping to reach their destinations before the storm hit.

Others, with farther destinations, thought about staying here for the night and leaving after the storm had passed.

It was now afternoon, and as evening approached, the already dim sky grew darker.

Distant thunder rumbled across.

A’que came over and whispered to Feng Yi, "Someone is watching us."

Mingling in the crowd, the occasional glances from those few people made A’que vigilant.

Feng Yi calmly said, "They’re just small fry; if they don’t do anything else, leave them be. You guys rest first; our journey back won’t be smooth."

Without these few, there would be others.

And these few had done nothing to jeopardize public safety; even if they were singled out here, there was nothing to be done with them. Perhaps these people could even turn the tables.

Feng Yi looked at the sky, suggesting that Jia and A’que rest for a while.

At that moment, Feng Chi sent a message.

Feng Yi glanced at it, stepped aside, and returned the call directly.

On the other end, Feng Chi asked, "Where are you now?"

He knew Feng Yi had finished his last meeting in the neighboring province’s city and was returning to Yang City today; he had sent several messages earlier.

Feng Chi and their production crew had given everyone a three-day break, a rare leisure time. Returning to Yang City for a couple of days and learning that Feng Yi was also coming back, they agreed to meet for a meal to chat and share some gossips.

He had recently heard plenty of gossip, both within and outside his circle, and wanted to share it with Feng Yi. There weren’t many people he could casually talk to, and he had held back a lot of conversations.

Now he was waiting at a place both brothers knew.

Feng Yi stated his location.

Feng Chi, familiar with the roads near Yang City, recognized the place immediately and said, "Then set off now. It won’t take more than two hours to get into the city. If you’re fast, you might even make it home. I checked the weather for the time period; if you’re lucky, you might get home before the rain starts."

Feng Yi watched the moving clouds in the sky.

If they left the service area now, as Feng Chi had said, they could make it home before the rain started.

However, that wasn’t what he wanted.

Feng Yi said, "There’s something here that will delay us a bit."

Feng Chi replied, "Then rest at the service area until the rain lightens. The downpour won’t last too long, or just stay there for the night."

After a pause, Feng Chi added, "However, that station has limited amenities; you might not get good rest."

Feng Yi hummed, "I’ll see what happens."

Feng Chi sounded slightly regretful, "You’ll probably get back quite late today. It’s better to settle things quickly and head home to rest early. We can arrange a time to meet tomorrow. Cough, but if my parents call or message you asking, cover for me..."

Today, upon Feng Chi’s return to Yang City, his parents had cornered him, wanting to take him to a business partner’s reception.

Feng Chi didn’t want to go and said he had plans with Feng Yi.

His parents didn’t pursue the matter further.

Feng Yi’s current status was unique, not just anyone could arrange a meal with him, and it was only because the brothers had been close since childhood that Feng Chi still managed to talk frequently with Feng Yi.

The rest of the Feng family didn’t have that capability.

Even if someone was previously close to Feng Yi, it wasn’t certain they could interact with him as they did in the past. Only Feng Chi could adapt so smoothly to Feng Yi’s changed status while naturally taking advantage of their relationship.

Of course, given a choice between the business reception tonight and maintaining a good relationship with Feng Yi, Feng Chi’s parents would prefer the latter.

But others didn’t know; to them, the interaction between the Feng brothers was quite casual, without much formality.

Feng Yi agreed to help cover for him but said, "Then make sure to hide well if you go out, don’t let your parents corner you."

Feng Chi lazily said, "Not going out! Just finished work, I just want to lie down at home for a while. Hey, the weather will be fine tomorrow. If you’re free, let’s meet then. You can come directly. I’ll rest here today, and I’ll send you the door code. I might still be asleep when you arrive, just let yourself in."

Feng Yi said, "Okay, I’ll bring some food over."

Feng Chi’s mouth watered immediately, excitedly saying, "From your chef? Bring extra!"

Feng Yi, "Got it, see you tomorrow."

Feng Chi, "See you tomorrow!"