"Live broadcast disaster! Tens of thousands of sheets of paper rained down during a live news report!"
"Two fires struck the Scientific Research Institute and the Research Institute in quick succession. Was there a hidden message?"
"Frame-by-frame exposé: what exactly was written on the papers that fell during the live news broadcast?"
"Shocking reversal! The Scientific Research Institute really was conducting human experiments!"
"A rational discussion: did the Scientific Research Institute really conduct human experiments?"
"Behind the Scientific Research Institute's human experiments: who was protecting them?"
Eye-catching news headlines kept appearing on the electronic screen.
Behind the screen, a tall man leaned back in his chair and blew a smoke ring. "Now that you've seen all this..." He lifted his eyes, directing a sharp, merciless gaze at the man sitting opposite him. "Don't you have anything to say?"
"Director Bo Zheyuan."
Bo Zheyuan, seated in front of the electronic screen, heard him but remained motionless, staring fixedly at the screen.
He wanted to move, but he had only just been brought out of danger after suffering comminuted fractures and transferred to a regular VIP ward. Before the orderlies could even position his bed properly, a large group of guards had suddenly stormed through the door. While everyone present stared in bewilderment, they had dragged him away, bed and all.
Then he had been brought here-a detention center.
Bo Zheyuan was full of questions, but his body still would not let him speak. He could only stare wide-eyed at the guards watching him, trying to question them with his gaze. Yet for some reason, the guards acted as though they were blind. Not only did they refuse to say a single word to him, they kept sweeping him with disgusted looks they apparently thought were discreet.
What on earth happened?!