VHBF -Chapter 116 The Bigshot Researcher Daddy (Part 6)

Lin Ju was a transmigrator, having crossed over from the twenty-first century into this dark, apocalyptic novel whose ending was a BE (bad ending).

At present, it was still the early stage of the novel. The Z virus had not yet officially spread outward, and the world was still perfectly normal. But Lin Ju knew that once the Z virus was fully developed, it would disguise itself as a super virus capable of devouring other viruses, and appear in major hospitals as a miracle cure for terminal illnesses.

As long as patients were injected with this virus, all kinds of incurable diseases in their bodies would heal without medicine. Immediately after, they would be injected with another drug meant to eliminate the Z virus. In this way, the Z virus—which had already swallowed all other viruses in the body—would also be removed, truly achieving a cure for terminal illnesses.

However, no one expected that the Z virus inside patients was never actually destroyed. It cunningly disguised itself, and when it officially awakened half a year later, that was when the disaster truly began.

The world would turn into purgatory.

When Lin Ju first transmigrated into such a world, she panicked a little. Fortunately, she had arrived in the early stages of the novel, before the world was destroyed, and before that terrifying man had created the real Z virus.

Lin Ju’s current identity was that of an outstanding graduate from Jing University. After crossing over, she studied hard, worked hard to get into graduate school, and actively distinguished herself. Eventually, she caught a professor’s eye and was recommended to the Institute of Biopharmaceutical Research—the very institute where that lunatic worked.

The young man beside her was this body’s boyfriend. Lin Ju had originally felt some disdain for him and wanted to dump him, but unexpectedly, he saw through at a glance that she was no longer his original girlfriend.

And he even called out her real name.

The young man was named Li Jiaxing, also a graduate student at Jing University. In his previous life, his girlfriend had suddenly seemed to turn into a completely different person. He barely had time to probe who she really was before the apocalypse arrived.

Only later did he learn that the culprit was Jing University’s honorary professor—the big shot who had gained worldwide fame in the biopharmaceutical field at a young age, the top authority at the National Institute of Biopharmaceutical Research.

That man had abused his position, secretly researched viruses, deceived everyone, and claimed he could cure all terminal illnesses. In the end, he pushed humanity into the abyss, into the terrifying state of a world-ending apocalypse.

In his previous life, Lin Ju had constantly muttered in a neurotic way about the end of the world. After breaking up with him—and before the apocalypse—she had also tried to get close to Professor Mo. When that failed, she had posted online under an alias, telling everyone not to be fooled by Professor Mo. She said that the drug he invented to cure terminal illnesses had problems, and that the virus would cause genetic mutations, turning people into monsters.

Naturally, no one believed her. A drug supported by the state—how could it be problematic? All of Lin Ju’s efforts ended in failure.

It wasn’t until the real apocalypse arrived that someone dug up those old posts and realized that everything Lin Ju had said was true.

After that, things followed naturally. Lin Ju, the one who had seen through it all, was lifted to the skies by people desperate to survive. They hoped that since she had noticed the problem in advance, she might also be able to come up with a solution.

Lin Ju basked in glory for quite some time, like a savior. Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long. Only a year and a half into the apocalypse, she was personally slaughtered by that lunatic, then thrown into a laboratory. He said he was very interested in her brain and her soul.

Li Jiaxing personally witnessed that man stroking a knife, smiling as he said, “To sacrifice yourself for such a great art as life—you should be happy. Don’t cry. Once you cry, the soul won’t be beautiful anymore.”

Before her death, Lin Ju went mad. Without caring about anything anymore, she revealed her origins, saying that this world was a book, and that Mo Linqing was the great villain who would destroy everyone!

Because the impression was far too deep, Li Jiaxing remembered every word clearly.

He died in the second year after the apocalypse, half a year later than Lin Ju. At that time, the world was still like a toy in Mo Linqing’s hands. Everyone was played around at his whim. Some people, in order to survive, had no choice but to attach themselves to him. They called him a god, made no distinction between right and wrong, and for the sake of survival, even forgot the true culprit who had brought them to this point—lowering themselves to become his servants.

Li Jiaxing would never admit that, in the instant before his death, he had felt a flash of envy toward those people—envy that they followed such a powerful master and didn’t have to fear being bullied by strong ability-users.

Even without fighting for territory or becoming a hegemon, even though people condemned him every day, Mo Linqing was still that super-strong existence whom others feared and could never hope to match.

After being reborn, Li Jiaxing’s first reaction wasn’t joy—it was fear, deep fear.

Just thinking about the two years of struggle made him afraid, retreating, even resentful toward the heavens for letting him be reborn. What use was being reborn into a world destined to become apocalyptic?

Was it just to make him suffer all over again?

He wasn’t like protagonists in novels with some kind of golden finger. In his previous life, he had been an ordinary person. Being able to survive for two years had already exhausted all his strength—and he had even survived by relying on others.

Starting over again, Li Jiaxing didn’t believe he could suddenly become some cool, domineering savior of the world.

But Lin Ju’s appearance filled him with hope.

After he exposed Lin Ju’s identity as a transmigrator, perhaps because he had grasped her weakness, Lin Ju didn’t bring up breaking up. Instead, she mysteriously shared with him the fact that she had a golden finger.

Lin Ju had gained a miraculous space—like those in novels—capable of storing countless items. Inside, one could even grow vegetables and flowers, like a natural little world.

With such a space, even if the apocalypse really came in the future, even without any backing, they could still live comfortably.

These past two days, Li Jiaxing had been exhausted to death. On one hand, they were buying all kinds of supplies to store in the space; on the other, they were busy actively performing well and preparing for graduate exams so they could infiltrate the biopharmaceutical research institute and get close to Mo Linqing.

With the space, Lin Ju and Li Jiaxing were full of confidence. Their goal in infiltrating the institute was to destroy the birth of the Z virus.

If they could expose Mo Linqing face to face, that would be best. If not, they would still have to sabotage the emergence of the Z virus. No matter how one looked at it, if they succeeded, the two of them would be heroes who saved the entire world!

And the true culprit deserved to be publicly executed!

Mo Linqing rarely came out. A few minor projects that didn’t require his constant supervision had run into some issues, and his assistant came to consult him.

Mo Linqing went to the laboratory, gave a few pointers, and when he came out, he ran into a girl at the doorway.

Generally speaking, Mo Linqing wouldn’t let irrelevant people enter his sight at all. Even though his memory was exceptionally good—able to remember anyone in the institute after seeing them once—this intern in training clothes rushed straight at him from the side. Seeing she was about to crash into him, he dodged swiftly, though his sleeve was still brushed.

Mo Linqing took off his coat and casually tossed it into a recycling bin nearby.

Lin Ju gave an awkward smile. “Hello, Professor Mo… I—I’m Lin Ju, I just arrived. Do you still remember me?”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention just now. I almost ran into you.”

With Mo Linqing’s intelligence, it wasn’t hard to see that this girl’s eyes held far too many unspoken things, and that bump didn’t seem as unintentional as she claimed.

Lin Ju was actually a little scared. When striking up a conversation, she subconsciously took a step back. Her mind was blank. Just thinking that this was a lunatic who would destroy the world made her tremble. She didn’t dare look him in the eyes.

No matter how good-looking he was, she didn’t have the courage to look.

She stammered, “S-sorry, Professor. If you ever need someone to run errands, j-just call me. My name is Lin Ju. I’ll work hard to help you get things done.”

After returning, Lin Ju and Li Jiaxing huddled together to discuss things.

“Mo Linqing looks no different from a normal person. I bumped into him today and he didn’t say anything. Could it be that dogs that bite don’t bark?”

Li Jiaxing said, “It’s better to be careful. You also need to be mindful of your space—don’t let him discover it. Mo Linqing is a high-IQ genius. Your little tricks won’t stand a chance in front of him.”

With Lin Ju’s space—something so miraculous—Li Jiaxing had grown a bit inflated, his head full of fantasies about how glorious it would be if he became a savior in the future.

Lin Ju’s space could store items and even living creatures. Facing Mo Linqing, they felt they had more than a fifty-percent chance.

No matter what, they would eventually have to face this person—apocalypse or not, it would happen either way.

Lin Ju smiled, enjoying her boyfriend’s attentive concern. “Maybe the real problem is that he looks like there’s nothing wrong. Otherwise, why would everyone be fooled by him?”

Li Jiaxing agreed with this assessment.

Yinyin had been at her maternal grandparents’ home for two days.

Mo Linqing’s emotions were somewhat unsettled. A paper he had long been thoroughly familiar with, confident in every detail, still hadn’t been started. His brows were tightly furrowed.

The study was silent, and the living room was just as quiet.

At that moment, the phone beside him rang.

Mo Linqing rubbed his brow, answered the call without even looking—and from the other end came Yinyin’s soft, childish voice.

“Daddy!”

Only then did Mo Linqing realize that it was a video call.

Yinyin’s tender, chubby little face appeared on the screen, moving closer.

Unable to wait, she exclaimed, “D-Daddy, Daddy! Yinyin misses you so much!”

She made a circle with her hands. “I miss you this much—no, even more than this!”

Mo Linqing said, “How is it at Grandpa’s place?”

Yinyin said it was very good. “Grandpa and Grandma are very nice to Yinyin. And Uncle, Auntie, and Cousin are all nice.”

After saying that, she immediately added, “But none of them are as good as Daddy. Daddy is the best!”

Mo Linqing: “……Behave yourself lately. I’ll come pick you up in a couple of days. If you don’t want to stay there, call Grandpa and tell him.”

Perhaps because he was speaking to the phone, Mo Linqing talked more than usual. He asked a few more questions before wanting to hang up.

Yinyin wouldn’t let him. “Daddy, you haven’t told me a story in a long time. Tell me a story today, okay? I still want to hear the story of the little mermaid.”

From the cartoon watch placed at Yinyin’s bedside came the man’s steady voice, word by word, recited like an official document—utterly devoid of emotion, as flat as plain water.

Yet Yinyin slowly fell asleep listening to it, sleeping deeply.

Mo Linqing stopped, staring at the sleeping little face on the screen for a long time, before finally hanging up the call.