VHBF -Chapter 129 The Bigshot Researcher Daddy (Part 19)

Lin Ju almost couldn’t believe it. How was this possible?!

Her face turned deathly pale as she coldly watched the interrogator make a call to the higher-ups right in front of her and issue such an order directly.

So after all that effort, after developing an irreconcilable hatred with the so-called villain, in the end the thing in her hands still had to be sent to that demon for research? To add flowers to his brocade?

She was so angry that she sat in the chair gasping for breath. She had said everything, but no one believed her. No one believed her!

Were all these people idiots?

Blind? Deaf?

So stupid—serves them right to die stupid later!

Seeing Lin Ju’s unwillingness and resentment, Captain Zhang glanced at her before leaving and said, “We found the items you stole from Professor Mo in your spatial storage. Lin Ju, you’re suspected of stealing a top-secret project, and we already have material evidence. Combined with the fact that you were caught on the spot last time, both physical and testimonial evidence are complete. The higher-ups have decided to prosecute you. In addition, psychological experts believe you have anti-human tendencies. During this period, please cooperate.”

“It’s not me who’s anti-human—it’s Mo Linqing! It’s Mo Linqing! Are you all idiots?!”

The psychologist accompanying the team suddenly turned around, braced both hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared straight at Lin Ju as if trying to see through her completely.

She said, “Miss Lin, everything you say and do reveals your desire to be a ‘savior.’ Compared to Professor Mo being some so-called world-destroying villain, I’m more inclined to believe that this so-called world in a book is something you fabricated for your own unrealistic fantasies.”

“Having dreams isn’t scary. What’s scary is being like you—believing that even the destruction of the world wouldn’t matter for the sake of your so-called dream, and even secretly hoping for its arrival. Isn’t that right?”

“Only when the ‘apocalypse’ comes can your spatial ability be useful. Only then can all the supplies you hoarded in that space serve a purpose. Am I right?”

Every word from the psychologist struck straight into Lin Ju’s heart. Those pitch-black eyes seemed to see her inside and out.

She subconsciously turned her head away. “Ingratitude!”

The group stopped paying her any attention and left directly. Captain Zhang turned to the psychologist and said, “As expected of someone trained in psychology—you analyzed it perfectly. People like Lin Ju don’t seem dangerous on the surface, but at critical moments they lose clarity and could very well do irreversible things for personal gain. It’s fine if such people have no abilities, but once they possess something with great destructive power, it can cause enormous trouble.”

The psychologist smiled. “Like that ‘space’?”

“Yes.”

“We sent people to investigate. The jade pendant that carries that space originally belonged to one of Lin Ju’s classmates. She said she lost it and thought she’d never get it back, and she’s willing to contribute it to the state.”

“So… even the true owner of that jade pendant isn’t Lin Ju?”

Lin Ju’s entire background was laid bare. The facts proved that individual strength was nothing in the face of a behemoth like the state.

Li Jiaxing’s psychological defenses had already been almost completely worn down over these past few days. Upon hearing that Lin Ju had confessed and would be prosecuted, Li Jiaxing immediately spilled everything.

Compared to Lin Ju’s so-called transmigration into a book, what Li Jiaxing said about rebirth carried more credibility and research value.

He redeemed himself by rendering meritorious service.

He was taken away by people from the National Academy of Sciences to assist in exploring the eternal mysteries of time and space in the universe.

The Academy believed that if humans could be reborn, then under what conditions would rebirth occur? Was something triggered at a special point?

For example, space? For example, wormholes? Just as proposed by theories of spacetime relativity—if speed exceeds the speed of light, can a person return to the past?

Proving this viewpoint would be of great significance to human development.

Could humans one day return to the past to make up for regrets left in the long river of history? To search for lost civilizations?

Thinking even further—if the world were truly destroyed one day, could humanity return to the past and rebuild a beautiful home anew?

The research maniacs at the Academy stared at Li Jiaxing every day with green gleams in their eyes, like wolves seeing meat, wishing they could pry open his brain and study it.

Li Jiaxing looked numb. He no longer wanted to think about anything. He was even grateful that the country wasn’t completely devoid of human rights—they hadn’t sliced him up. He was well-fed and well-housed; he just wasn’t very free. He couldn’t go out, and everything he needed was delivered to him.

The only thing that frightened him were the scientists’ wolf-like gazes. He even suspected… that one day, these lunatics might not be able to restrain themselves and would act against him regardless of regulations.

Several times, Li Jiaxing stared at the sky in despair, even hoping that Mo Linqing could be like in his previous life—develop a super virus and destroy the world. When everything outside descended into chaos, he could escape from here.

He would rather struggle to survive in the apocalypse than stay here every day like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, with no end in sight and nothing but despair ahead.

Lin Ju and Li Jiaxing were taken away on charges of theft and espionage involving project secrets.

The outside world didn’t know their current situation. As soon as Peking University heard even the slightest rumor, they immediately expelled both of them.

Two top students of Peking University—young people who, in outsiders’ eyes, had boundless prospects—fell from grace in an instant. This incident gave those students who had been somewhat arrogant a resounding slap in the face and a stern warning.

There is always someone better; diligence and steady progress matter more than anything. No one can predict the future. Life always strikes you hard when you’re riding high—and people like Lin Ju and Li Jiaxing were living proof.

Back then, they were the only two graduate students mixed in with a group of outstanding PhD candidates, specially recruited into the National Biopharmaceutical Research Institute for internships. Learning and working under a group of big shots was practically a ladder to heaven placed right at their feet. How many classmates at Peking University had envied them?

Peking University had so many slots largely because Professor Mo was an honorary professor there. Who would’ve thought these two still couldn’t hold on, caused trouble, and now even students from Peking University were no longer welcome at the institute. The biopharmaceutical department practically wanted to kill the two of them!

No matter what was happening outside, Mo Linqing remained steady.

After Mo Linqing’s vice personality—the bad dad—finished causing trouble, he patted his butt and left, and the host personality, Mo Linqing, came back out.

Once Mo Linqing returned, he immediately had to lead the research team. His project was urgent and couldn’t afford delays.

He only had time to bring his daughter back to the old residence and entrust her to the old master before plunging straight into the laboratory.

Captain Zhang personally escorted people to deliver the water known as “spirit spring” from the jade space, specifically naming Professor Mo Linqing as the recipient.

His gaze fell on Mo Linqing—young, handsome, accomplished, with a high IQ and the backbone of the nation, honors gathered all in one. The man was not yet thirty-five.

Too young—he was Major General Mo’s son, born with advantages, looks, and strength. In outsiders’ words, this was someone playing life on easy mode.

Thinking of what Lin Ju and Li Jiaxing had said, Captain Zhang hesitated, then spoke. “Professor Mo.”

He was a bit uncertain. Even after personally hearing Li Jiaxing talk about his previous life, Captain Zhang still found it hard to believe that such a person would harbor intentions to destroy the world and everything in it.

The man’s expression was calm. The gold-rimmed glasses reflected a faint blue light under the lamps. He seemed interested only in the spirit spring water in his hands. Hearing this, he merely lifted his head slightly to glance at him.

Captain Zhang inexplicably understood the message: say what you need to say quickly, cut the crap, and don’t waste my time.

Something like that?

Captain Zhang recalled the first time he met Professor Mo in the office some time ago. Perhaps because of anger over his daughter being harmed, Professor Mo’s presence back then had been even more intimidating, radiating a strong “don’t mess with me—seriously don’t” aura, with an air of absolute dominance.

He had thought Professor Mo was naturally like that. Later, because of Lin Ju and Li Jiaxing, he conducted a brief investigation into Mo Linqing. From others and from the files, he learned that Mo Linqing’s true nature carried the quirks typical of a genius—aloof, cold, unwilling to engage with people, extremely self-disciplined with powerful self-control. According to the institute directors, Mo Linqing only very occasionally entered the state he had shown that day in the office—usually when angry or enraged.

But Captain Zhang felt something was off. Perhaps it was professional instinct—his senses were naturally sharp. He always felt a strong sense of dissonance.

What if—what if the person who appeared in the office that day wasn’t Professor Mo himself?

What if the one Lin Ju and Li Jiaxing spoke of as the destroyer of the world wasn’t Professor Mo himself?

Lin Ju could transmigrate. Li Jiaxing could be reborn. Why couldn’t Professor Mo be possessed?

After this incident, Captain Zhang’s imagination had truly expanded. He even started reading web novels and found it eye-opening.

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

Otherwise, how could one explain how Professor Mo occasionally seemed like a completely different person? And how could one explain Lin Ju and Li Jiaxing’s insistence that he would destroy the world in the future?

For someone like Professor Mo, with extreme self-discipline and control, perhaps he wasn’t particularly patriotic, perhaps he didn’t have a great love for life—but he would absolutely never do things he shouldn’t.

He always knew what he wanted. There had only ever been one thing that truly interested him: constantly researching new things and venturing into new fields.

Now perhaps one more thing had been added—the child he had taken over from his brother and sister-in-law, his nominal daughter, Mo Yinyin.

Yinyin was very cute—only three years old, chubby and round, with delicate features inherited from the Mo family. She spoke in a surprisingly mature way, well-behaved and polite, very lovable.

From Captain Zhang’s observations, regardless of which personality Professor Mo had, he treated this three-year-old daughter very well—one could say he doted on her, holding her in the palm of his hand.

So for the Professor Mo before him, aside from the laboratory, the thing he cared about most should be this daughter.

Why would he destroy the world for no reason?

On the contrary, that “Mo Linqing” who had appeared that day made Captain Zhang feel dangerous from the bottom of his heart. That person seemed far more likely to lose control—willful, domineering, with a gloom deep in his bones. That kind of person was far more likely to turn against humanity.

“Mm?” Mo Linqing glanced at him. “Thank you for making the trip, Captain Zhang.” With that, he took a step forward with his long legs, about to leave.

Captain Zhang stopped him and told the young officer beside him to go outside and keep watch.

“Professor Mo, do you remember what happened during the arrest in the office that day?”

“Thanks to your timely action, those two didn’t manage to escape.”

Mo Linqing replied calmly, “I don’t remember taking any action. I only made a phone call to report to the police.”

Captain Zhang’s smile became more genuine. He patted his head. “Maybe I remembered it wrong.”

“Oh right—your daughter suffered quite a bit last time. Once I’m done with this busy period, would it be alright if I went to visit her?”