Here?

Chen Zhao raised his head and looked at the commercial building before him.

He checked the address. It was indeed here.

However, the top few floors were apartments. The monthly rent was at least $100,000.

You had to get through security to reach the apartment floors. The security here was very complete.

After reaching the door, Chen Zhao pressed the doorbell.

An African American man cracked open the door. “You are?”

“A doctor. Someone here needs a doctor?”

The man studied Chen Zhao and opened the door.

It was only the doorway, but there was a floor-to-ceiling quarantine window.

“This is?”

“Sterilization,” the man said.

“Sterilization?” Chen Zhao was stunned. Do you think this is an automatic production lab?

But Chen Zhao still went in. First, epoxyethane was sprayed from his neck down. Then he entered another quarantine room. Mist was sprayed out. This was probably also for sterilization.

Chen Zhao started getting curious. What disease did his client have?

The other man also followed through the two sterilization processes before entering the room.

Chen Zhao looked around. The entire apartment was furnished with a modern style. There was not a speck of dust in the room. There was also an air purifier working constantly.

A blonde girl with milky white skin sat before a floor-to-ceiling window. She bathed in the sunlight that shone through the gla.s.s.

However, she was honestly too pale. Chen Zhao could even see her veins when the sun shone on her skin.

This was a sickly kind of pale. It clearly wasn't natural.

“Are you my client?” Chen Zhao asked.

The girl turned toward Chen Zhao and touched her hair.

Chen Zhao was taken aback. He wasn't unfamiliar with this action.

It was an action only done when one wore a wig. Chen Zhao studied her. She was indeed wearing a wig.

“h.e.l.lo, where are you uncomfortable?”

“I heard you're an illegal doctor, right?” the girl asked.

“Uh…Yes.”

“Can you do b.o.o.b jobs?”

Chen Zhao was stunned. He turned to look at the other man.

He looked away, but Chen Zhao could see that his lips were twitching.

“I can't.” Chen Zhao really wanted to just leave.

A b.o.o.b job? You're practically made of gla.s.s.

Regardless of whether Chen Zhao could do b.o.o.b jobs or not, he didn't dare do that kind of surgery on a gla.s.s girl.

This girl possibly had a naturally weak immune system or had no immunity at all.

She lived in this antibacterial environment her entire life. Even her food was disinfected.

Just imagine a piece of steak getting soaked in disinfectant and then placed onto a plate. Could a regular person eat this?

Even a bit of bacteria or virus in the air could be fatal for this girl.

She was like a caged bird, staying in this sealed room forever.

If she wanted to go out, she would have to wear an astronaut uniform and have an oxygen tank.

This wasn't fully safe either. If she took a breath of outside air, she would probably die too.

The gla.s.s girl clutched her chest and tested its weight. Her face was filled with disappointment.

“I wish I could be like the girls on TV and have big b.o.o.bs.”

Chen Zhao glanced at the other man. “That's what you give her to watch?”

“I'm only her protector,” the man answered. “I have no right to control what she watches.”

The gla.s.s girl was indeed a bit slower at developing than other girls. This was due to her nutrition and environment.

“Sorry, I can't help,” Chen Zhao said. “I have to go.”

Just then, a familiar person walked in.

When the person saw Chen Zhao, he was also surprised.

Blackie!

“Blackie, how come you're here?”

“I sensed death.”

Chen Zhao glanced at the girl and quietly left the apartment.

However, Blackie followed Chen Zhao when he went into the elevator.

Chen Zhao couldn't help but ask, “When will she die?”

“Should be within 24 hours.”

“Cause of death?”

“I saw her death. A shooting.”

When Chen Zhao exited the elevator, someone b.u.mped into him.

This man was around the same height. His hands were stuffed into pockets and his eyes seemed mean.

“What you looking at? Wanna die?” the man yelled at Chen Zhao for no reason.

Chen Zhao felt that this person probably had mania. Natural interactions at the elevator could make him explode.

“It's him,” Blackie said. “In the scene I saw, he was the one who shot the girl.”

Chen Zhao raised his fist and punched the man's chin.

Then Blackie said it, “It disappeared.”

“What disappeared?”

“The image of the girl's death, but her death didn't change.”

Chen Zhao furrowed his brows. Had he changed her way of death?

But the result wasn't changed?

Just then, Chen Zhao saw two people walk over.

One was a woman who could be said was very important to Chen Zhao—his mother.

The other was her a.s.sistant, Sally. When Chen Zhao's mom and Sally saw him, both of them froze.

“Chen Zhao, what are you doing here? What's going on?”

“Isn't that Esselon?” Sally saw the man that Chen Zhao had knocked out.

“One of my clients is here,” Chen Zhao answered.

“Then what about him?”

“We b.u.mped into each other and he threatened to kill me. I saw that he had a concealed gun.”

Chen Zhao's mom met eyes with Sally. Sally immediately called someone and started yelling. “What do you do all day? How come Esselon can come into here?”

A while later, the building's security guards hurried over and pulled Esselon out.

“I'm busy. I have to go.”

Just then, Chen Zhao's mom said, “Your little sister lives upstairs. Won't you go up to visit?”

Chen Zhao hesitated. The girl's face appeared in his mind for some reason.

“Is that okay?”

“Sure, she probably knows she has an older brother too.”

Chen Zhao furrowed his brows, sinking into deep thought.

Did that girl call him over purposely?

Did she know that he was her brother?

Chen Zhao returned to the elevator and rode it with his mother.

He didn't feel any hatred toward his mother. They were more like familiar strangers.

All they had was awkwardness because Chen Zhao didn't know how to communicate with his mom.

Chen Zhao's mom didn't speak either. She just watched as the elevator climbed the floors.

Ding!

The elevator's sound broke the silence. Chen Zhao was back on that floor.