Baicao Night Journey

There is a conspiracy that spans centuries dormant in the centuries-old medicinal fragrance of Rongjiang Old Town. On a rainy autumn night in 1997, Lin Wanqiu, a girl from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, was peeling edamame beans in the backyard when she saw blood stains oozing from the experimental notebook under the white coat of top student Lu Mingyuan of the town middle school. They never noticed that the rusty infusion tube under the root system of the camphor tree was sucking aconitine venom, and the L. M. Graffiti on the back of the honeysuckle leaf would appear on the genetic map twenty years later. When the report on the bribery case of Lu Deming, the director of the state-owned enterprise, turned yellow among the piles of dead leaves, a revenge using biotechnology as its blade was quietly launched. The cancerous cell tweezers from Lu Mingyuan's laboratory accurately pierced the blood vessels on the side of Lin Wanqiu's neck, while the fingerprint film in Zhou Zihao's personal safe actually overlapped with the ink of the old newspaper copied by the girl in her childhood. Those sins buried in the dregs of traditional Chinese medicine turned into an array of pinholes like the Big Dipper, piercing the skin on the back of the deceased twenty years later. In this old city soaked in the sweet smell of traditional Chinese medicine and the blue-purple smell of potassium nitrate, Lin Wanqiu discovered that there were genetically modified scales hidden in the peeled edamame, and cloned embryos curled up under the dried tangerine peels. When she finally understood the secret of the fluorescent handwriting on the honeysuckle vine, twenty years ago This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.