The piercing sirens broke the silence of the Xinhai Gene Research Institute. "Failed again." Ling Chen took off his gloves stained with coolant. This was the seventeenth gene editing crash this month. "Really?" Shen Yu, who was behind him, suddenly took a step closer, and the distance between the two instantly shortened to less than half a meter. Ling Chen could smell the faint smell of disinfectant on his body, mixed with the faint scent of pine wood. "I know your secret. The day your brother Ling Xing disappeared in the Gene Optimization Center five years ago happened to be the day before you joined the institute." He paused and softened his tone, "Ling Chen, I know you are looking for your brother. But it is difficult for you to fight against the entire organization by yourself."
Ling Chen raised his head and met Shen Yu's eyes. He saw sincerity in those deep eyes, and a subtle hint of... Sympathy? "Why do you want to help me?" Shen Yu was silent for a moment and slowly took off the glove on his left hand. Under the light, Ling Chen was surprised to find that his left hand turned out to be a mechanical prosthesis, with a tiny genetic sequence engraved on the metal knuckles. "Because I am also a victim." Ling Chen hesitated and held the cold metal palm. The moment the two people's hands touched, the laboratory's alarm system suddenly sounded again. This time the alarm sound was different from before, sharp and urgent.
Suddenly, the door was slammed open, and dazzling light poured in, illuminating the clasped hands of the two men. One was warm and trembling, and the other was cold and firm. In this city shrouded in genes and lies, their fates are closely intertwined from this moment on...
Intention: trust