What Happened When I Worked in a Forensic Lab?

I was originally just an emotionless sequencing machine in a forensic lab. The daily task is to face the centrifuge, the pipette gun, and the never-ending electrophoresis pattern. My biggest wish is to get off work on time every day and go home to deal with my troublesome cat that gets into trouble every day. Those thrilling murders, pursuits and life-and-death battles were the business of frontline criminal police officers and had nothing to do with me, a grassroots technician. Until I got off work that day, I did a routine review of a very common inspection material. Among the peaks and troughs of the screen, a strange sequence jumped out that could never exist in the human body on earth... Looking at the garbled string of A, T, C, and G, I knew that this bad class had finally come to an end.