In the Weapon Research Institute, several of Lian Jiyue's blood test results were laid out on Lian Ze's cluttered desk.
Lian Zongren massaged his temples as he told Lian Ze about the events that had transpired at Base B, including Han Wan's suicide.
"Ze'er, I know this will be a blow to you, and if you have any anger, vent it on me. It's all my fault,"
Lian Zongren said.
"Were any bottles or samples left behind by the pharmaceutical products retrieved from the scene? I need to know what kind of drug it was,"
Lian Ze asked without lifting his head.
"Ze'er, your mother, she..."
Lian Zongren knew that Lian Ze had been distant from Han Wan since childhood, but he had always thought that it was just Lian Ze's personality. Now, however...
"I heard you, you said, she is dead,"
Lian Ze put down the report, looked up earnestly at Lian Zongren, and said.
"Yes, I thought you would be sad,"