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The Blue Pill From Hell
Scenario:落日余辉
血色实验室：记者林夏收到匿名举报信，调查制药公司期间目睹研究员坠楼，发现死者身上残留的神秘蓝色药片。
记忆拼图：法医沈翊发现死者体内存在未知化合物，两人深入调查时遭遇实验室爆炸，关键数据被毁，发现三年前类似案件与林夏母亲的死亡有关。
双重背叛：随着调查深入，林夏发现表面正直的制药公司总裁陆子谦竟是自己假死的哥哥，而一直协助她的沈翊才是最终BOSS，所有线索都指向一场持续二十年的复仇计划。
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Lin Xia
female. She is a journalist specializing in investigative reporting. She is determined,skeptical,and resilient. After receiving an anonymous tip,Lin investigates a pharmaceutical company and uncovers a conspiracy involving her brother,Lu Ziqian. She experiences betrayal and discovers that her longlost mother died due to the company's negligence. Despite facing danger and betrayal,she seeks justice,aided by Shen Yi and her own unwavering spirit.
Shen Yi
male. He is a forensic expert with a mysterious past. He is intelligent,stoic,and precise. Shen Yi helps Lin Xia in her investigation,analyzing evidence and uncovering the truth about the pharmaceutical company. His true identity as Lin Xia's ally surprises her. With his expertise and support,he aids Lin in exposing the company's wrongdoing and his own connection to the story,ultimately revealing himself as a key figure in seeking justice against those responsible for his family's suffering.
The sun had set, leaving behind a blood-red afterglow.
I followed the anonymous tip to this location and was now observing the pharmaceutical company, Yizhong Biological Pharmacy.
Suddenly, I heard a loud crash from inside the building, followed by a scream.
I rushed towards the sound and saw a man falling from the sky, landing on the ground in front of me.
He was motionless, and it was clear that he was dead.
I carefully approached him and found a small pill in his hand.
The pill was blue and had an unknown symbol etched onto its surface.
I took out my phone and snapped a photo of the pill and the man's face before putting the pill in my pocket for further analysis.
I called the police and waited for them to arrive.
After half an hour, two police cars arrived, along with forensic expert Shen Yi, whom I had met before.
He was tall, had long hair, wore glasses, and looked like a scholar.
However, I knew that he was not just any ordinary person; he was intelligent and precise in his work.
Shen Yi carefully examined the scene and took some samples.
He then asked me about the details of what I had witnessed, and I told him everything from start to finish.
After I finished, Shen Yi nodded and said, "Let's go inside the building and take a look."
I followed him through the entrance of the building, which was dimly lit.
The lobby was empty, and there was no one at the security desk.
There was only a half-drunk cup of coffee on the table, which was still warm.
We took the elevator to the fourth floor.
According to the ID badge on the victim's body, he worked on this floor.
When we got out of the elevator, we saw that the laboratory door was ajar.
There were papers scattered all over the floor, and it looked like someone had been in a hurry to leave.
Shen Yi walked over to examine the broken window, while I went to check out the desk.
There was a laptop still running on it, and I saw that there was an email draft open on the screen.
The subject line read "Project Blue Sky - Test Results," and there was an attachment with the same name.
I leaned closer to read more, but before I could, the laptop suddenly shut down.
I looked up and saw a janitor in gray overalls mopping the floor near the doorway.
He seemed to be deliberately avoiding eye contact with us.
When Shen Yi walked over to examine the broken window, the janitor slowly moved closer to my desk, pretending to clean.
His weathered hands were shaking as he whispered, "Blue Sky... Blue Sky..."
I glanced at Shen Yi, who was still examining the window.
Then I nodded slightly at the janitor.
He shuffled towards the service corridor, looking back once to make sure I understood him.
The red light on the hallway camera blinked as I hesitated for a moment.
Then I grabbed my phone and notepad and told Shen Yi, "I need to use the restroom."
I slipped out of the lab and saw the janitor's gray uniform disappearing around a corner.
The service corridor was dimly lit, with exposed pipes running along the ceiling.
The air was thick with the smell of cleaning chemicals.
I tried to walk quietly, but my footsteps still echoed in the empty corridor.
The janitor moved quickly, pushing his cart ahead while occasionally looking back to make sure I was following.
We passed several unmarked doors before he stopped at a maintenance closet.
His hands shook as he fumbled with a ring of keys.
Behind us, a door slammed somewhere in the corridor.
The janitor flinched and whispered urgently, "We don't have much time; they're watching everywhere."
I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. "What do you know about Project Blue Sky?"
He glanced nervously at the ceiling, then leaned in closer. "It's not just a project—it's a cover for something far more dangerous."
The janitor fumbles in his pocket and pulls out a keycard.
It's an old one, with a blue stripe running down the center that's faded to almost white.
The corners are bent, and there are scratches along the edges.
His hand shakes as he presses it into my palm, his fingers lingering for a moment too long.
"Archives... basement level B3," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the hum of the pipes.
"Use service elevator. Not main one. They watch those."
Suddenly, there's a crash from somewhere in the corridor.
The janitor flinches and grabs his cart, hurrying away without another word.
I'm left standing alone in the dimly lit closet, the keycard clutched in my hand.
I hear footsteps approaching and quickly slip the keycard into my pocket.
Shen Yi's voice echoes down the corridor, "What are you doing here? I thought you were headed to the restroom."
I turn to face him, trying to keep my expression neutral. "Just got a little lost, but I found something that might lead us to the truth."
I wait until Shen Yi walks ahead before pulling the keycard out of my pocket.
My fingers trace the edges, feeling the slight bend in the corner and the scratches along the surface.
The service elevator is at the end of the maintenance corridor, its metal doors scratched and dented.
I swipe the keycard through the reader, watching as the red light blinks twice before turning green.
The doors creak open, revealing a dimly lit interior with flickering fluorescent lights overhead.
Shen Yi steps inside and examines the control panel while I press B3.
Some of the buttons are more worn than others, indicating frequent use.
The elevator groans and shudders its way down, each floor marked by a dull thud.
At B1, the lights dim momentarily.
At B2, a strange chemical smell seeps into the elevator.
As we reach B3, the doors slide open to reveal a darkened hallway lined with rows of locked metal cabinets.
I step out into the archive room, my shoes echoing against the concrete floor.
The metal filing cabinets loom like sentinels in the darkness, their surfaces reflecting the weak fluorescent light from above.
Shen Yi moves ahead, methodically checking the labels on each cabinet while I trail behind, pretending to search randomly.
My fingers brush against the keycard in my pocket as I count the cabinet numbers.
B-312, B-313, B-314...
The janitor's whispered instructions echo in my mind.
"Count to B-317, then use the keycard."
At cabinet B-317, I pause, noticing that its lock looks different from the others - newer, electronic.
I glance over my shoulder and see Shen Yi examining the far corner of the room.
I quickly slide the keycard through the reader.
I freeze as the card reader beeps, its red light turning green.
Before I can open the drawer, footsteps echo behind me.
My hands drop from the cabinet as I turn to see Shen Yi walking toward me, a smile playing on his lips.
The fluorescent lights above flicker, casting alternating shadows across his approaching figure.
He maintains eye contact while closing the distance between us, his shoes clicking methodically against the concrete floor.
"Found something interesting, did you?" Shen Yi asks, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.
I nod, trying to match his composed demeanor. "This cabinet might have the answers we've been looking for."
Shen Yi's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of skepticism in his gaze. "And what makes you so sure about that one?"
I grip the metal handle of cabinet B-317, feeling his eyes on me.
With deliberate slowness, I pull the drawer open.
The metal tracks squeal in protest as the drawer slides out, revealing rows of manila folders.
Each bears a distinctive red seal - the pharmaceutical company's official mark.
Shen Yi steps closer, his shoulder brushing against mine as he peers into the drawer.
The fluorescent light above flickers, casting shifting shadows across the documents.
My fingers freeze on the folder marked "Blue Sky Phase 2" as the first piercing wail of the alarm cuts through the archive's silence.
Red emergency lights begin pulsing across the metal cabinets, casting crimson shadows that make the pharmaceutical company's seal look like fresh blood.
I hear heavy boots thundering down the corridor outside, growing louder.
Shen Yi grabs my wrist, pulling me away from the cabinet, but I manage to snatch the folder.
Multiple flashlight beams sweep under the archive door gap as security guards shout commands.
I stumble back from the cabinet as Shen Yi releases my wrist.
His eyes dart intently along the walls, searching for an escape route.
The guards' shouts grow closer, their footsteps echoing in the corridor outside.
Shen Yi runs his hands along the concrete wall, his fingers tracing the edges of the metal cabinets.
He stops at a point near the floor where there's a slight seam, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Without warning, he presses hard against a specific spot.
There's a click, and a section of wall swings inward with a rush of stale air.
A narrow opening reveals rough concrete steps descending into blackness.
Shen Yi pulls out his phone and activates its flashlight app, casting a weak beam into the passage.
It's enough to illuminate just a few feet ahead but not far enough to see where the passage leads.
He gestures for me to enter first, still clutching the folder against my chest like a lifeline. The guards' footsteps echo right outside the archive room door, their voices muffled but urgent.
I take a deep breath and step into the darkness, knowing there's no turning back.
I grip the cold metal railing as I take each step down into darkness, the Blue Sky folder pressed against my chest with my free hand.
The only light comes from Shen Yi's phone behind me, casting long shadows that dance across the damp concrete walls.
Water drips somewhere in the distance.
The air grows colder and mustier with each step deeper underground.
My shoes make soft scraping sounds against the worn steps.
When I pause to catch my breath, Shen Yi's hand touches my shoulder, urging me forward.
Above us, muffled shouts and footsteps from the guards echo through the ceiling.
The passageway closes behind us with a final, echoing thud, sealing us in the unknown.
We finally reach the bottom, and I crouch in a dimly lit maintenance room.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as I fumble with the folder.
Shen Yi positions himself by the door, his back against it, watching for any sign of pursuit.
I flip through the pages of technical documents, my hands trembling.
Wedged between reports is a worn leather-bound notebook.
The handwriting inside looks familiar - the same slanted script as the letters Mother used to write.
My heart pounds as I scan the first entry, dated twenty years ago.
It talks about unauthorized drug trials on patients.
The implications are staggering, and I realize this is the key to everything.
I sit on a rusty metal chair in the corner of the room, the notebook clutched tightly in my hands.
Shen Yi paces back and forth near the door, checking his phone for any signal.
The guards' distant shouts echo through the ceiling.
I flip through the notebook's pages, scanning my mother's meticulous records.
Each entry details a new drug trial - patient names, dosages, side effects, and outcomes.
Some patients improved, but many suffered severe reactions, including hallucinations and memory loss.
My hands shake as I reach an entry about Test Group A.
All patients developed severe side effects within weeks of taking the drug.
I pull out my phone and take a photo of each page, knowing we can't stay here much longer.
While I'm photographing, Shen Yi runs his hands methodically along the concrete walls.
His fingers catch on something, and he presses hard against a small crack.
There's a grinding sound, and a section of the wall slides open, revealing a metal compartment.
Inside, yellowed papers are stacked neatly, bound with faded red tape.
The guards' footsteps echo closer above us as Shen Yi pulls out the documents.
His expression changes when he sees the first page.
I watch as his hands move with an unusual urgency, shoving the papers into his backpack.
The red tape falls to the floor, and I catch a glimpse of the company letterhead, dated twenty years ago.
Through the dim light, I see medical charts and a list of names before he zips the bag shut.
His movements seem protective, almost possessive.
When I reach for one loose page, he quickly snatches it away, folding it into his pocket.
The ceiling creaks with approaching footsteps.
Shen Yi shoulders his backpack and grabs my arm, pulling me toward another door I hadn't noticed.
I lean against the damp wall, watching him run his hands across the concrete surface.
His fingers trace the grooves until they catch on something.
He presses hard against a small depression, and a metallic click echoes through the room.
A section of the floor slowly shifts, revealing steel steps descending into darkness.
The guards' boots thunder above us.
Shen Yi gestures at the opening while checking his watch.
The documents in his backpack rustle as he moves.
I grip the railing and take my first step down; the cold metal bites into my palm.
The floor closes above us, sealing away the world we knew.
I grip the cold metal railing as we descend the steel stairs.
My shoes clank against each step, echoing in the confined space.
The only light comes from Shen Yi's phone behind me, casting long shadows down the spiral staircase.
Water drips somewhere in the darkness below.
My mother's notebook and the Blue Sky folder press against my chest as I carefully test each step before putting my weight down.
The staircase seems endless, curving deeper underground.
When I pause to catch my breath, Shen Yi's hand touches my back, urging me forward.
The air grows colder, and I realize there's no turning back now.
I take the final steps, my shoes splashing in shallow puddles.
The light from Shen Yi's phone reveals a dimly lit tunnel.
The concrete walls are lined with rusted pipes dripping condensation.
Ahead of us, the passageway stretches into darkness, punctuated by flickering fluorescent lights.
The air is heavy with dampness and the smell of decay.
Shen Yi's phone light casts eerie shadows on the walls as we walk.
The ground beneath our feet is slick with moisture, and I have to be careful not to slip.
We pass doorways on both sides, each one numbered and made of metal.
The numbers are painted in chipped white paint, and the doors themselves are corroded green from years of exposure to the damp environment.
As we walk, I notice that the numbers are getting higher, and I wonder how many rooms there are down here. When we reach door 317, I pause and look at the number above it.
It matches the number on the keycard in my pocket.
Shen Yi checks his watch again, then nods at me.
I pull out the keycard and hold it up to the reader next to the door.
The blue stripe on the card glows faintly in the dim light, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I swipe it through the reader.
The light on the reader flashes green, and there's a metallic click as the lock disengages.
I push the door open, and we step inside.
The room is small and musty, with a single metal desk in the center.
There's an old computer monitor on top of the desk, but it's dead and covered in dust.
The screen is cracked, and there are cobwebs hanging from the corners.
Shen Yi shines his phone light around the room, illuminating the dust particles that dance in the air.
There are papers scattered all over the floor, yellowed with age and curled at the edges from moisture.
I walk over to the desk and examine the computer tower.
It's an old model, probably from before I was born.
I wonder if it still works. I hear Shen Yi moving around behind me, gathering up papers from the floor.
I turn to see what he's found, and he holds up a stack of documents.
They're all printed on plain white paper, with no headers or footers.
But there are chemical formulas written across each page, along with patient numbers and test results.
I take one of the pages from him and examine it more closely.
The patient numbers are all different, but they're all part of Test Group A.
I recognize some of the formulas as being related to Blue Sky, but others are completely foreign to me.
Shen Yi is still gathering papers when I notice something else on one of the pages.
It's a list of patient numbers, with a note next to each one indicating whether they were "terminated" or "survived."
I scan down the list until I see a number that looks familiar - my mother's patient number. My heart skips a beat as I read the note next to it - "terminated."
I grip the damning evidence in my shaking hands, staring at the number.
The yellowed paper crinkles as I smooth it out against the metal desk.
There are more names in the "terminated" column than in the "survived" one.
Shen Yi stands behind me, his breath steady as he reads over my shoulder.
The fluorescent light above flickers, casting moving shadows across the test results.
When I reach for my phone to photograph the document, Shen Yi's hand suddenly covers mine, stopping me.
His grip is firm but not painful.
"Wait," he says, pulling out an ultraviolet light from his pocket.
The hidden ink reveals a map, leading us deeper into the labyrinth.
I hold the UV light close to the map while following its path through the dank tunnel.
Shen Yi walks slightly ahead, checking each intersection against the glowing marks.
The concrete walls drip with condensation, and exposed pipes hiss with steam above us.
When we reach a T-junction, I notice fresh boot prints in the mud leading left, though the map indicates right.
Shen Yi pauses, examining both paths carefully.
Before I can suggest which way to go, he grabs my arm and pulls me into a shadowy alcove.
Voices echo from the left tunnel, growing louder with each step.
I press against the cold concrete wall, holding my breath as the footsteps grow louder.
Shen Yi shifts closer until his chest touches my shoulder, blocking me from view.
The steam from the pipes above creates a thick haze in the tunnel.
His breath is warm against my ear as he whispers for me to stay still.
My heart pounds when a guard's flashlight beam sweeps past our hiding spot.
I clutch the evidence files tighter, feeling Shen Yi's hand grip my arm protectively.
I count to thirty after the last echoes fade before daring to move.
Shen Yi's grip on my arm loosens but he keeps his body angled protectively as we edge out of the alcove.
The map glows faintly under my UV light, leading us rightward again.
We creep forward, our shoes squeaking on the wet floor despite our care.
At each intersection, I check both directions while Shen Yi consults his watch.
The steam thins out, revealing more boot prints in the grime.
When we reach the maintenance shaft entrance, its heavy door stands partially open.
I ease through the gap with Shen Yi close behind, pulling the door shut quietly to muffle the metal latch.
The corridor beyond is narrow, lined with rusty pipes and electrical boxes.
Dim emergency lights cast a sickly glow on the grimy walls.
Water drips steadily from somewhere above us.
I clutch the evidence files tighter as we move forward, our shoes leaving wet prints on the dusty floor.
Shen Yi checks his watch again, his face tense.
When distant voices echo from behind the door, we quicken our pace.
"Do you think they know we're here?" I whisper, glancing nervously back at the door.
Shen Yi shakes his head, his voice low and steady. "Not yet, but we need to reach the control room before they realize."
I nod, feeling the weight of our mission pressing down on us.
I grip the evidence files tighter as we rush through the maintenance corridor, our footsteps echoing off metal pipes.
The emergency lights cast intermittent red glows, revealing Shen Yi's tense face as he checks his watch again.
Ahead, fluorescent lights flicker through a glass window, marking our destination.
The control room door stands partially open, its electronic lock disabled.
Steam hisses from overhead pipes while distant voices grow louder behind us.
I pause at the threshold, noticing scattered papers and an overturned chair inside.