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âSean, if you continue to mess around like this, the Research Institute will take back all your freedom and you will be imprisoned here for the rest of your life!â
âTake back my freedom?â
Jing Zhiâs face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood, but his eyes were wild and his smile was full of sarcasm.
âWhat right do you have to take away my freedom? Life imprisonment? [Am I not imprisoned for life?] Itâs not Christmas today, but April Fool âs!â
Peterâs expression turned a little ugly.
Jing Zhi had a sharp tongue, and he couldnât beat him in an argument.
Today was supposed to be a Grand Christmas Day, but so many people had died in the Research Institute. Who was in the mood to celebrate?
âThe people you killed were all innocent. They all made outstanding contributions to the entire Research Institute! They shouldnât have died so meaninglessly!!
It wasnât easy for the Research Institute to cultivate a loyal and reliable elite * the virus Research here * to a certain extent, was ****. They needed the kind of crazy talents who didnât recognize their family because many experiments had to be done on their own family.
In the past three years, many of the elites of the Research Institute had died at Jing Zhiâs hands. Of course, Peter was angry and heartbroken.
But she couldnât do anything to Jing Zhi. She couldnât let him die, but Jing Zhi didnât care about the punishment. Even if he was beaten up, he would not repent, and the next time he killed someone, he would be even worse.
âInnocent? Hahaha ...â
Jing Zhi laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.
âNone of the people here are innocent! Why not? The viruses that youâve been researching are enough to destroy all of humanity. You call that a contribution? Kill them, thatâs what you call contribution!â
However, Peter did not think so. It felt that all of the staff here were doing it for the good of mankind. Once the virus was successfully developed, everyone would be able to live forever! He wanted to be like Jing Zhi, to be strong, to have a long life, to be able to spend his youth and enjoy life without restraint.
âSean, you canât be so selfish. Whatâs the point of you being able to live forever alone? When your family and friends are all dead and youâre the only one left in this world, is there any meaning to it? Donât you want them to live longer?â
Jing Zhiâs heart skipped a beat, but he didnât show it on his face. He sneered. âDidnât you say that my parents are dead? Do I have other relatives? As for friends ... If people like you can be considered my friends, then I might have a few hundred truckloads of friends!â
âWhether Iâm your friend or not, youâll find out in the future.â
Peter said indifferently before instructing the doctor to come in and give Jing Zhi an IV.
âItâs better if you donât try to escape. Youâve been taught so many lessons, why havenât you learned? Donât force me to increase the dosage, or you might be unconscious for a month or two, and then you wonât remember anything when you wake up. â
Jing Zhi wasnât afraid of anything but losing his memory.
Without his memories, he had no way to distinguish who his enemies were, and he had no way to seek revenge on those who had tortured him, nor find his own birth.
Even though Jing Zhi hated everything that was happening here, at the moment, Peter could be considered one of the more normal people in the entire Research Institute.
The rest of the people were all paranoid. They were fanatical about the virus in his body. They wanted to skin him alive and study how his body could accommodate the virus.
Jing Zhi didnât want anyone else to take care of him. He had already formed a delicate balance with Peter. Usually, as long as his requests werenât too excessive, Peter would basically satisfy them.
In return, he would usually go along with Peterâs blood drawing and drug testing.
Jing Zhi leaned against the headboard and didnât say a word. He let the doctors, who were both fearful and fanatical of him, inject him with the medicine.
He knew that there was no way he could escape. Even if it wasnât Peter, there would be someone else who would forcefully inject it into him.
Jing Zhi was very familiar with all the drugs he was injected with.
However, after the injection today, he could clearly feel that something was different. He didnât feel the bone-corroding pain and disgust like before. He only felt a slight discomfort.
Some of the medicine was used to weaken his muscle strength, so he would not have the strength to run out for a short time.
But now, he didnât feel weak like his power had been drained.
What was going on?
Jing Zhi looked suspiciously at Peter, who was standing by the door, wearing a protective cap and a protective suit.
However, Peter was not even looking at him. It was impatiently chiding the doctors to move faster.
Could it be a new medicine?
After everyone had left, Jing Zhi went to look through the English labels on the IV bags.
Thatâs right, itâs the same as before!
Jing Zhi was confused. He had no idea what had gone wrong.
Peter did not seem like someone who would make such a mistake!
Could it be that someone had secretly changed his medicine?
Jing Zhi couldnât help but think of the blurry figure he had seen at the bottom of the sea last night.
Perhaps, it wasnât his hallucination, and someone was really saving him!
Jing Zhi was sure that the person who had saved him wasnât from the Research Institute. The people from the Research Institute didnât dare touch him with their bare hands. They were afraid of getting infected, so they always wore rubber gloves.
Recently, the feeling that someone was helping him was getting stronger and stronger.
Jing Zhi suddenly smiled. He was in a good mood as he lay on the bed and looked out subconsciously.
Only then did he realize that the room he was staying in today was not a basement, but above the ground, a room with Windows!
Jing Zhi rubbed his eyes hard. He suspected that he was hallucinating.
How was that possible?
Was the Research Institute crazy? Were they not afraid that he would break the window and escape through it?
Although he didnât know which floor he was on, he knew that he could jump off the tallest building in the Research Institute safely.
His eyes were about to be crushed, but the window in front of him was still there.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Jing Zhi excitedly pulled out all the equipment attached to his body and the needles in his blood vessels. He ran to the window barefooted and looked at the snow outside greedily.
It was all white outside, and he couldnât see anything, but Jing Zhi was very excited.
This yearâs Christmas, he felt that it was quite happy!
It would be even better if there was food. He was very, very hungry.
Soon, Santa seemed to hear his voice and a doctor brought him a delicious roast turkey!
Jing Zhi tore off a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing it down, he mumbled to the doctor Who was pouring him water, âItâs not poisonous, right?â