It was drizzling in the broad cemetery, and a man stood alone in front of two tombstones holding a black umbrella.

The tall tombstone reads:

"My wife's beloved Ingrid Oliver - her passing is a loss to all."

Another slightly shorter tombstone is close to the tall tombstone, like a child following its mother.

"I love Lilith Oliver - this terrible world has been so cruel to her."

The man turned around, and there was a tombstone standing behind him. There were no other tombstones around it. There was a coffin-shaped hole on the ground in front of the tombstone, and there was an endless downward staircase inside.

He put away his black umbrella, let the rain soak his clothes, and slowly walked towards the abyss in front of the tombstone.

There is still a line of words on this tombstone.

"Garrett Oliver—he may have been happy, but he didn't even remember it."

Garrett walked out of the stairs and looked at the composite glass aside.

A large mass of plasma and bone fragments stuck to it. Judging from the shape of the small amount of remaining pelvic bones, it was judged that the woman was a woman and had given birth.

Why would he know that the other party had given birth?

He suddenly remembered more. That woman had a daughter named Lei who was seriously ill in bed. She just died in front of him.

Garrett shook his head, driving the memory of the volunteer out of his mind.

The assistant came forward:

"There is anorexia on the 17th, how to deal with it."

Garrett said impatiently:

"Electrocution."

The female assistant was stunned, and it took her two seconds to react:

"But 17-1 is dead, and we only have 17-2 left."

Garrett frowned:

"Dead? How did you die?"

The female assistant lowered her head, not daring to look at Garrett:

"You were burned alive when you were conducting temperature resistance experiments."

Garrett said nonchalantly:

"If you die, then die. Then don't do experiments on 17-2 yet. Let the director of the psychology department take care of it. Take me to No. 8."

The female assistant quickly led the way.

Garrett Oliver asked:

"Have you never been able to get No. 8 to change form?"

The female assistant replied:

"Yes, but we have been making progress. No. 8 will change its shape at the microscopic level. When encountering high temperatures, it will strengthen its high temperature resistance. The same is true when encountering other threatening situations. Only

However, this enhancement is very weak.

"Probably a high temperature exceeding 500 degrees will cause serious damage to No. 8. It has already lost nearly 7% of its mass due to various experiments."

Garrett opened the silver-white door marked with the number 8 and walked into the cell where the monster was held.

In a glass rectangle about 2 meters long, wide and high, there is a mass of strange material moving slowly.

Although this was not the first time she saw No. 8, the female assistant was still surprised by its wonderful texture.

Garrett said:

"Bring me a 2000-degree flamethrower."

The female assistant said in surprise:

"The temperature is too high, it will kill it! And testing is a job for professionals..."

Garrett repeated his words slowly:

"Bring it to me."

The female assistant shuddered, she closed her mouth, and driven by fear, she took the flamethrower and placed it on the ground with difficulty.

Garrett put on a hazmat suit, asked everyone to leave and sealed the room.

He opened the glass door and walked towards the monster lying in the center with the flamethrower.

The moment he walked into the room, the monster seemed to be boiling, squirming away from him at high speed, and soon touched the edge of the glass.

Garrett's face hidden in the protective suit showed a weird smile:

"Run, run, little thing, run faster."

The monster suddenly twisted in a strange way.

Garrett paused. The report never said this would happen when it encountered people.

A strange, sticky sound reached Garrett's ears, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

As the last inhuman part disappeared and dissolved, there was a girl wearing the same coat as the researcher holding her knees and shivering in the corner.

Beautiful blonde girl.

The flamethrower fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The girl was so frightened that she shook even more.

The girl had a face that was very familiar to him, and even her fearful expression was so similar.

Garrett walked to No. 8 with heavy steps. He squatted down tremblingly and asked in an unbelieving tone:

"Do you remember me, Lilith?"

The girl was just shaking uncontrollably and didn't dare to make any sound.

Garrett stroked the girl's hair:

"I am dad, I am dad, you are safe, no one can hurt you."

The man's eyes became more and more crazy and fanatical.

"My Lilith."

boom!

Door No. 8 was pushed open, and Garrett walked out of the door again, regaining his calm expression.

The female assistant said with a complicated look:

"Director, that's just a shapeshifter, she's not..."

Garrett smiled gently:

"I know that she is not my daughter. Lilith is dead. This is just progress in our research. By the way, I will be fully responsible after the 8th. I will first prepare to test her abilities."

The female assistant knew that Garrett always called all the shapeshifters "it".

"OK."

He walked out of the door, turned an intersection and entered another room.

Experiment No. 8 was sitting uncomfortably on a chair, waiting for the testers to arrive.

"No. 8, I am your new tester." Garrett restrained his impulse and said calmly, "I hope you will call me by my code name in the future."

Garrett looked at Lilith's lips slightly parted. How perfect it was. It was simply the best creation of God. Garrett knew that God would not take her away from him.

"What code name?"

Garrett's voice was filled with excitement that could not be concealed:

"Call me daddy."

In order to control himself, he specially set a rule for himself that he could only see Lilith once a week, but he even began to regret it at this moment.

No! She's not Lilith! She's just a replacement! A shapeshifter! Don't be seduced, Garrett, she wants to control you!

She is Lilith, take a good look at her, how perfect she is, the curvature of her shoulders, her face, the color of her pupils, how could she not be my lovely baby?

No. 8 started to get scared because she noticed two emotions of disgust and love in the other person's eyes at the same time.

Garrett said:

"Let's start today's experiment and see if you can withstand the venom of the Abara red spider after understanding the structure of the virus."

He casually left a pile of documents on the table, but without waiting for the girl to start flipping through them, he took out a needle from his arms and pierced the girl's shoulder with her horrified eyes.

"Ahhh!"

She let out a scream of pain and slipped from the chair to the ground.

No. 8 was lying on the ground with his eyes blank, foaming at the mouth, holding his arms on both sides tightly with both hands, and his nails dug deeply into his skin.

Garrett squatted beside No. 8, who could no longer think normally, and gently comforted:

"It's okay, Lilith, dad is here, don't be afraid."

The girl couldn't hear the sound at all, and the severe pain made her only whimper with difficulty.

Garrett looked at the quartz clock on the wall. When the time was up, he quickly took out another needle and injected it into the girl's blood vessel.

The girl's screams gradually subsided and her breathing began to become steady.

My Lilith, this time dad has arrived, this time I have not let you down!

His hand held the girl's forearm tightly, causing the girl to feel pain again, but he didn't care, and a smile of great enjoyment appeared on his face.

In the girl's frightened eyes, all sounds began to blur and all colors became distorted.

Garrett Oliver opened his eyes.

He got up from the bed and put on a white coat.

It’s another new day, where is my Lilith?
Chapter completed!