Clown Sith held the shotgun in his right hand and dragged the man in a white research suit with his left hand to the door of a biochemical laboratory marked with the number "0". He looked down at the dying man and said in a sincere tone: "

Baby, it's your time to play again! Seize the opportunity and perform well."

As he spoke, the clown Sis picked up the man's right hand and pressed his bloody index finger on the electronic lock. A soft and pure French accent in Paris sounded from the speaker: "Please verify the iris."

The clown Sith poked the man's head with a shotgun: "Hey! Sir, please open your eyes!" Then he grabbed the man's collar, lifted him up, and put the man's face in front of the scanner.

.A red light swept across the mask, and the electronic lock issued an error message of "beep, beep, beep": "The iris was not detected correctly, please re-enter the fingerprint."

The clown Sith said angrily: "These damn high technologies are simply insulting people's IQ!" He pushed the man away, raised the shotgun, pointed it at the electronic lock and pulled the trigger, and there was a "bang" sound.

There was a loud noise, white smoke came out of the electronic lock, and the LCD panel was dented.

"There is no safety in this world." The Clown Sith pushed the door open with the "Dragon Eye" shotgun, and a ray of light came out from inside and shone on the dark corridor, like a light from another world. The Clown Sith blocked

He was completely blind, but after stepping in, he seemed to remember something, turned around and bent down to lift the man who had collapsed at the door.

He said to himself: "I almost forgot about you."

The light in the room was bright, and if you listened carefully you could hear the sound of the diesel generator rotating. The clown Sith looked around for a moment. The wardrobe, protective clothing, and sink were all in a standard sterile laboratory dressing room. He walked to the middle of the room with a thick wall between them.

After looking through the thick observation glass, the other side was the second dressing room. The clown Sith looked at the wardrobe and the precautions posted on the wall, licked his lips, put the shotgun on the table, and turned on the faucet to wash it.

He took his blood-stained hands, wiped them casually on his pants, picked up the shotgun, and led the man in white toward the second locker room.

The moment the door was opened, a burst of white gas spurted out from above his head. Although the Clown Sith was wearing a mask and couldn't smell the smell of hydrogen peroxide at all, he still raised his shotgun and waved his hand to fan away the white gas.

After walking through the second dressing room, I entered a laboratory that was not particularly large. There was a cylindrical petri dish in the middle. The petri dish was surrounded by a circle of electronic instruments. There was an embryo in the green culture fluid.

Shape-like things are floating. The long table against the wall is piled with a variety of messy things, including observation and analysis microscopes, electrophoresis machines and other conventional instruments, as well as some cactus green plants, animal skulls and messy magazines.

At this moment, a man wearing a white protective suit was sitting at his desk working on the computer.

The clown Sith put down the man in his hand, and first observed the embryos in the petri dish with interest for a while, then walked to the desk and flipped through the magazines on the table, then casually dragged a computer chair to the middle of the room, lowered

The voice said: "nietoseeyouagain,carolina(Carona)."

The man in the chemical protective suit did not look back, but said in German: "langenihtgesehen, sith." (Long time no see, Sith.)

Clown Sith held the barrel of the Longan shotgun with one hand and covered the hole of the gun with one hand. He used the long shotgun as a crutch between his legs. He said with a smile: "It seems to take thirty years."

Got it!"

Hearing Sith switch to German, the man whom the clown Sith called Carona put down his pen, closed the notebook on the table, and turned his head. Under the mask of the chemical protective suit was a pair of tired and deep expressions.

He had blue eyes, but there were fine lines around them. He first looked at the clown Sith, then at the man in white who fell on the ground, frowned slightly, and whispered: "No, it's thirty-one

A year and forty-seven days."

Clown Sith shrugged his shoulders: "Really? I didn't expect that the Berlin Wall had collapsed so many years ago."

"The visible wall has fallen, but the invisible wall has not yet fallen." Carona said softly.

"Don't be so deep." Clown Sith spread his hands, "It makes me feel a little bit sad."

"Sad?" Carona laughed, "The word coming out of your mouth really sounds like black humor."

"Isn't black humor the highest state of humor? This is really a perfect compliment." Clown Sith's tone became higher, "Just like our lives."

Carona was silent for a while and said sadly: "I really didn't expect you to become like this."

"It really saddens me that you would say such things." Clown Sith's tone also became lower, "I originally thought you could understand me, Carona."

Carona suddenly stood up from the chair, and he said angrily: "No, I can't understand! You have become a changed person since you came out of the (Kaiser Wilhelm) orphanage. I really didn't expect that you would discredit the orphanage."

He was like a loving father who raised and taught each of us. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be alive today."

Hearing Carona mention the "Dean", the clown Sith fell into an indescribable state. He sat on the chair and trembled like chaff. After a while, he covered his mask and let out a weird laugh of "chuck, chuck, chuck"

, the laughter was like a sound of air leaking from the throat. After laughing, he looked at Carona and whispered: "Oh~! Have you ever been excluded and ridiculed by others for having no parents?

The Nacui piglet? Now think back, has he ever done anything but give us cheap verbal comfort after we were insulted and bullied?"

"But Dean, and those teachers did not conduct inhuman experiments on us! You are lying! You are slandering those who have taught and protected you!"

"Oh! Dear Carona! I'm just exaggerating a little. Haven't we been selected into the orphanage? Haven't we gone through countless physical tests? Haven't we been deliberately trained to become energy receivers? This

You've been through it too."

"But we were not mistreated! We were not treated as guinea pigs locked in a cage! Especially the dean, he is a good person!"

"Yes, the dean is a good person, I know."

Carona sneered and looked at the clown Sith with contempt.

"But you don't know that it was the director who asked me to say this to the West Germans. He told me that the West Germans didn't like to hear this. They didn't expect the orphanage at the Kaiser Wilhelm Club to be a place for gifted children or the control of special powers.

They hope that this is an evil, secret, and inhuman orphan concentration camp for the Source of Life Project. Just as the dean said, this is what the West Germans like to hear. They hope that we are nothing more than a 'life source'.

Victims of the Source' plan, they hope that East Germany will use us as guinea pigs to conduct inhuman experiments on us in order to study the "Chosen One". They hope that we will experience a miserable life in East Germany, so that they can be satisfied and use it.

We serve as propaganda to warn other 'stalkers' not to believe in the Soviets and not to believe in the 'Sunflower Flag'. They will treat us well only if we tell them what they want to hear." The Clown Sith shrugged, "You want to see

Look, if I weren't giving these sensational speeches about how evil East Germany and the Kaiser Wilhelm Club were, would they have given us a good life? Would they have made us role models and given us the opportunity to go to higher education?

?They will just train us to be workers and then stuff us into factories like piglets! Seriously, you have me to thank."

The hoarse and weird voice of the Clown Sith floated in the laboratory, like the cold wind over the cemetery.

Carona was shocked at first, then silent.

"Look at the other people in the orphanage? They once rejoiced for the fall of the Berlin Wall, but what have they gained now? As you said, the Berlin Wall that surrounded you has fallen, but the wall in your heart has not. For the proletariat

As far as the class is concerned, it is nothing more than changing from a uniformly distributed fence to a different fence that you work hard to buy, and euphemistically call it marketization! It is just adding various additives to the uniformly fed feed, ostensibly making your own

They choose what to eat, but they constantly use advertisements to induce you to look like what they want! They use money to lock people in concrete fences, and use junk food and cheap sugar water to fill their brains with fat."

"No, not everyone is like this, people have the freedom to choose!"

"Hahahaha!" Clown Sith laughed wildly. He grabbed the shotgun and laughed back and forth on the chair. "Carona, you are still so naive. Do you think you jumped out of the fence after becoming the Chosen One? I think I did the same back then.

I had fantasized about it! I did what I wanted to say and said some things that big figures in West Germany liked to hear. The worse I made my past experiences, the greater my gains. This was also the case. But they soon got tired of it and

I became a clown and was forgotten in the corner. I thought, it doesn’t matter, free competition is good, I studied hard, and I regained the stage with my strength. You must not have imagined how hard I worked, nor how close I was to success. I once thought that I

I was successfully promoted to a member of the upper class with my wisdom, and I finally got rid of my identity as a clown. I learned etiquette, practiced proper manners, mastered elegant conversation, and tried to integrate into the upper class. But every time I go to a party, you know they will

How to introduce me? Time and time again, they took the trouble to say that I came from the Kaiser Wilhelm Club in East Germany. Then everyone began to pity my origins and lamented how difficult it was for me to walk to this luxurious palace! But behind my back

But he said contemptuously that the East German experimental pig also wanted to become a noble?"

"At that moment, I realized that I could only be what they wanted, and I couldn't be anything else, euphemistically calling it a class." Clown Sith paused, looking into Carona's godless eyes.

, said: "Remember the De Maier who once taught us literature? On the day the Berlin Wall fell, he was the first to rush in and tell us that 'the Berlin Wall fell', Germany had regained its freedom, and he took us out

He took to the streets to participate in demonstrations and shouted "We are the people". Two years ago at the right-wing rally, he took to the streets again, still shouting the old slogan "We are the people". After gaining "freedom", they began to miss it.

Where there used to be cheap housing, free medical care and free education, cursed capital has depleted humanity, leaving only rampant materialism and endless extraction.”

"There is no perfect system in the world." Carona whispered, "No."

"Yes, Carona. Chaos and disorder are the most perfect system. I will save the world in my own way and open people's fences."

"That's ridiculous. You're just looking for an excuse for your massacre."

"Do I need to make an excuse?" Clown Sith looked up at the sky, pretending to think, "I just hate this world like a pig farm, it's smelly and boring, and I also hate you group of chosen ones who are always aloof.

Herders, you do nothing but maintain your rule. So, what meaning does the Chosen One have to humans? They are just killing tools made of money."

Carona sneered: "Aren't you also the chosen one?"

"Yes! Me too, so I especially need the 'God Gene' to subvert the rule of the Chosen One."

Carona shook his head and said: "You are too whimsical."

"Really? Before Christmas, don't you think that killing General Phillip is also a fantasy?" Clown Sith's tone was sharp, and the ridicule in it was palpable, "What's more, if it is too easy to realize this kind of thing, what's the point?

pleasure?"

Carona was speechless. After a while, he looked at the man lying at the feet of the clown Sith, pretending to be dead, and sighed: "Let Thierry go! He and I are just ordinary researchers.

I wonder where the God gene is!”

The clown Sith smiled: "Carona, you don't think I'm chatting with you so much just to ask you where the God gene is, right?"

"Then what do you want? I have nothing to give you!"

"Carona, we all had the experience of intercepting energy from quantum satellites when we were children. I know that you must have a deeper understanding of the 'God gene' than others, so you must have research results. If you can really unlock the 'God gene'

The mystery of genes' maybe I can subvert the world without killing so many people!"

Carona rolled his throat and said: "All the research information is in the database. Now the data center has disconnected the link, and there is no way to extract it."

Clown Sith was about to speak when the cell phone in his pocket rang. He took out the cell phone and took a look at it. Then he shook the cell phone in front of Carona and said with a chuckle: "Look at our cute rice."

Commander Sher wants to escape with the 'God Gene'. Then I can't agree to it."

Carona glanced at Clown Sith's cell phone and said nothing.

Clown Sis stood up, put his cell phone in his pocket, picked up the longan shotgun, and said in a joking tone: "Carona, you should be a little confident, how can data be more important than you?"

Carona stared at the shotgun in Clown Sith's hand and said solemnly: "I will never promise you, even if you kill me, I will not go with you."

"You will." Clown Sith turned and walked towards the door. He said without looking back, "Anyway, you already betrayed Ou Yu three years ago! If it weren't for your help, the Chinese wouldn't be able to steal it."
To be continued...