Lu Zhan nodded expressionlessly. He suddenly stretched out his rough hand and touched No. 21's forehead.
No. 21's face changed drastically. A chaotic picture suddenly flashed before his eyes, and more and more memories that did not belong to him poured into his mind. He asked in a panic: "You, what are you going to do?"
Guimu gently patted No. 21 on the shoulder and said: "Don't be afraid, I just want you to better understand what I am thinking. I am willing to let Lu Zhan hand over some of my memories to you. You should feel
It's an honor. You have to grow up slowly and become my shadow. From now on, you will hate what I hate, love what I love, and think what I think. Do you understand?"
No. 21 nodded tremblingly. He vaguely saw himself kneeling in front of the operating table, holding a woman who had died and wailing. The woman had a hideous and terrifying face, but the ghost's love and reluctance for her were unbearable.
From the bottom of my heart. "Shanshan, Shanshan, please wake up and don't leave me alone, okay?"
The hysterical crying seemed to be echoing in No. 21's ears, as if he had experienced it all personally.
Guimu said to Yun Shi on the side: "Find someone to treat him well, and when he is almost recovered, hand him over to Jingmo. Jingmo knows how to make him surrender to me forever."
Yunshi naturally knew that Guimu wanted to implant the chip in No. 21's head. He nodded respectfully and said, "Don't worry, sir. We will try our best to cultivate a shadow that best suits your wishes."
'of."
****
On the 21st, he felt groggy and had a splitting headache. It wasn't until a basin of cold water was poured on his face that he gradually regained consciousness.
He opened his eyes and saw that he was in a dark and cramped dungeon. The people standing in front of him were no longer Guimu and Lu Zhan, but Liu Weike and others.
Ying Shuya stabbed a knife into the back of his hand and asked viciously: "Tell me! Where is the real ghost eye hidden?"
No. 21 groaned in pain. The back of his hand was bleeding, and the bright red blood soaked his sleeves. But when Ying Shuya pulled out the knife, the back of his hand returned to its original state.
Liu Weike stopped the furious Ying Shuya and said, "Captain Ying, don't be impulsive. Have you forgotten what punishment you received after abusing lynching?"
"How can you be merciful when dealing with such a person? Only if your heart is harder than his mouth can you pry out the secrets we want to know from his mouth." Ying Shuya pushed Liu Weike away impatiently, and then fiercely
He grabbed the collar of No. 21. "The secret base you mentioned before doesn't even have a single living person! Are you lying to us?"
"Everything I said is true. It's a pity that Mr. Guimu is too cautious. He knows that after I am captured, he will not take a step closer to his former stronghold. He must have found a new place to stay. You are with me
If you spend all your time here torturing me, you might as well hurry up and search." Clone No. 21 said coldly.
Although he was covered in blood, exuding a foul odor, and looked very embarrassed, he still showed an arrogant look.
"I don't need you to teach me how to do it." Ying Shuya said through gritted teeth, and cut his arm with another knife.
Clone No. 21 frowned slightly. He looked at the wound that quickly disappeared and said with a sneer: "Don't waste your efforts. You can't hurt me, let alone kill me. Even the medicine that suppresses superpowers is right."
I am invalid. I have this immortal body, what can you do to me?"
"Even if the wound can be healed, you can still really feel the pain of that moment, right? When you have to suffer all the time, you will probably regret that you have this immortality soon.
Immortal body." Ying Shuya was about to take action again when she was stopped by Gu Siyi who had just arrived.
Gu Siyi said: "Don't continue to waste time on him." He turned to look at Liu Weike aside and said: "We have taken the thin man out of the hospital, should we proceed as planned?"
Liu Weike nodded and said: "If everything is true as Liuexue said, then Guimu probably won't leave the thin man alone. As long as he takes action, maybe his flaws will be exposed."
Ying Shuya asked worriedly: "Can you believe what that woman Liu Yuexue said?"
Liu Weike said: "As of now, we can only know if we give it a try."
****
At this time, Guimu was alone in the room. He stood in the transparent container filled with mutagenic substances. The gray liquid kept rising and falling, and occasionally covered his mouth and nose.
He had been sleepless during this period, and had been trying to purify the mutagenic substances and reduce their harm to the human body. He held his breath and was full of expectations, hoping that like clone No. 21, he would have the power of immortality.
body.
Those liquids turned into densely packed tiny particles in an instant, quickly covering his whole body. Those solid particles seemed to sink into his flesh. Guimu endured the pain, and his body trembled slightly.
After a loud noise, the container suddenly cracked, and the sharp fragments scratched Guimu's limbs, and even the silver mask on his face cracked. Guimu pushed down the shaky container and walked out of it. Those tight
The solid particles surrounding him suddenly turned into liquid again, but surrounded him and did not drip to the floor.
"Mr. Guimu, are you okay?" Dr. Wang rushed in after hearing the abnormal noise in the room.
I saw the gray liquid wrapped with ghostly eyes gradually flowing to the ground and spreading along the floor. Doctor Wang quickly backed away, fearing that he would transform into a monster if he came into contact with the substance. Some of the liquid overflowed his body
The shoes soaked his trousers.
When Guimu's whole body was revealed again, the small wounds on his body had disappeared. He suddenly felt that his weak self became energetic again, and all the discomfort was swept away.
He looked at his hands with great joy and murmured: "Look, I have undergone a change, right?"
Dr. Wang asked uneasily: "Mr. Guimu, do you feel any discomfort?"
"No, I'm very fine. Come on, come here." Guimu waved to Dr. Wang. There was uncontrollable joy in his voice.
Dr. Wang tiptoed around the viscous gray liquid and carefully came to Guimu. "Sir, what are your orders?"
A sharp knife was suddenly pointed at his eyebrow. He was so frightened that he took two steps back, and his face turned pale in an instant.
