Just now, Meng Ting copied Su Wei's ability, but now Su Wei is getting further and further away from her, and her abilities are gradually unable to be maintained. If she cannot restore her original form in time, she may die.
"You can do it, Meng Ting, you can do it." Liu Weike almost wanted to kneel down and beg to God, begging God to give this child a chance to live.
After a while, Meng Ting's body finally became complete, and her yellow skin gradually became rosy.
Meng Ting looked down at her hands that had regained flesh and blood, feeling excited and scared at the same time. She cried in a low voice and was almost speechless.
Liu Weike held her tightly in his arms and said in a trembling voice: "It's all my sister's fault. I didn't protect you. Thank you Meng Ting, thank you for being okay."
Gu Siyi also breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back out the window and saw that the yellow sand outside was gone. They didn't know where to go next to find Su Wei's whereabouts. If Su Wei continued to lose control, what would happen?
What terrible consequences it brings.
****
Late at night, the exhausted Holsang fell asleep on the table in a daze. He also had a stack of information in his hand, which recorded the physical indicators of clone No. 21 and his knowledge of mutagenic substances.
analyze.
He frowned and slept uneasily. At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the door.
Horsang woke up immediately. He rubbed his sore shoulders, stood up and opened the door a crack. After seeing the faces of the people outside clearly, he unlocked the chain lock on the door.
"What's the result?" There was a hint of expectation in Holsang's tone. He has been studying methods to suppress clone No. 21's abilities these days. He will inject him with some drugs from time to time and observe his physical changes.
The Hronc who walked in shook his head helplessly and said regretfully: "Those medicines still have no effect. That guy is still immortal. Even if his arm is smashed into pulp, he can still recover quickly."
He handed the blood sample of clone No. 21 he had just collected to Horsang.
After Holsang was silent for a while, he said: "It doesn't matter, there's still enough time, we still have a chance." He tried his best to convince himself, but he was already a little anxious. He flipped through the information on the table back and forth, muttering to himself:
"There must be a way."
"Doctor, you look very ugly, why don't you take a rest for a while." The Hronc man said worriedly. This man's name was Najie. He suddenly went crazy because of Horsang's calculations and attacked King Andor.
, and was later sentenced to death.
For Horsang, there was no deep grudge between Natier and him. He didn't want the other person to die because of him. So he sent Natier a drug-laced wine the day before he was about to be executed, so that he could fake his death.
Hidden from the eyes of the jailer.
Later, he tried to eliminate Najie's memory and fabricated his life experience, making Najia think that his whole family was persecuted by traitors, and that Holsang was the benefactor who saved him from misery.
From then on, the unaccompanied Najie was loyal to him and trusted him deeply, and became his most effective assistant.
Horsang looked at Najie's concerned look, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. If I can't stand this tiredness, when will we find a way to deal with the ghosts?"
Najie said: "Then let me go and make you a cup of coffee. It will make you feel better."
After a while, Najie returned to the room with coffee. He saw Holsang at the table testing the blood sample of clone No. 21. He would rub his sore neck from time to time, looking very tired.
Najie said: "Doctor, let's drink some coffee and rest for a while."
Holsang was so focused on testing the blood sample that he didn't even have the time to look back at him. "Put it aside for now. I'll drink it later. You go back first. You've worked hard these days."
"Why are you being polite to me? I am helpless in Huailin City. If you hadn't been willing to take me in, I would have been sleeping on the street." Najie couldn't help showing a grateful look. "What do you need me to do?
Although, as long as it is within my ability, I will definitely spare no effort to do it."
"Okay, I'm most at ease with you doing the work." Horsang said, "You go back and rest first. I will contact you again if anything happens."
When Najie left quietly, Horsang immediately locked the door carefully. He rubbed his temples and felt a little dizzy.
Just as he was about to bring the steaming coffee to his mouth, he suddenly paused. After hesitating for a while, he finally came to the bathroom with the coffee cup and poured all the fragrant coffee that was still steaming into the wash basin.
In the pool.
The most profound lesson he has learned over the years is to never trust anyone easily.
Holsang looked at himself in the mirror. His left eyeball was black and shiny, looking like a glass bead. This was an acquired artificial eyeball that allowed him to clearly see things a hundred meters away.
His other eye has shrunk somewhat and his vision is very blurry.
Because he angered Ghost Eye, medicine was poured on both eyes. His left eye was completely blind, and he only had a prosthetic eye installed after he left the ICV. After his eye injury, his superpowers also disappeared.
It has almost disappeared. Only in rare circumstances can one occasionally gain insight into someone else's past or foresee someone's future.
In the few years before Horsang came to Huailin City, he had no memory of the past at all. These memories have only begun to slowly recover in recent times.
He finally knew what kind of persecution he had suffered, and he also knew who his enemy was. But those memories were fragmentary, and he did not recall everything.
Holsang looked at the old face in the mirror, and a feeling of disgust suddenly rose in his heart. This was not his original appearance. This appearance clearly belonged to a disheveled and vulgar tramp.
Intermittent memories kept reappearing in Holsang's mind. He wanted to go through the layers of fog, explore every detail of the past, and pick up every bit of his own, no matter whether those memories were happy,
Still painful and cruel.
He just stared straight at that old face, and suddenly recalled the gloomy voice of the ghost eyes. "Look carefully at that face, and you will live with that face in the future. I will try my best to find him."
The best plastic surgeon will make you look exactly like him. From now on, the talented scientist Liu Zhaomu has disappeared from this world. And you are just a helpless, vulgar and incompetent vagabond."
Holsang once again recalled that one morning in the twenty-sixth year, the ghost dragged him to the outskirts of the city. That was the place where he and Xu Yixin destroyed the laboratory research products, and it was also the place where all the nightmares began.
