Seeing Yuan Jing fall silent, Owen sighed lightly, and after reaching out and rubbing it heavily at the center of his eyebrows, his tired expression overflowed.

Although Yuan Jing didn't want to admit it, many of Owen's conditions all pointed to Professor Simon, and now Yuan Jing could only think about Professor Simon's motives for doing these things.

Owen said, "I'm not curious about what you're doing, but I still want to know where the experiment went?"

Yuan Jing was silent for a moment and then said, "The critical moment." ”

Owen said, "It is said that one of the staff members was killed by Thirteen in the experiment not long ago?"

Yuan Jing said indifferently: "What's the surprise, this is not the first time Thirteen has killed someone. ”

Owen stared at Yuan Jing and said, "What I want to know is Thirteen, what kind of method did she use to kill that person?"

Yuan Jing also looked at Owen, and from the other party's eyes, she also saw a kind of persistence.

Yuan Jing sighed lightly, then stretched out his hand, his palm facing Owen, and made a pseudonymous sound of "boom" in his mouth, and then said, "That's it."

Seeing this, Owen frowned, an incredible look appeared on his face, but Yuan Jing continued to add at this time: "There are still seven rooms between them, and if there is only one connection, then there is only a wireless network. ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room froze, this kind of bizarre murder method may only appear in horror movies, and it is really unimaginable that it happens in the naked reality.

Yuan Jing continued: "But you don't have to worry, we found out that it was only the peak state of Thirteen's internal ability at that time, and his ability at that moment was completely uncontrollable, and the person who was killed was just unlucky." ”

Owen said, "But it happened. ”

Yuan Jing looked into Owen's eyes and said, "Many things will always come, and it is useless to avoid them." ”

Owen retorted, "But there are a lot of things we could have prevented!"

Yuan Jing said with a mocking smile on her face: "Isn't it too late to say such things now, you didn't mean to refuse when the teacher found you." ”

Owen had a painful look on his face and nodded lightly: "That's right, a decision that I will regret for the rest of my life, and I think I will have to repent of this matter for the rest of my life." ”

Yuan Jing said noncommittally: "The word confession has never been applied to scientific researchers. ”

"Even if he did something wrong?" Owen was a little emotionally excited.

Although Einstein helped the United States complete the atomic bomb program, which caused tens of millions of people to be affected by nuclear disasters in the future, his impact on the history of science is unquestionable. ”

After a pause, a resolute look appeared on Yuan Jing's face.

"I believe that we have carved out a new future and that a new era awaits us. ”

Looking at Yuan Jing's enthusiastic expression, Owen couldn't help but swallow the words that had reached his mouth, he knew that even if he spit lotus flowers in his mouth, it would not change Yuan Jing's mind.

The only thing that can change people's minds is indestructible facts.

Perhaps sensing Owen's strangeness, Yuan Jing calmed down a little excitedly, and said to Owen: "Thirteen's affairs will be handed over to you, take care of her for us, and now she is our hope." With that, he turned and left the room.

In the room, Owen, who was sitting in a chair, stared at the ceiling with his eyes blank, blank.

...

Ahhh

Intense labor pains came from the depths of Hugo's soul, and he was shocked by the scenes that happened in front of him, but what made Hugo feel even more strange was that these memories must not be his own.

These secret scenes are obviously only known to the parties involved, and judging from the situation at the scene, ZERO was not involved in these events at that time, so where did these memories come from?

Confusion swirled in Hugo's mind again, and the first reaction was that this was Sayuri's synesthesia of her own memory, but in the drizzle of ruins before, Sayuri had made it clear that what happened after that had nothing to do with it.

In this way, there is only one possibility, that your brain has been injected with memories that do not belong to you!

I don't know when this memory was injected into Hugo, maybe when Sayuri was synesthesia with herself, maybe when she was unconscious in some coma, or if... Ten years ago.

The memories that had been injected and those that had been lost were sealed in the depths of the brain at a point in the depths of the brain, and had just been awakened at the same time.

So who instilled this memory in themselves?

Hugo suddenly felt that the answer was about to come out.

...

Time was still passing quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already night, and there was a dead silence in the entire welfare institute and research institute.

Owen walked slowly in the corridor, and the corridor light pulled his shadow extremely long, and there was a slight sense of horror in the comical.

Pushing open the door to the medical ward, the two nursing staff in the room hurriedly stood up and greeted Owen.

Owen waved his hand and lay quietly on the bed, his face calm and relaxed, his eyes slightly closed, like a sleeping princess in a fairy tale.

"How's it going?" Owen casually asked the staff next to him as he looked at the data that had just been synced with the PMT.

The staff said with a helpless bitterness on their faces: "Everything is as usual, and all life indices are normal." ”

Owen nodded, his face sinking into some kind of contemplation.

"Go and rest, I'll be on duty tonight. Owen said indifferently.

"Then how can you go, you better go and rest, we are here..."The staff hurriedly refused, Owen interrupted him: "The patient is about to enter the third day of coma, which belongs to the second stage of special coma, I will come to take care of it on duty, so as to also observe the data." ”

The staff nodded and said, "Then let's stay with you." ”

Owen shook his head and said, "No, if the patient doesn't wake up tomorrow, we will start an emergency consultation, which will be extremely draining, and I want each of you to stay in the best condition." After that, he paused and smiled: "Also, if you stay, it is likely to interfere with my train of thought." ”

The two staff members glanced at each other, smiled, thanked Owen and left the room one after another.

Owen pulled a chair and sat down next to the bed, staring at Thirteen lying on it with solemn eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally Owen's complicated emotions turned into a wisp of absoluteness.

He pulled a needle-like syringe from his bosom and placed it against Thirteen's carotid artery, then injected all of the liquid into it.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to correct my mistake...", Owen said bitterly, and for a moment he seemed to be much older, and the empty syringe fell from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp thud.