He Ningyan was really angry and funny after hearing this: "Is this against spies?"

"Trust me, it's the most comfortable way to do it. Clay Schumann walked up to her.

I have heard that after a drug is administered, the person who is forced to confess will unconsciously say everything when asked.

He Ningyan's brows knotted slightly: "Doctor, I advise you not to do this!"

"This is Pandora's box, please don't open it. She accentuated her tone: "When you understand, you may doubt life... Please trust me too!"

Clay Schumann stood beside her, and the two men looked at each other as if to see each other's hearts.

But after Klay Schumann hesitated, he put the needle gun on her neck and pressed the trigger... put the needle gun next to him and gently touched He Ningyan's head: "Close your eyes, relax, don't worry about anything... ”

He Ningyan felt that his eyes were gradually blurring, and asked softly, "Doctor, you won't leave, will you?"

Clay Schumann was a little surprised, but said, "Yes, I'm not leaving." ”

She smiled and closed her eyes...

It was almost dawn, and Clay Schumann sat down in his chair, put the tablet in his lap, and turned to turn on the recorder next to him.

He wiped his face, which was a little numb, with both hands, and stood up. walked to He Ningyan, who had already removed the restraints and covered with a thin quilt. Gently peeled her eyelids open and looked at her pupils.

The pupils are a little dilated, the breathing is heavy, and the heartbeat is fast, but still within the normal range. After all, she has a strong ability to distribute all kinds of medicines, and she has to inject them every two hours, a total of three injections, and these amounts can make an adult convulsions, and if the body is poor, she will die. But she can eliminate or resist in a short time, which is why every time she is caught and injected with anesthetics, she always wakes up within two hours, catching everyone off guard.

After Clay Schumann thought about it, he went to the side and picked up a bag of saline and hung it on the drip shelf next to the bed, helping He Ningyan to put it on... Blood vessels are very thin, and only when they become so thin will they not be exposed under the skin.

When the needle was inserted into the blood vessel, He Ningyan seemed to slowly wake up.

Clay Schumann gently touched the head of this special woman with his hand, with his usual gentleness: "Don't move, I'm helping you with an infusion, you will have dry mouth and dizziness, it's normal." Close your eyes and continue to sleep for a while, you're tired too. ”

Yes, she was very tired, very tired, really tired, but she couldn't rest, where was the harbor where she could escape the disaster? He Ningyan closed his eyes again and fell asleep deeply.

Maybe she'll sleep for a day, maybe it'll be two hours. Clay Schumann sat down, put his hands together, and let out a long sigh of relief. Reaching for the tape recorder, there were about six hours of recordings in it, and anyone who listened to them would not believe that they were true.

But he believed, he never believed in stories, nor in myths, but only in facts.

Lowering his voice, Clay Schumann turned on the tape recorder, and the voice inside came slowly: "What's your name... What... Full name... He Ningyan... ”

"Age... I don't know... I don't know?... Yes... ”

He Ningyan slowly woke up, and all the restraints on his body had been removed. Looking down at the window, I saw two medical staff outside, leaning on a chair and sleeping on the table.

She tried to sit up, and there was a needle on the back of her hand, and she followed the needle to see a drip shelf next to her, and a saline bag that was about to empty hung from the drip shelf. Clay Schumann, on the other hand, was leaning back in the chair next to him, asleep with his eyes closed.

She looked at the thin quilt on her body, then took it off and gently covered Clay Schumann's body.

He found Clay Schumann holding a small tape recorder in his hand, and reached out to quietly take it down. But Clay Schumann woke up in a flash!

Clay Schumann opened his eyes, looked at the quilt on his body, touched his face with one hand: "Thank you!" and the other hand put the tape recorder into the pocket of his white coat.

Seeing that her drip bag was almost empty, she stood up, took a cotton ball, and helped her pull out the needle.

He Ningyan sat on the bed and asked calmly, "You know everything?"

Clay Schumann held her hand with one hand and pressed the needle with a cotton ball with the other, and looked at her: "Yes!"

Parallel universes, different spaces, unimaginable advanced technology, and this woman is burdened with a shameless mission...

He Ningyan looked at Clay Schumann: "Doctor, what is the meaning of life?" This question may have a reasonable explanation for these highly intelligent people.

Clay Schumann did not answer, and if it had been before, he might have answered: "It is meaningless, it just exists and exists." But now, he needs to rethink.

He Ningyan asked again: "Have you dissected a living person before?"

"Is it curiosity?" Clay Schumann said lightly, "If I said that there was, and tortured a non-human higher creature and dissected it, would you believe it?"

"It's so brutal. "It may be due to a drug reaction, which makes her react a little slower, and when she speaks, it seems a little slow, but it can be gentler. He Ningyan looked at him, then looked at the hand being held, and pressed the needle with the cotton quilt, and said slowly word by word: "But it's not like now." ”

Clay Schumann smiled, although this woman was not the most beautiful he had ever seen, but it was definitely the most interesting and special.

For him, humans are just animals, and their IQ is a little higher than that of ordinary animals. Even if it's a beauty, he will not hesitate, the last time the alien lifeform was packaged as a beautiful beauty... But this heterotrophic organism composed of cells turned everything upside down.

It seems that she hasn't been able to recover yet, after all, there is a bit more scopolamine after fighting, and Clay Schumann held her face with his hand: "Do you still want to sleep?"

"Hmm~" She nodded slowly and confusedly, just like a poor and helpless kitten and puppy, completely devoid of her usual sharpness.

Thinking of the way she had beaten and run before, Clay Schumann smiled knowingly, gently hugged her, touched her head, and then helped her lie down, and covered her with the thin quilt next to her: "Sleep a little longer." ”

He Ningyan closed his eyes and muttered, "Doctor... ”

Clay Schumann gently grabbed her hand: "I won't go, rest assured to sleep." ”

There was no sound next, and He Ningyan quickly fell asleep.

Others may wonder why they don't want to let her go when they know they might tear her up, but Clay Schumann knows why.

It is better to die at the hands of an unknown man than at his hands. That's why He Ningyan has never hated him, and the condemned prisoner who is about to be beheaded will not hate the executioner. If you want to die, then die...

The psychology of wanting to die but not dying, and being afraid but not afraid of death, is also a special case that he has encountered for the first time. After all, he is still a doctor of human psychology, and even the thoughts of a madman can be analyzed.

As a person who has not received systematic education, has an average IQ, and only relies on chip input knowledge and the accumulation of later survival, her feelings are so delicate that she inadvertently injects warmth into every iron heart. Except for Dr. Hammer, that real anti-human genius plus madman!

Thinking of the genius female scientist revealed by He Ningyan in his story, Clay Schumann suddenly felt a kind of jealousy, jealousy of his talent, if he could also have such an ability, he would be able to live forever, just like Kim and Charles, he would have enough time. But now, he doesn't even know how to remove or increase the telomeres of genes.

Scientists around the globe are studying signals, because all of them can't make black holes at the moment.

That's the gap, the terrible gap!

By cooperating with the higher-ups, he has more resources than ordinary scientists, and can do any experiment he wants, even if it is inhumane. What the hell has he been doing all these years?

When the gap is like a huge gulf that can never be filled, even farther than the Milky Way, and ultimately human beings cannot reach it in a short lifetime ... What is the meaning of his life?

Seeing He Ningyan fall asleep again, Clay Schumann turned around and walked out of the laboratory.

Seeing that the two medical staff were still asleep, their fingers tapped on the tabletop.

One of them almost fell off his chair, and the other quickly straightened up and held his glasses. They all looked at it in horror: "Doctor!"

Clay Schumann smiled slightly: "If you wake up, go to the civilian office and call Stephanie over, I'll wait for her in Lab 4." ”

Stephanie walked into the lab with trepidation, not knowing what to call her to do.

Clay Schumann sat on a chair and looked at this civilian who was known as the first beauty in the base, and when he first came, he also threw a flattering look at him, probably knowing something about him, and seeing him in the future was like seeing a ghost.

Well, at the age of 27, although it is starting to decline, the figure is still very good. There are not many wrinkles on the face, and it will be difficult to say in another two years. So she's in a hurry to find a man to marry now!

Judging from the physical examination report in the database just now, her physical condition is still quite good, and there is no disease.

Clay Schumann spoke: "Take off your clothes." ”

She did have delusions about the head of this laboratory, but no one would find a boyfriend or even a husband who would cut open a supermodel suspected of aliens with a scalpel.

Clay Schumann looked at her coldly: "If you don't want to, just go out." ”

Do you dare to go out? If you go out, will you let her go? As long as this guy makes a report, he can immediately arrest her and tie her to the operating table. Maybe this way of expression is a bit direct, but it doesn't affect the fact that I like her.

Maybe... This is an opportunity, how do you know if you don't try it?

After Stephanie figured it out, she took off her uniform jacket and walked towards Clay Schumann with a smile on her lips as charming as possible...

Clay Schumann was dressed, and Stephanie, who was getting more and more nervous, saw the opportunity to help pick up the white coat. Just now Clay Schumann was so calm at all times, so cold that she was scared.

Clay Schumann did not refuse, and after putting on the white coat, he buttoned it neatly, turned around and stretched out his hand, gently squeezing Stephanie's jaw.

This frightened Stephanie a lot, and she looked at the pale eyes of this cold-blooded doctor with a pale face.

Clay Schumann carried a small amount of mild calm and indifference as usual: "If the world is not destroyed this time, I will marry you." With that, he walked out.

Stephanie froze for a moment, and stood there in her underwear for a long time, and only after a long time did she laugh out loud, with a little smugness.

It's just a heterotrophic organism composed of cells, and when you look at this face, which looks beautiful like a flower from a distance, and has a pitted skin and a small amount of freckles up close, and is smeared with three layers of powder, it feels nothing. Even with the fact that there is skin, it is still the case, all the heartbeat is speeding up or something, it is just a physiological reaction given by natural evolution.

Maybe his genes also lack emotional genes like He Ningyan.

Walking to the laboratory, He Ningyan was still asleep, sleeping very deeply. Gently picked up He Ningyan's hand, looked at the black green on the back of his hand, and there was a small pinhole in the middle of the blood condensation, which was left after hanging the needle just now. I couldn't help but rub it gently, wanting it to retreat as soon as possible, even if it was ten days later, she would go back, and her body would reshape.

This hand seemed to feel something, and the fingers closed slightly, grabbing his hand... Suddenly Clay Schumann knew one thing, why this woman came here, not only to verify the possible destruction of this world, but also to make him understand that his humanity had not completely disappeared.

I woke up again, and I was awakened by the smell of food.

He Ningyan opened his eyes and saw the medical staff coming in with a plate.

She sat up slowly, and the medical staff saw that she was awake and went straight to her.

Place the plate on a special low table, which is not actually for plates, but for "specimens" during dissection. Of course, I don't dare to say this, not only did I let go of blood or something, but also the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, men, women, not men and women, and not human beings.

He Ningyan ate the food: "Where's the doctor?"

Who knows if he's doing a physical analysis of the source of the virus, or testing for antibodies, or whatever?

So he asked, "What are you looking for him?"

"Oh~" He Ningyan ate slowly: "Ask him when he will dissect me." ”

"What?" I didn't understand, but there was something wrong with my ears.

"There's no hurry about this, just ask when he's free. Seemingly very calmly, while eating, he said, "The last meal is better prepared, this is not enough! If you need an empty stomach, please serve it early." ”

The corners of the other party's mouth twitched slightly: "Okay, I'll ask." "Walked out, does this woman have a problem with her brain, even if the doctor does know how to dissect, don't ask.

But the question is, is he going to ask or not to ask?

After thinking about it for a long time, he still went to ask. After all, the doctor said that anything about this woman must be reported immediately.