Helo raised a hand to cover the light, looked up in the hunting wind, and reflexively jumped up when he saw the muzzles of several black holes, grabbed Gilill and jumped under the bridge.

He plunged into the sea like a torpedo, the flying machine above his head followed him, accompanied by the shrill siren. Gilill didn't know where he was being swept by the waves, the water was so dark that he couldn't see anything but the light that tracked him.

One by one, the flares with the light flames were shot into the water, illuminating the surface of the sea as bright as day.

He simply had nowhere to run.

Due to the bad water quality, he quickly floated up uncontrollably, and was caught by a net falling from the sky and pulled onto the flying machine.

When I opened my eyes again, it was black and nothing else.

"What is this place, and who are you?"

"This is the 'Black Jail'." An inorganic voice said coldly.

Heloh moved his hands and feet, feeling like he was being bound all over, with a helmet-like thing on his head and a few thin wires wrapped around his arms, which felt like a lie detector, but it wasn't quite the same - at least the lie detector wouldn't have two metal clips, one left and one right, on a person's breast.

The pain in sensitive parts of the human body was always particularly intense, and he guessed that it was used to conduct electricity.

In other words, this is not a polygraph, but a torture.

He fell into the hands of the CIA?

This is a convenient way to save him from being forced by Sayero to hide in Tibet.

Whatever you have to come, come on. No matter what happens, he won't turn into another Elling.

Helo smiled coldly and fearlessly, and there was silence in his heart as if he were at home.

The voice was constantly interrogating him with question after question, digging through his personal information like interrogating a criminal. The picture in front of him kept changing as the problem changed, and the memories of good or bad flashed in his mind like lightning, stirring his nerves.

He replied one by one, and he was quite calm—a test that was nothing to a man like him, who liked to intrude into other people's brains as a hobby.

However, his composure came to an abrupt end when they asked the question.

"Do you know you're a replicant?"

Instead of using the term "Keron slave", the interrogator used a more blunt and brutal one.

His heart quickened suddenly.

He remembered Sayero's warning and subconsciously wanted to answer no, but the change in heartbeat and pupils betrayed him at the same time. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his palms were wet.

"Do you know who you are, replicant?"

He instinctively shook his head, the lie detector sounded a sharp alarm, and an electric current spread sharply from the **, causing him to convulse in pain, and instantly smelled the smell of burnt flesh.

"Do you know whose replicant you are?

"Do you have what he does?"

"Have you used this ability to commit illegal and criminal activities?"

"Are you a spy?"

Question after question followed, and he shook his head, letting the electricity pound against his bare chest, leaving a scorched scorching scar on his fair skin. The sharp pain pierced into the bone marrow, he just kept shaking his head, without saying a word, his hands were clenched into fists tightly in the leather cuffs that clasped his wrists, his body shook incessantly, and the blood vessels on his limbs appeared one by one like tree roots in a rainstorm.

He fainted, and was woken up by ice water, shining with bright light, and so on.

I don't know how long it lasted, but the burning current finally disappeared.

"Almost half of the questions were not checked, and the focus was on the second half. This kid has a hard mouth, and it should have been trained by Alex to enable the brain controller to invade his brain. If he had Elling's neurons, he would be able to find clues in his brain. ”

"Understood."

Confused, Helo thought to himself self-deprecatingly, he didn't expect that he would also be invaded into his brain one day, could this be karma? It's a pity that he's perfected the manipulation of the brain controller, and these CIA guys can't help themselves to use it to spy on his brain.

They should worry about how to prevent being counter-accused by him.

At this moment, the helmet was removed, and he opened his eyes to see several men and women in black suits sitting around him, facing the terminal to observe his brain wave images.

One of them walked over and put a headphone-like instrument on his head.

The picture in front of me changed in an instant.

He seemed to be soaked in water, his body cold and damp, and with the gentle swaying of the water, in front of him was a glass fan, behind which were many cylinders, which contained all kinds of human bodies.

Men and women, adults and babies.

The cylinders are marked with numbers, genders and dates of birth, like cans waiting to be sold.

Then it dawned on him that this was the warehouse of the Kronds.

A deep fear was like a stream of water around him.

He began to feel suffocated and reached out to try to crumble the glass, only to find that his hand had become baby-sized, as weak as a pink dough.

He forced himself to calm down, silently reciting the string of passwords that could be separated from the brain control system - as one of the team members who had transformed and optimized the brain controller, this thing was really used by the wrong person.

But suddenly, a hand belonging to an adult man was covered with glass.

He looked up and saw the familiar face as if he were in a lifetime, and instantly realized that this was the scene he had seen at the beginning of his life.

"Sayero!"

The glass was opened, and he silently shouted his name, but only the cry of a baby was heard. He was wet and embraced in the arms of his Creator, like a little beast born from his mother's womb.

Sahero held him in the palm of his hand and stared at him, with a strange and heavy look in his eyes, with a silent pain hidden in his pupils. His blonde hair was short, short enough to show the tattoos on his scalp, his eyes were bloodshot, and his chin was covered with stubble, and he was even more vicissitudes than he had been twenty years later, like a prisoner who had just come out of prison, with a heavy sin on his shoulders.

"Ailing."

He called him so.

"From now on your name will be Herlo - you are a hero."

Heloh heard his heart shudder, shrill and scream.

The image in front of him disintegrated in an instant, crumbling into pieces.

"The fluctuations in his brain waves were so violent that they were out of control. If he doesn't stop now, he may destroy the brain controller, his brain will also be damaged, and he may lose his memory. ”

"But we haven't asked anything yet."

A man plucked the brain control device from the head of the young man who had been tortured, and found that his eyes were closed, and his face showed a look of extreme pain that had not been shown when he had been electrocuted, and his ice-blue eyes were empty and half-open, and a tear slipped wordlessly from the corner of his eye into his sideburns, like a falling star.

"What did he just experience in his own brain? Brain wave activity is intense to such a degree? ”

"Do you see the nerve stress index? It's incredibly painful than an electric shock. ”

The battle-hardened investigator stared at him and asked his boss, the head of the Investigation Department, Bell, suspiciously.

The female captain who witnessed World War III looked at the screen and was silent for a moment, rubbing her forehead: "I just found the initial intersection with Alex." I saw Alex take him out of the petri dish and couldn't believe he would do such a thing. Ai Ling is the core intelligence officer of the CIA, and his brain contains the top secrets of the CIA, which is a terrible thing if it is leaked. ”

"So he has Elling's mind and memory?"

Bell shook his head and brought up the number match graph on the screen - the coverage rate was impressively zero percent.

"I believe in Alex. More than 20 years later, if he would have betrayed the CIA, he would never have waited until now. Hey, Minister, did you hear what he said? He named this Cronn slave Hero? It's in honor of Elling. Ah, speaking of which, Elling's death must have hit Alex hard, after all, the two brothers grew up together and were born and died for so many years......"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but think of the scene of the two brothers walking down heroically on the plane every time they appeared in the past, revealing a look of adoration.

"That's enough," Bell interrupted him coldly, "it's not a memorial service now, let me continue." ”

"How?"

"Try again, amplify the radio waves, and enter his subconscious, where secrets will not be hidden. If we want to help Alex come back, we have to make sure what he did in the first place. ”

"Hey, hero boy, cooperate a little, it'll be over soon."

The investigator carefully adjusted the values on the brain control and put on the young man's head in the chair, and the moment he met the blue eyes, his mind was suddenly frozen.

"What's wrong, Max?"

Bell sensed something was wrong, but it was too late, and she was stunned to see Max suddenly press the unlock button on the torture chair, and the unconscious young man jumped up and held him hostage. One of his hands pinched Max's Adam's apple and wrenched the wires from his body.

"Where's Alex you guys?" Helo gritted his teeth and asked.