There are two sub-laboratories in the laboratory, No. 1 is the equipment room for active subjects, No. 2 is the storage room for passive subjects, and there is a debugging workshop for the maintenance of rooms loaded with active subjects. Cold lights are installed in all laboratories, except for the medical room.

At this moment, a long-haired young man who was wet and wrapped in a large blanket was sitting on the bed in the medical room, allowing Number Seven to wipe his wet toes. A warm glow at the head of the bed stained his figure with an orange edge.

Victor stared at the scene in amazement, until Moore came to him, and then asked, "All the data is stored?" ”

Moore's expression was a little complicated, he stared at Seven's back and said, "Saved." ”

The moment the passive subjects woke up, they didn't know how many instruments had been blown up, but fortunately, the data was saved to the host in time, and they did not incur the most important loss.

"Hey," Victor stepped forward a little crampedly, "we're going to have to check his body somehow ......"

Seven's movements stopped, and he looked up at Jaco, who was speechless. He touched Jako's cold face and stood up.

Jaco's body had been asleep for several years, and he had to undergo a check-up from a health point of view.

Jaco glanced at the two white coats. His head still hurts, and he can't tell the difference between dreams and reality. Ever since he woke up, all his memories had been messed up, and he was using his powerful divine sense to put them all in order.

The man in front of him is the only person Jaco trusts at the moment.

Jaco followed Seven, and Seven followed Victor. They put Jaco in a machine, and Seven said, "I'm here." ”

Jaco grabbed his hand until he couldn't do it anymore, and Seven took his feet with his own hands.

Victor looked at the data and pictures displayed on the screen, and said to Moore seriously: "His body is recovering, but he has been asleep for too long. ”

Moore looked at the data.

"The culture medium can stimulate the growth of his cells, but it cannot completely replace his own activities and reactions."

More glanced at Seven, who was not human, so it wouldn't make much of a difference for him to hold the other's feet. But Seven's behavior is no longer the reaction of an artificial human.

Moore would love to smoke, or have a cup of coffee, whatever. He frowned and sighed, and said to Seven, "Let him rest, you come here." ”

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Jaco lay on the bed in the medical room, his eyes open to the ceiling above his head. There is a small lamp on the wall that emits a soft glow. His eyelids didn't blink, and he could barely hear his breathing.

Jaco's memories were straightened out from the first life until the end when Fred hugged him and kissed him.

What made him feel strange was that the first four hundred and ninety lives, which he had had a vague impression of in the previous lives, had not dispersed, but had become more profound. If it was all a dream of Giaco, why did he remember it so clearly?

Jaco's mind began to ache again, and he gave up his search for a moment and focused on the seven worlds with his lover's involvement. He has been "watching" until the fifth life, the life of his lover named Sun Qifei. It turned out that he was "reborn" once in that life, the previous time was Yue Xian, and the latter time was Qian Jin. Not only did he send himself several emails and regular text messages, but he also fell in love with a person - Xiang Tian before and after. When he was Qian Jin, he also regarded Yue Xian as a rival in love - great, he was jealous of himself, and no one could experience this experience.

Giacco didn't dwell too much on that life, he habitually packed and sealed these memories like a machine, and placed them in the corner, until he was done with it, he suddenly realized what he had done. After confirming his lover, he gradually stopped sealing his emotions for the past, his lover is still here, and he kept his promise to "bring him out", why did he still seal all the emotions that affected his emotions?

Jaco tried to think back to what he had before he fell into the "dream", but nothing happened. He couldn't think of anything.

"The bones of the hand, the bones of the legs, and even the spine have all been injured," said Victor, pointing to the marks on the film, "although he has been cured, his health and life will be greatly affected by the excessive injuries he has received." ”

"His muscle cells have a high rate of regeneration, which is usually the sequelae of overstrain and the injection of cell regeneration fluid, which will make him full of strength and at the same time produce painful sequelae."

"In addition, we need to do an assessment of his psychological state and mental condition." Victor said.

"And his memory." Moore added.

Seven was an artificial human, and his body didn't feel too much pain, but he had felt countless intense pains in Giako's consciousness. He frowned and looked at Giako's body data on the table, feeling nothing but distress.

How much his lover had suffered in that hellish place.

His bone age was only twenty-one years, which was too young for a human being.

Victor quickly drew up a recovery log on his computer, and as he was compiling, Moore stared at Seven and asked, "Does he know you're his agent?" ”

"I don't know what you mean."

"He remembers you," said More, "and you must have told him a lot about reality." ”

Seven raised eyebrows on either side and looked at Moore.

Moore was a little angry: "Do you know that this is dangerous? Once he remembers that you deceived him in his consciousness, he will destroy you. ”

"He didn't."

Of course he didn't, and everyone could see how much that guy trusted Seven. Ever since he left the Passive Subject Containment Chamber, Seven had been by his side and hadn't let him touch anyone.

Moore was speechless and speechless, and Victor pulled him back and said, "We should go talk to him." ”

Victor was the first to leave the small conference room. Seven followed him closely, and Moore had to fall behind. Victor saw their passive subject lying on the bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling without blinking. Victor stepped forward and gently put his hand on the other's shoulder—

However, just as his hand touched Giaco's shoulder, Jaco suddenly grabbed Victor's wrist and turned over violently, pinching Victor's neck and pressing him to the ground! He was half-kneeling above Victor, his eyes cold as a sharp weapon. Victor's face immediately flushed. Moore didn't have time to do anything about it, when he saw Seven rush forward like lightning and hold the other party's hand holding Victor.

Jaco looked at Number Seven for a moment before realizing what he was doing, and slowly let go of his hand. Victor hurriedly stepped back and coughed, looking at Giacco in fear.

Seven carefully let go of Jaco's hand, dragged him to his elbow, and let him sit quietly on the bed.

Jaco felt that his mind was in a mess, and all the images had just been put together before they were messed up by Victor's appearance, which made him a little annoyed, and even more irritated, he found that he couldn't control his reflexes.

Morte blushed and helped Victor up, and Victor stopped his urge to yell at the other man and came to Jaco again. Only this time he didn't dare to touch the other party easily.

"We have no ill will towards you." Victor swallowed and raised his hands. He knew very well how many ways the other party could kill a person in what short time. More intuitively, from the other party's cold eyes, I understood his lifeless concept - a humanoid weapon, which is not bad at all.

Jaco finally looked at Victor. Seven stands beside Jaco, holding his head in his hands.

Victor breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully pulled out a metal round stool from the side: "We just want to know a little about you......" Seeing that the other party was very quiet in the palm of Seven's hand, Victor continued: "Can you tell me what your name is?" ”

My name is Giako.

Jaco wanted to say this, but there was a sense of jealousy. For some reason, he never used his real name for the rest of his life, as if spitting it out would have unpredictable and terrible consequences. He opened his mouth and was silent for a long time, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, until Moore began to smoke impatiently, and he spat out a few words with difficulty: "Nineteen, number nineteen." ”

As if connected to the Internet with a very poor signal, Giaco said in a ghostly way.

Seven paused and looked at Jaco, but didn't get a reciprocated look from him.

"Do you remember your dormant ...... Before Sleep? Victor asked cautiously.

Jaco had tried to reminisce countless times in bed. But his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember anything. But Victor's words made him inexplicably vigilant, and his muscles tightened.

Seven hugged Jaco tightly, he felt the other's nervousness, and his strength prevented Jaco from making a reactive move.

"I don't remember." Giacco said.

Victor breathed a sigh of relief, but Moore frowned.

Victor asked a few more questions without any pain, and Giacco didn't know what to ask. He didn't know who he was, why he fell into a deep sleep, and he didn't know why his lover would enter his "consciousness" to find the real him. And what is the "real him" and what is the "false him"?

Giaco couldn't figure out what was going on, all his memories of recovery only made him understand that the past seven lives, and I am afraid even hundreds of lives, were his "dreams", and when he woke up, he still didn't know who he was.

More and Victor leave with them with Seven, but Seven ignores them. More then called Victor away.

Jaco grabbed Number Seven, stared at the other party's unfamiliar face and asked, "Who am I?" ”

-

Victor followed Moore back to their ** office. Victor knew what Mohr was pondering. Their mission deadline is approaching, and Seven's good news is that they have helped them get it done, but they have to face a very difficult choice.

- Their mission has been accomplished, and the only thing left to do is to send the awakened number nineteen to the Inquisition, a high-level prison.

Once their data is verified, there is a good chance that Seven will fall victim to them, regardless of whether or not he actually breeds human emotions.

If he hadn't, he might have been able to recover the shell after destroying the chip, but both Victor and Mohr knew it wasn't possible. Anyone who sees the number seven will not hesitate to think that he is a real human, especially when he is confronted with the number nineteen.

They don't have too much emotion about number nineteen, they know where he came from, and they know that he's an emotionless killing machine, but they have to take into account number seven. More had warned Victor when things began to happen on the Seven that they would face the day if they continued, but Victor convinced him.

The problem persists, and it is becoming more acute and urgent.

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