I couldn't understand what the man in front of me was saying, I couldn't understand what was going on. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's wrong? Why are you stupid? "This gray-haired, wrinkled man asked me, and he seemed to know me well and even called himself dad in front of me.

I solemnly put down the ribs, looked at him and asked, "You usually talk to me like this?" "I don't know if it's a joke or if it's serious.

"Are you still angry with your father?" He looked at me intently, and I still had a serious expression. "The affairs of the base are also for the overall situation, you have to understand Dad."

He has a father, and it seems that this relationship is a certainty. If he is my father, then why is he dead in both memories? One of the memories was instilled in me by Moday, and it seemed that Moday was also his man, and combined with the words in San Francisco, I believe that Moday was afraid of him to some extent. If I am afraid, then the memory he gave me should be the instruction of this "gentleman".

A father who made me think he was dead, and now he has come up and pretended nothing happened to talk to me... Is he tempting me? Test if my memory is correct?

I know that I am not smart, these people are so old, have a high social status, and are cunning, I can only play in my true colors, so as to adapt to all changes.

"The big picture? What's the big picture? What is most important in your eyes? I asked what I was right, and according to what he said, it probably occurred to me that I might be the "betrayed high-ranking person" that the guys at the base said.

"Daughter, you don't understand, this world needs wisdom, and people now insult this world." He held me the food, but I stopped using my chopsticks. "Everything we do, it's for the world."

He spoke earnestly, and I just thought he had gone into the wrong way. We are all part of this world, and don't his words mean that we ourselves have insulted the world? Now that science and technology are advanced and civilization is progressing, I think this should be proud, how can anyone think that this is an insult?

I didn't speak, I looked at the dishes in the bowl with mixed feelings.

"You've decided to come back?" He asked me with a little surprise. I looked up at him, and his gaze was fixed on the envelope that had been on the table when I sat down. This envelope was given to me by fake Ah Cheng yesterday, let me take it today, I don't know what it means, so I can only continue to speak.

"It's good to be back, it's okay to be back, we'll go to the base later." When he saw that I didn't deny it, he became happy, and gave me a lot of vegetables, and told me to eat them one after another.

At this time, if I want to leave, I can't leave, anyway, it's all here, and if I come, I will be safe, and maybe I will find some traces of my original here. Thinking about this, I didn't care so much anymore, and took chopsticks and put food into my mouth. In fact, I was hungry for a long time, and I ate several plates of meat in three or two clicks.

During the meal, Mo Dai stood motionless outside the curtain, and he didn't seem to be as imposing as Ah Cheng said. I didn't pay much attention to him and enjoyed the food on my own.

After a while, I chatted for a while, in fact, it was the person who called himself my father talking to himself, and I couldn't accept that I had an extra father for no reason for the time being, so I should call him Mr. When he was talking, I was thinking, maybe this is the reason why Zhang Yimo doesn't want me to remember the past, if this is really my father, then what kind of deformed family do I live in? My mom last time I met, my sister Gal, were they involved in these things? What is the relationship between Zhang Yimo and this transformation base? Maybe he also knew that Mo Dai was the boss behind the scenes, or maybe it was for this reason that he made up nonsense that my stone was not a spirit stone, and he had to ask Mo Dai to bring the stone.

I followed them back to the temple, and on the way I passed a large military tent area, and I subconsciously looked twice. There were soldiers stationed in the tent area, and one of us was coming out of the tent as our car passed, but the wind and sand were too strong for me to take a closer look. Mo Dai and Fake Ah Cheng didn't speak along the way, and when Mr. asked me where I had been during this time, I replied in a foolish way that I was going to relax. He laughed, and I stopped talking.

I thought we were going back to the temple, but after passing the temple, the car continued to go up the hill for two or three hundred meters before stopping, there was a big hole here, the cave was pitch black, we went down the soft ladder on the side of the cave, and after reaching the ground, my husband asked me if this hole was also a place to relax, I didn't understand what he said, and I didn't answer.

There was flowing water in the cave, and the light was insufficient, so Fake Ah Cheng turned on the flashlight and walked in front, taking us along the flowing water for a distance. Then, the road began to show a staircase to the underground, this passage I didn't find before with Zhang Yimo, so where does this road lead?

The staircase passage is bent, the flashlight column shines straight down to the wall, we line up to go down, there is a damp wind blowing up in the passage, there is water at the top of the passage, and it stays along the wall, and every time we take a step, there will be a sound of swishing water.

That's it, all the way quiet. We walked for more than ten minutes, and after the first bend, the road behind us was all straight, which reminded me of another stone staircase: the place where I was held. It was also a straight stone staircase, and it was very long, with rooms on either side of the staircase, where I had been imprisoned. Could it be that the road is open?!

I kept my eyes on the environment of the passage as much as I could, and the further down it went, the more it resembled the stone steps. We finally left the road and walked towards a side road that appeared next to the stone staircase, and I was sure that if we continued down, we would definitely reach the test hall.

What is new is a flat road, and we follow it all the way to an anti-theft door. Fake Ah Cheng opened the door, and the gentleman went in first, and I followed. Inside the house is a downward staircase, I don't know who planned this road, and it takes a long circle. The staircase connects to the hall, which is the same road that they came down last time, next to the elevator.

"Does it feel kind?" The gentleman walked in front and was in a good mood.

I didn't answer.

He showed me around the room, stopping at an operating table against the wall, where a red-skinned man lay with a black chain around his neck tied to an iron ring on the ground.

"Remember, your kids, they survived." The gentleman introduced me and it seemed that this was an attraction. With that, he took me away again.

My baby? What do you mean? Maybe it's my experiments. I waited for the truth of the matter. Speaking of children, I subconsciously touched my stomach with my hand, and the sharp-eyed fake Ah Cheng asked me if I was hungry, I nodded, and he gave me a piece of chocolate, which I didn't eat and put it in my pocket.

At last I finally found a place to rest, which was in the houses built around the cave above, but I always felt that something was different. The houses here all have doors.

"It's still your old room, we'll start tomorrow." The gentleman only said two words and left, leaving the fake Ah Cheng to guard.

"Why don't you go?" I sat in a chair and observed the room setting. Even though it was my old room, there was nothing here, and it seemed that no one had lived at all.

"Sir told me to stay here." Fake Ah Cheng still kept his head down. He has been angry with me since the first time he saw me, and my husband has been lukewarm to him, and I have long seen that he takes care of me in small ways.

"Alright, he's gone." I tried to squeeze out his words, and he did.

Fake Ah Cheng turned around and closed the door, sat next to me and looked at me, he had an expression on his face, frowning, and worried. "Garry, don't be angry."

He called me Garry?! Ah Cheng calls me Little Gal, Zhang Yimo calls me Nini, the name Garry appears in that wrong memory, which part of that memory is wrong?

"I'm not angry, I don't need to be angry." My answer was ambiguous, and he panicked.

"I know you've had a bad time, I've always been there for you." His tone was serious, and I avoided his gaze. "I know you've regained your memory now, you have to believe me, I really didn't know it at the time."

He knows my memory!? Recover? Which paragraph does it refer to?

"I'll only give you one chance, explain once, you have to think clearly, I won't give you any other chance." I pondered for a long time and then turned to him, on the one hand, I wanted to make him feel that I had decided to give him a chance because I had thought about it, and on the other hand, I needed to think about how to answer it.

The house is a boxy room, a bed, a desk, a bookcase, and two chairs. I sat face to face with him, and I was going to watch every expression on his face.

"Actually, I didn't mean to leave at that time, I really didn't know that you were the daughter of Mr., and I didn't know all this until you came to the base." He sighed and continued: "You have lived with Zhang Yimo since you were a child, he is your fiancé, what do you say I should do?" ”

I listened carefully to his words, searching for the events of memory, Zhang Yimo mentioned that I had been in love with someone else, and there was also this paragraph in my memory, is he that person?

Fake Ah Cheng continued: "Your sister pretended to be you to the base, I really don't know, you two look too similar, she wears your clothes again, her Chinese name is Gal, I really thought it was you, everything is not what you see, I thought it was you, in order to save you, I would propose." ”

He was annoyed, and I was dumbfounded. Oh, my God! What kind of time has this been!? Why is Gal impersonating me? Or did she just come here and happen to meet him to propose? I should have been in love with Zhang Yimo at that time, why did I still have emotional entanglements with him?

"How long did it take you to find out?" I took a sip of water, and I needed to suppress the alarm.

"I don't know, you were always cloudy and sunny during that time, you will be good to me and hate me for a while, I prefer to believe that it is you who are good to me, because you know, I have always loved you. Unfortunately, Garr seized on this and fooled me. I really thought it was you, Garry, I swear, I've never met your sister, and if I love her, I'm more in love with that face like yours. "Fake Ah Cheng actually cried! Oh, my God! The two Ah Cheng love to cry.

"So you're insensitive?" I was very moved to hear it, but when I thought of the last time he pointed a gun at my hideous face, I was angry.

"Yes, I'll admit, I'm going to break down after you left, and Gal says you'll forget about me. Sir let Gal control your memories in order not to let you tell the secrets of the base, so when I found you and appeared in front of you again, you took me for another person. He covered his face with his hands, tears spilling out of his fingers.

"When?" I asked this question a little inconsiderately, and I can't tell if what he said is true or not.

"It's the time when Moday kidnapped us. That night, I went to the villa to look for you, and you called me Ah Cheng. ”

Kidnap? Did Moday kidnap me? God, when will this damn memory come back? I was angry and couldn't show it, so I could only frown.

"At that time I stole the information of your visit to Ketopasi from my husband, because I had been there with you before. There was a portal in one of the crypts in the Smoky Mountains, and we didn't know it was until we got to Ketopasi until Mr. told me about your whereabouts, which I thought was very similar, so I stole the information out and found the slate you left behind the last time you went. He was sure, and that explained why the Italian language appeared in the cave of Ketopasi. But I still can't fully believe what he said.

"How do you know it's a portal?" I wondered what I knew at the time.

"You told me about the portal, and you said it was a very old and advanced technology." He replied without much thought. It seems a lot like what I said.

"Why did Moday kidnap me?" Moday said that he could not go against my father's wishes, so why did he kidnap me at that time? Also, I remember that Ah Cheng also said before that we went to Ketopasi and were chased and killed by Modai, and he also tampered with my memory. What is he?

"At that time, Mo Dai thought that his family was killed by his husband, so he always wanted to seek revenge." As he spoke, there was a knock on the door.

"Third Miss, Mr. invites you over for dinner."

"My leg hurts, bring me the food." I refused, eating would delay my conversation. The man outside the door answered and left.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Fake Ah Cheng leaned over to look at my legs, and I just replied that I had walked far.

"How can you be sure that what you are saying now is not what Mr. taught you?" I think that when I asked this sentence, it was a compound logic before and after the combination.

"Garry, you can not believe everything, but my feelings for you are true." He assured me, but that didn't make me feel more trust in him.

"How is Gal now?" I wonder why the deceitful Gal in this story is trying to provoke me and this man who is both to the point of proposing.

"Two days ago, Mr. asked her to do something else, the day Modai brought you back."

Isn't Gal in Italy? Didn't she give birth to a baby? The little man I met last time I went down with Zhang Yimo, and the voice was really Gal?

"You know what, I don't believe what you're saying at all. Why is Gal impersonating me? Why ruin my life? ”

"Garry, I know you are very kind, but others will not be as kind as you, Mr. acquiesced to you being with Zhang Yimo, also to restrain his movements, Gal is different from you, she has lived by Mr. since she was a child, and she is very supportive of Mr. 's dream, so you have to marry Zhang Yimo, so she cut off all possible possibilities to block this matter."

"Then I'm here now, and he's going to marry me to Zhang Yimo?" I think it's contradictory, whether it's true or not.

"You have a marriage contract with Zhang Yimo, with this, Mr. is unscrupulous, judging from Zhang Yimo's performance, he cares about you very much." Fake Ah Cheng kept his head down when he said these words.

"And what is your role?" I sneered at him, which means I don't believe it. You can't get rid of your old suspicions just because of a single conversation, everything takes time, and I can't go wrong with that logic.

"I can't disobey sir, I want to, but I can't." He looked at the ceiling and behaved grumpy. I've heard Moday say that before, and I don't understand what it means, or I know, I just don't remember.

After the conversation he left. I didn't tell him if I would forgive him, and I don't know if what he said could be trusted. After eating, I started sleeping. Here I can only judge day and night by looking at the electronic clock, and when I go to bed, the time shows half past eight in the evening.

The dream was chaotic, I couldn't remember the exact content, and when I woke up, the electronic clock showed seven o'clock in the morning.

I sat in my room for two hours before someone knocked on my door. In the past two hours, I thought back to the house with Zhang Yimo when I walked here before, and I didn't find a house with a door, could it be that they added a door later? Before they took me up to this house, I also took the stairs next to the elevator in the base hall, and after coming up the stairs, I went around a long circle to the top of the cave, and then went down three floors to get here.

There must be something wrong, but I haven't figured it out yet.

At nine o'clock, someone took me to the test hall, and everyone stood in line in protective clothing, looking down and not daring to look directly. I can't remember anything about the experiment, but what should I do if they talk about it later?

After everyone met, I was taken to the bed of the red-skinned man I saw yesterday, and my husband gave me a record, which was full of numbers, and I looked up and looked up, and it was all data such as heartbeat and body temperature. I flipped through it quickly, and the numbers did not fluctuate much, indicating that the indicators of this red-skinned man were basically stable.

"This is the perfect replication, and it won't be long before he can transform into a real person." Sir is very happy. "We need you, Nini, only you can bring them back to life."

Can I bring them back to life? Perhaps, but I don't know how to do it. I couldn't find the words to answer, so I could only continue to look at the record.

The gentleman couldn't wait for my answer and asked me, "Do you have any concerns?" ”

I shook my head.

"Then we can get started." He took the notebook from my hand. He looked at me with a different look, which was a command.

"Show me your previous recipe data first." I pretended to be calm.

"Dear daughter, you don't have to look at the previous recipe, you saw it, it was successful, you just need to continue with your recipe." There was no longer a smile on his face.

"I don't think you have any new recipes." I've been here before, and with Zhang Yimo, I've heard the old man who was taken away by Zhang Yimo say it, and I've seen their failures with my own eyes.

"Yes, we don't have a new recipe, and now that you're back, we don't need a new recipe either, yours is fine." He didn't say anything more to me, and dragged me to the base made in the cavern outside the test hall.

"Let's go, I'll be here with you." My husband found a chair and sat down, and I didn't know how to start with the pestle in front of the computer.

"I forgot." I replied to him with a sense of pity. I really don't remember, but now I'm going to show that I'm not willing to give.

This sentence angered the gentleman, and he raised his hand and slapped me the left cheek. I definitely had a handprint on my face, but it didn't threaten me.

"Do you know I'm going to do this to you? Zhang Yimo handed you over, don't expect him to save you. "He seems to have great information, and he is on his toes." I know what Zhang Yimo is thinking. ”

Luckily, what they know, I don't know. Now I have to write the formula, so I can only make it up.

I picked up my pen and began to dictate the recipe for the Orlante food recipe, removing the ingredients and leaving the ingredients.

I wrote for more than three hours, and when it was finally time to eat, my husband took the recipe I had written, read it, and looked at me with disbelief. I shrugged. "That's the recipe, believe it or not."

They took away the recipe I had written. "Yes, I'll find out in three months." The gentleman locked me in my room, and all the good treatment I had had before was gone. I was reduced to a prisoner.

Maybe in three months they will find out that they have been tricked, and they will kill me, but now I have three months. I really pray that during this time, I can find a way to stay alive as much as possible, or let my memories recover a little.

Since I was confined to my room, I have only had the opportunity to go out three times a day, morning, noon and evening, for an hour at a time, to eat with them and listen to them talk about the progress of the experiment. Of course, it was more about listening to the cynicism of the gentleman at me. Once, at dinner, I heard that my husband's name was Louis, a name I remember, and he was probably the senior I remembered who left suddenly. I associate him with Ah Cheng outside, Ah Cheng outside... Could the two of them be twins too?

To get to the bottom of things, I'm going to talk to this guy named Louis.

That night, he was still standing guard in front of my room. I haven't spoken to him since the last time he spoke. I need time to test his words, I need time to think about how I can survive.

"I want to talk to you." I whispered from behind the door. He came in through the door and sat in a chair.

"It's been so long that I'm not so angry anymore." I barely sat down, and now I'm so fat that I guess I'm going to get weight again.

"Really?" He was a little happy to hear me say that.

"If I go out with you, where will you take me?" If he really has feelings for me, then he will definitely not want to send me to Zhang Yimo's side again, and he will definitely not hand me over to Mr.

"Are you really willing to come with me?" He asked me again about my attitude.

"I'm angry because of you, and if it were someone else, I wouldn't be so angry. You understand what that means. ”

"God, I knew you loved me." He came and hugged me.

"If we were here, no one would allow me to tell the truth. I just want to live my life well. I reassured him, "Everything will have to wait for us to get out of here, and no one will be able to stop me then." Of course, first you have to be willing to be with me. "No one can stop me, I want my memories back.

"Of course I do." He was so excited that he was about to cry, "I'm going to take you to Miami, I'm going to take you back to my house." ”

Miami? It just so happened that Zhang Yimo and I found Ah Chengcheng there this time.

"Will your family object?"

"They're going to like you, but I haven't been back for a long time." He had a childlike smile on his face.

"Are you sure I can stay when I'm gone?"

"Of course, my brother and I live together, and we live in a house on the outskirts of the city."

Brother!

"How long has it been since you been back? Don't they care about you? ”

"Speaking of which, after the last time I went to Smoky Mountain with you, I didn't go back with my brother, and then my husband told me to do other things, so I didn't go back from time on. It's been two or three years. He smiled and shook his head.

Everything can only be known by bringing him to Ah Cheng, and now I want to stabilize him.

"That's been too long, and I'd love to see your family." I brushed his hair with my hands, looked into his blue eyes and said, "Why don't we plan now?" ”

"That's right! Plan now. He was overjoyed, kissed me on the cheek, and then began to talk about the topography: "We are now in the monument, and to get from here to the city of imitations we have to go through the hall. ”

"Imitation City?" I don't get it figured out.

"yes, right above that monitoring room. We finished it a year ago, after you left. He took a sip from his glass and continued, "We must go to the hall before we can get out." "It turns out that this is the problem.

"I remember there." I remember being hit in the face with a chain in that hole. But surely he didn't know, so was there a way out of the hall?

"The stone steps of the prison are blocked, and we have to get out of the prison."

The prison should have been the place where I escaped last time, Zhang Yimo left a bomb before, and just after I was locked in, the bomb exploded, and I had a chance to escape from the prison.

"Does the prison have a door to the outside?" There are many rooms there, all connected from the inside.

"Someone blew up one of them last time, and now it's the only way to the outside." The last time he said it must have been the time when Zhang Yimo rescued me. But he didn't know that in fact, behind the monitoring room he said, there was a gap that could lead to the outside, which was the cave where I woke up, and Zhang Yimo and I came down from there.

"If we go from there, what reason is there to go in?" I asked.

"In half a month, your recipe will be known, and I know it will work, but we must find a reason for them to lock you in."

"I didn't do this to me last time, will it be this time?" I'm curious how I left last time.

"Last time, it was Zhang Yimo who picked you up, otherwise they wouldn't take it lightly. He gets out of the elevator, takes you into the elevator, and then you disappear. There is no one in the elevator surveillance screen, and there is no record of him coming in. He said this, his expression confused. How did you get out of the elevator last time? ”

I think it's probably the bedroom door, which people call it. That means that Zhang Yimo must have been here.

"You don't have to worry about that, it won't work this time." It seems that he doesn't know about Zonghengju yet, but the gentleman certainly does. "If I had ruined my experiments with my own hands, would they have locked me up?"

"Definitely, sir's research has not been successful since you left, and if you come back this time to make him feel that there is something wrong with your formula, although he will not kill you, he will definitely lock you up and scare you. He knows you're scared of those things and don't want to look at the failed trash every time. ”

What is the logic of this? Are they geniuses or stupid?

"Then I'll have to get close to the experimenter." The best way to destroy an experiment is to destroy the subject.

"It might be a bit of a problem, but I can get you a hazmat suit that you put on, and I'm trying to figure out how to make them think you're in the room so you can get through unimpeded."

Protective clothing doesn't seem to be difficult to get, and Zhang Yimo and I got it casually last time. The management here is very problematic, where do they get their self-confidence?

"Then from now on, don't drink the water they give you, don't eat the food they send you. I'll find a way to get some food from outside. He confessed. Then I see, it's the minds that take the place of cameras, monitoring everyone's movements and thoughts.

"Do they already know what I'm talking about?" I frowned.

"I've changed all your food, and I know they'll spy on you, but I don't want that. You always stick to your own ideas, and if they know that you have any disobedience, they will definitely embarrass you. I hope you are safe. He took my hand and looked at me, if it weren't for all this, maybe this handsome face would be the best comfort in my life.

"But they don't get feedback from me, and they will be suspicious." I know that the body of thought has the function of transmitting information, and since it is transmission, it is sending and receiving.

"I gave the food they gave you to another experimenter, who was mute and brainwashed to be loyal. For more than two months, they've been believing that it's your callback. ”

It seems that they are not yet proficient in the use of thinking questions. Although I don't know or remember how to use it, I know that Frost Sorrow must be talking to me in the way of thinking questions, otherwise where do those voices come from? A sword can identify me, but they can't. It means that they only know how to read the data on the surface.

"When will you get the clothes?" I'm a little concerned about the timing of the action. I'm pregnant with a baby, and I've been feeling sick and short of breath lately, so it's better to pick a better time, like now.

"Now." He answered me. I finally felt like he was really useful.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." I don't fully trust him, and if I was really being watched, now all the conversations would be heard by Mr. as well, either he would lock me in here or he would have watched me from another place. Either way, I already have something that I can get through: guns.

As he spoke to me, his gun was on the table, and I wrapped it in the covers two seconds while he turned his back.

He turned and went out, and instead of looking at the gun, he took a little off the unit price in the quilt, and I was sure it was full of bullets.

Two hours had passed, and he returned, with an extra gun at his waist and a yellow suit in his hand. Having been able to get weapons so quickly, they must have a surplus stock of weapons.

"Why have you been around for so long?" I'm ready to shoot him to death if he comes to hurt me.

"I just went to find the operating table, the one you're going to later. On D211. ”

"Well, you wait outside, I'll get dressed and go out."

While he waited at the door, I put the pistol in my clothes, put on my hazmat suit, and put on my mask.

He couldn't go with me, so I followed the route he gave me to the hall. Originally, I wanted to go directly to the monitoring room, but I went to bed D211 anyway to be on the safe side.

Lying on the bed was a reddish man, who seemed to be dead, but breathing faintly.

How to destroy it? Where does my formula need to be broken? It won't work out at all. I simply ignored the people in the bed and walked around the hall. In front of the door that led my hallway to the prison, it was pitch black, and I thought back to the decomposing corpses and felt like I was still brave.

I spent half an hour in the hall and then went back.

"How?" In front of the door, he looked left and right to see that there was no one, and then put me in. During my absence, he wrapped the quilt in it and pretended that I was sleeping. Such a stupid disguise, if someone really comes, will definitely be exposed.

"Alright." I took off my hazmat suit and handed it to him, and he took his clothes and left.

After that, time passed quickly, two weeks passed in a blink of an eye, and I always dreamed of Zhang Yimo, dreaming that I had a child, but he died.

This kind of dream made me a little anxious, and my emotions fluctuated a lot, which made my body even more uncomfortable.

When it finally came time to decide success or failure in three months, I thought it was strange that the things I wrote were only available in the Orlant era, how they found those things during this time, and how the experiment continued.

On this day, my husband personally came and took me to the test hall. He was happy on the way, maybe he didn't know the results of the experiment, maybe he had something else in mind.

In the testing hall, D211 was pushed out alone, and several men in hazmat suits waited in front of the operating table.

"Alright, let's get started." Mr. said.

A few staff members pushed a large instrument, which was like a machine for taking X-rays. The man on the operating table, with reddish skin, was completely different from the red-skinned person I had seen before, he looked more like a person.

The staff lifted the subject to the instrument, and then activated the instrument, and the person was pushed up, and a horizontal scanner was photographed from head to toe, and then various data of the person appeared on the display board next to it. The data result is a green "pass".

What's going on? Those recipes fed him?

"Hahahaha, daughter, you are amazing, this experiment is much more successful than before." Sir is very satisfied with the result, I am a blind person, what is going on? Where did they find those things?

"I'm going to take a look at the experimental warehouse, and there are still some things that need to be improved." I didn't show any emotion or emotion.

"Okay, well, oops, it's finally a success." My husband treats me like we've just met.

He walked with me to the monitoring room, and I subconsciously looked over to that gap, they probably knew, they might not know, anyway, the road was there, there were no defenses, maybe they thought it was just a crack in the mountain.

In one of the cabinets against the wall in the monitoring room, there is a passage, which is very hidden. The gentleman opened the cabinet door and walked in front, and I followed. Where the cabinet meets the wall, there is a switch that controls the lighting in the owner's passage.

The passage is neatly repaired, and all directions are made of marble. The two of me walked through the passage with him and did not speak. The road is about ten meters long, and at the end is an anti-theft door that looks like a large safe, very thick, and rotates by a roulette wheel. Inside, there is a circular room with numerous wooden chests along the walls.

"It's not a problem to save here." The gentleman stood next to a box and patted it with his hand. The temperature in this room was very low, and I felt cold on my back after standing in it for less than a minute.

I walked around a circle of boxes, and the words on them were all in Italian. I casually opened a box, which contained Banle, and I had eaten this fruit at Zhang Yimo's place. Why do they have these things?

"Has the supply changed?" I closed the box again.

"The supply is still the same old place." The sir does not say the address.

"Everything needs the smallest unit, and I'm going to rematch it." I patted the ash on my hands, it was cold here, but not damp.

"How sure are you going to do it?" He asked me. In fact, I can't understand that this experiment will be successful, could it be that I relied on recipes to turn those experimenters into red-skinned people? If it's just recipes, why would the failed boxes be marked with the logo of medical waste?

"Always try, I've made changes this time, but I think there's something better." I replied pretendedly.

After that day, my husband sent me two units of more than 70 kinds of materials in the warehouse, and I stayed in the house all day and did not come out, saying that I would have to calculate.

If Ah Cheng asked me what was going on, I could only say that I adjusted the measurement that day, but it succeeded by mistake. I told him I still wanted to leave with him, so during this time, I pretended to calculate and let him figure it out.

I stayed in the house for another two months, and I kept gaining weight, and occasionally my husband came to visit me, always thinking that he would need to change me to a bigger, stronger bed.

I drew all the ingredients in the house, labeled the names I knew, and ate all the ingredients that were useless. I rewrote the menu that I had written before, and I packed it all in my most intimate clothes, and I kept my gun with me. I know the child is growing inside me, I can feel his heartbeat, I can feel him moving. Because every time he moved, I heard the sound of bones stretching apart.

I've made up some new menus, and I'm not going to stay here any longer, so I'm not responsible if it will work out. I've been here for almost half a year, and for a while now, I've been eating as much as I can, even though I can't eat at all. Every day goes by quickly, and I do another thing besides making menus. In the evening, when there are few people, I use my legs to measure the area and draw a map.

As Ah Cheng said, there are two circular caves here, and one of them is the one that Zhang Yimo and I walked through, and I happened to not be there. I'm in the cave where the real Zhangzhung ancient people lived.

If the replica city is a replica of this cave, then I only need to figure out this cave, and that should be about the same over there. I dragged my fat body up and down on the roof of this cave. The True Knowledge Tree on the top of this place is located higher, and even if you go to the top of the cave, you will probably have to be seven or eight meters tall to touch the tree. Last time, the city was full of mist, and those mists were full of thinking bodies, and I was confused by the mist twice. Underneath the cave here is a layer of vines behind it. I looked down from a palm-sized gap in the wall, it was pitch black below, but there was still space. Beneath that replica city is a pool of blood, which houses a modified silk fish.

So... What will be at the bottom of this real hole? I decided to dig up the plants and go down and have a look.