Own biological mother??

Li Hao's brain buzzed, his nose suddenly became sore, his brain fell into a brief blank, and a strange feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar surged in his heart.

Dressed in a snow-white white coat, with long hair that is soft and slightly curly draped over his shoulders, he can't see his face clearly, he can only vaguely see the smile on his face, which is so peaceful and makes people feel peaceful. In Li Hao's mind, such a person suddenly appeared.

A person who is often dreamed of in dreams. So close, yet so far away. Then, Li Hao's eyes became warm, and he nodded solemnly to Mills.

Mills shook his head, his eyes were complicated, and inexplicable emotions intertwined in his heart. He slowly took out a yellowed diary from the cuff of his chest. Gently handed it to Li Hao's hand, and the moment he took the notebook, Li Hao clearly felt that when Mills handed over the notebook, his hand was trembling.

Then, he slowly exited Li Hao's room, but at the moment he closed the door, he stopped and said: "I have been hiding this diary for almost twenty years, and every stroke in it is written by your mother, take a good look at it......"

Looking at the door blankly, Li Hao's heart began to get nervous, and he opened the first page of the yellowed notebook with a trembling hand. What excites him is ...... In the table of contents of the diary, a few notes were written gracefully with a few words—To my future son and my dear friends.

This trace is both strange and familiar, and there is a faint warmth in Li Hao's heart.

It's a feeling I've never felt before, déjà vu, but I can't remember when I ever felt this warmth.

Li Hao saw the traces of this juanxiu, and couldn't help but think of his childhood past.

He didn't know where he was picked up by his adoptive father, who only told him that when he picked up Li Hao, he had the word "Li" written in red blood on one side and the word "Hao" written in blood on the other.

He asked his adoptive father about his biological mother, and the adoptive father only lightly told him that his mother had gone to another place and could not come back for the time being, and asked him to wait.

The young Li Haoxin believed it and began to wait day after day, year after year, sitting at the threshold, looking at the street, hoping to wait for the person he wanted to see at the end of the street. It's a pity that time flies, and the figure still hasn't appeared.

Whenever there is a dead of night, only in Li Hao's dream, the woman he has been looking forward to appearing, will appear. However, he couldn't see his face clearly.

The lack of maternal love when he was young made Li Hao extremely withdrawn and didn't want to communicate with others, as long as his adoptive father knew how many thoughts and expectations were accumulated in Xiao Li Hao's heart. In the end, it turned into a deep resentment! Fortunately, Li Hao met five other men with the same smell, which brought some warmth to Li Hao's wounded heart.

Now, a few years later, there is finally news of her, and what awaits me is her diary.

This...... Was it my mother who wrote it? Li Hao thought.

He began to read with excitement......

"My dear four,

Hehe, I didn't have the habit of keeping a diary since I was a child, but now for the sake of my lover, my friends, and the fate of mankind all over the world, there are still ...... As a child before I was born, I got into the habit of writing days. You must be surprised that Eleven, who never writes, actually started to write in a diary.

Okay, that's all for gossip, I can't bring anything related to electronics in this organization, because once I bring it into the lab, it will be detected by the outside wires, and my hopes will be dashed before it can be implemented, so I can only record the bits and pieces here in the primitive method of handwriting. You don't have to worry, because this most primitive method is exactly what the association has neglected the most.

I am now very uneasy, and the source of this uneasiness stems from my work, a researcher in the Society's laboratory. Whenever I watch babies being sent to the cold test bed, I always have a sense of confusion as to whether this kind of experiment will bring good news to mankind all over the world, or ...... Disaster. I don't know, what I know, it's been difficult for me to take these experiments in stride lately, with a conscience.

I remember when I first joined the association, the old gentleman of the association told me. He said that our ability is unique, because when it is used in research, I believe that under our ability, so difficult problems will be solved, and the old gentleman also said that the researchers of the institute should have a belief in the unremitting pursuit of the truth. As far as I know, there is no shortage of people in the institute who believe in this kind of belief, including me and my husband.

But I have to add one more thing - all experiments are based on life. The dignity of life is sacred, and all rules cannot be trampled on!

However, watching more and more failed products being thrown into the maintenance container is also a sign of ...... These babies may only be able to live in cellular fluids in the future.

Faintly, I had my decision, and for the first time I had doubts about the words of the old gentleman of the association, no, it should be a refutation - this kind of experiment is evil! We were born in the ancient East, and there is a saying that says, 'Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter.'" But if you kill someone, I guess you'll go to hell!" However, I don't know how much blood and how many lives we have been stained by us researchers. What I know is...... If this continues, we ...... It's going to hell!

Life should not be used for experimentation, it should be like children in the outside world, living freely under this sky. I felt guilty...... For the first time, I felt like a butcher, and that bloody knife - it was my ability to break down molecules.

Over the years, I've been fooled for a long time, and I've used my decomposition ability to decompose the tissues of hundreds of babies, indirectly, and mutilate many lives! So I felt guilty and scared...... I was lonely because everyone in the institute seemed to have an almost obsessive, almost perverted pursuit of this kind of experiment, except for me, including my father. After so many years of marriage, he became more and more cold, more and more cruel, and finally, it became like I didn't know him anymore.

I feel helpless and lonely, and when people are lonely, they always think of their best friend, and then I think of you, four. Although we are no longer a department. But we always have a lot of time to reach. But I'm under house arrest right now and can't take half a step out of this lab, I'm sorry.

During the few days of house arrest, I watched many failed products being sent into discarded containers, and in the eyes of those people, there was no humanity at all, they were all indifferent. In the end, these experiments are all dead. I was assigned a job to test if the test subject died...... Whenever I watch these living beings stop beating in the container, I can't help but think of my unborn child.

It's a world of extreme darkness. I sincerely hope that my children will not be exposed to the work of our generation for the rest of their lives, and if you, my dear four, see this diary, please do not show it to my children, because ...... Whether the children are innocent, whether they are condemned by their conscience or in the selfishness of their own children, I don't want my children to live happily in the outside world.

Finally, my dear four, I have good news for you, I can feel it, my child is about to be born. I thought about it, and if it was a girl, I decided to call it Mei because my name is also Mei ...... If it is a boy, it is called Hao, and I hope that he will be righteous and frank all his life.

If you could, I would like you to take my child out, I don't want him to live in darkness for the rest of his life......

Here, I, Yuemei, am sincerely grateful.

Your most loyal friend: the eyebrows. ”