The man put this book-like thing in front of Xi Yan and said to him, "These are all pictures of you when you were a child, mine, yours, me and your mother. ”

Xi Yantian was really stunned by this, because he had never encountered this situation before, and there were still photos. Isabel couldn't have known the pictures of him as a child, so there was no way to create them out of virtual data.

If he is really in this photo, then there are only two possibilities, one is that Isabel may have fabricated it casually, and the other is that the photos are real.

Xi Yan thought of the second possibility, and the whole person really didn't know what to say, if these photos were true, then the man in front of him was also real, and the whole world was real, which meant that this was not the third experiment at all.

The man looked at Xi Yan and then sat on the sofa in a daze, which made him feel a little confused, so he stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, and said: "I really didn't lie to you, I thought you were very kind at the first sight of you, and your appearance is exactly the same as my imaginary son." It's just that I left my poor son in another dimension, and I never had a chance to pick him up..."

Speaking of this, the man bowed his head in shame, as if recalling the mistakes he had made.

"These pictures were taken when you were a child, and some of them were taken by me and your mother before you were born...," the man continued.

But at this time, Xi Yan suddenly raised his head and questioned the man: "Do you have anything to prove that I am your son, just because I look the same as your imaginary son?" What if I'm not your son? ”

Xi Yan's words made the man in front of him slightly stunned, and his body stiffened slightly, "That... Would you like to be my son..."

After the man said this, he lowered his head, and he also knew that what he said seemed to be a little excessive, but Xi Yan said: "Then you said this, even if I am not your son, you must recognize me as your son and treat me as your own son." ”

When the man heard his words, he immediately raised his head and looked at Xi Yan in shock, "You... Would you like to..."

"What is there to be willing, I... I had an accident, and I think you're a pitiful person, just... It doesn't matter if you're your son. Xi Yan deliberately pretended to be indifferent, but he was actually very excited in his heart.

Because he felt that the man in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling, but he was also worried about what if this person was not his father.

That's why Xi Yan asked such a sentence just now, and he didn't expect that the man gave him, and his answer would be so intimate.

"Okay, hahaha, you take a look at these pictures first." The man took the album in front of him as if he were showing off some kind of treasure, and then opened it.

"Well, when I first got married to your mother..."

The man told Xi Yan page by page the photos on the album and the stories that happened.

Listening to these stories, Xi Yan felt like he had heard about his parents' past, although he was still not sure whether the man in front of him was his biological father.

In fact, what he doubts most now is whether this place is the third experiment, and whether it will be the third experiment, which is deliberately simulated so real that he has an illusion.

"You... How did you get here... Why didn't you bring me here..."

Speaking of this topic, the man suddenly fell silent, and it was a long time before he opened his mouth to tell Xi Yan what had happened.

In fact, what the man said was similar to the virtual data in the second experiment, except that the man told Xi Yan this time that this is not a future world, just another space, as for the history that the people here learned...

In fact, many of the people here are clones, and the history they learn is not necessarily true.

"I made up this history so that they always thought that they lived here, that they were a product of this space...", the man lowered his head.

Ever since he saw Xi Yan, this man has often bowed his head, because he has always felt that he owes Xi Yan something wrong.

After listening to his explanation, Xi Yan already believed that the man in front of him was his father, and that this world was a real world, not Isabel's third experiment.

But how did he come to this strange space from Isabel's third experiment, and still meet his biological father by such chance?

One coincidence may be a coincidence, but two, three, four times, it's not necessarily a coincidence.

Xi Yan has really suffered too many losses, so he doesn't dare to believe in coincidences easily.

"Do you know Isabel?" Xi Yan asked.

Although the man who claimed to be his father mentioned a lot of things, he didn't mention Isabel in his words.

"You've already met Isabel, haven't you? Isabel is my patron saint on Earth, and he can protect the remaining humans on Earth as safe as possible. ”

The man paused for a moment and continued: "Because we left at that time, we didn't have enough energy for so many people to leave, so some of them didn't leave the earth and stayed there, so I left Isabel there to be their patron saint. ”

"You mean that Isabel was given a mission to protect the surviving humans on Earth." Xi Yan looked at the man in surprise.

Seeing him so surprised, the man nodded very suspiciously and asked, "Why are you so surprised?" Didn't Isabel succeed in keeping the last survivor? ”

"Not only did he not succeed in saving the last survivors, everything he did now was slaughtering the last survivors, he wanted to destroy the earth, he wanted to destroy the world!" Xi Yan's emotions suddenly became a little excited.

But soon he found that his emotions were a little excited, so he quickly adjusted his emotions and let his emotions slowly become calmer.

And when the man heard that Isabel was now destroying the earth, the man continued to ask in disbelief: "But I obviously left him with the task of protecting the rest of the human race, how could it..."

"You should know that Isabel is a very advanced clone, he has his own independent thoughts, thoughts and emotions." Xi Yan said.

The man nodded, and said, "I know what you said, and it is precisely because he is a very high-level staircase that I left him there as the patron saint of the survivors." ”