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When the only remaining fingers of his hands were about to be broken by me, he finally couldn't help but beg for mercy with a cold sweat on his face, and it seemed that he could ask something.

"I ask, you say."

He hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking rice, where is there still a bit of majesty?

I pulled out a small device, the only thing I found from him.

"This is what you used to erase my memory?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"I don't know, I only know that within a hundred meters of you, I can erase your memory with this thing."

"How long can it be erased?"

"The longest half-day memory."

"Are you really the people of the Special Alliance? How many more of these instruments are there? ”

He hesitated, I smiled silently, and began to strain his fingers, he immediately screamed, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, we are, I'm just an ordinary C-class member, B-class, A-class members have more high-end instruments, but my authority is too low, I don't know what they have, please let me go, even if you beat me to a cripple, it doesn't matter, I don't want to die..."

Seeing his expression like seeing the Demon King, I couldn't help but think he was a little funny, so I asked, "Just because I broke your nine fingers, you're like this?" You're too cowardly, aren't you? Okay, okay, I promised to let you go, I heard that the Special Union Association is still an individual human rights organization, hehe. ”

"If only that were the case. Do you want to know what other people you've done when you got to this point? His pupils shrank and closed, and he laughed miserably, as if remembering something terrible.

"Tell me about it." I was aroused a trace of curiosity, anyway, it was a long time, I asked slowly, after all, I can squeeze his value to the point that there is nothing left.

When the time comes...

I never intended to let him go, what do the words "this stage" and "this step" mean? Meaning, even if I don't kill him, sooner or later the Special Union will know that I have learned part of the truth. It seems that it is impossible to play stupid, so in this case, you have to take the opportunity to get more information.

"The destruction of the offices of the Special Union Association in a second-tier city and the death of a total of 316 people, of whom more than 200 were brutally mutilated, is the best achievement of a person like you."

"Well, it's true, haven't you done a lot of excessive things to him? If it were me, I wouldn't be so brutal, I just wanted to kill the people who carried out the plan and the people behind it. ”

"You keep saying that people like me, people like you, explain in detail, what do you mean by a person like you?"

"You really want to know?" There was a sudden look of relief on his face, and I suddenly became suspicious, what did his suddenly relaxed expression mean? Could it be that he still has a backhand?

I looked left and right, then searched around and made sure that there was nothing else on him except his clothes, and that there was no one in ambush around.

So why is he laughing?

"I'll tell you now, okay?"

"Shut up and tell me what you were thinking!" I scarened.

He shuddered, his eyes widened, and begged for mercy: "Please, let me say, give me a good time." ”

Seeing his posture of tears and snot flowing out, I realized that if he didn't talk about it, other things would probably not be asked, and I wonder why he seemed to be scared to death by me? I'd still like to give it a try, but what if he actually says it? Why does he look like "I'm going to say it when I'm dead", shouldn't it be me who tortures him, and he doesn't say anything about it? How did it turn the other way around?

"Okay, I'll ask a few more questions, and I'll kill you."

“... Good. He replied, and it seemed that he had long since lost the luxury of leaving alive.

"What is Song Youran's identity? The previous killers were all your people? ”

Seeing that he opened his mouth to say something but didn't want to say it, I ruthlessly stepped on his right hand, "The question is whether they are all yours, is this okay?" ”

He was still hesitating? Originally, I only wanted to ask the second question to better confirm the authenticity of the memory in my mind, but somehow, I still asked the first question, after all... Song Youran is too suspicious, isn't it? What exactly does she have to do with me, and why should she protect me?

His answer made my heart sink, "Yes." ”

Does this mean that Song Youran's previous performances were just pretending? But the old man said that she was someone I could trust, and that she had always come to protect me, and that I had shirked my responsibilities, which I could understand—it should have been sleepwalking at night to get rid of ghosts.

Could it be that this man is still lying to me? Want to mislead me?

"I need to tell the truth, what is Song Youran's identity!" I kicked him again and broke his left hand, and I covered him before the terrible howl could be fully uttered.

I don't want to disturb the sleep of the people around me, even if the nearest residential building is six or seven hundred meters away, but after all, it's night, it's quiet, and if it's really heard, it's not good.

He slowed down for a while before he drooped his arm and said weakly: "Really, her status is even higher than mine." ”

"What is her mission, to protect me?"

"Protecting you? No, she's just spying on you and you,"

... Who's telling the truth? After weighing it slightly, I hid these two possibilities in my heart, and if I met Song Youran at that time, I would improvise.

It's always good to keep an extra eye on it.

"Okay, I'm not going to talk nonsense, what did you want to say just now, just say it."

He sighed deeply with relief, and said slowly: "I was relieved just now, because my authority is too low, and if I tell that secret, I will die, and you can't torture me anymore." ”

"Say it." I also got serious, and if I said the secret, I would die, which must be a very important thing.

However, what he said still shocked me and... Wrath!

"You're a clone."

After saying this, he bled and fell to the ground silently, and I was silent in place, watching his body lying motionless on the ground, and my mind was already stirred by this sentence.

I, turned out to be a clone?

How is this possible! Am I just cloned? Thinking of the appearance of those killers, my heart immediately ignited with anger, unexpectedly, even used clones to kill me?

I kill myself myself?

Fuck the plastic surgery, those killers, those special association people, it's the same person as me! No wonder I can't even recognize Liang Zhiqiang, who is familiar with me! Because... We are fundamentally one person!

I kind of understand why he wanted to die so much, and if he was alive now, I would pull him by the collar and let him reveal more of the inside story.

I also understand why the other "I", after learning the truth, became so brutal, and even killed two or three hundred people!

The existence of the self is denied, from the beginning of birth to the present more than ten years of life, all of them are fake, even the genes are from the mother's parent, not from my parents, what kind of thing am I? Am I a person or a thing? When did they plan my life? Am I a marionette? Oh my God, this is crazy, how many more of me are active on this planet? What is their fate? As soon as I thought of this, a piercing pain across time and space struck, and I seemed to hear countless of my cries and cries, and I seemed to see me being killed countless times, used for experiments, and disposed of like mice after the experiments, and the mountains of corpses were unified with sparks.

Or become a ruthless killer and kill innocent people, and it's hard to imagine what they've done with me!

That's all C-class can know? Then I'll ask B-level, B-level doesn't know it, just ask A-level, run all over the city's special association office, ask one by one, and if there is no such a high level, they will all be killed! Damn the people of the Special Union!

Thinking of this, I gasped and resisted the urge to kill, this matter had to be put on the agenda, and after calming down a little, I let out a fierce breath! They must have been prepared! I'll go directly and ask if someone will definitely go to the empty building, and there may be an ambush!

That being the case... Then go and ask Song Youran, she is not only a C-class member, she definitely knows more than this dead person!