"Come and see what this is."

Kafka said, looking at the picture frame on the bookshelf, his face full of unbelievable surprise.

Frankimir and Yulia immediately walked towards Kafka, who was not a timid man, nothing could easily frighten him, and he must have discovered something unexpected.

Kafka reached into the bookcase and pulled out a delicate metal picture frame.

"Look at it." Kafka said to them.

The photo in the frame is of a young man and a woman. The man in the photo is burly, like a military man, wearing only a military vest. The woman in the photo makes Frank Miir feel a little sour, and the woman's hairstyle and clothing are very similar to his late wife Larissa.

The only difference is their faces, eyes and hair. Larisa has a melon seed face, the woman in the photo has a goose egg face, Larisa has slender eyes and is relatively small, the woman in the photo has particularly big eyes, and at the same time Larisa is blonde, and the woman in the photo is black-haired, which instantly reminds him of Elena again. He couldn't forget this, the woman who didn't take him to heart.

"What a pair of talented and beautiful women, handsome men and beautiful women." Yulia said.

"Is that all there is to it? Haven't you noticed? Kafka looked at Yulia and asked meaningfully.

"Oh my God, you mean!" At this point, Frank Mire seemed to notice something.

"What's wrong? What's so strange about this photo? Yulia asked, puzzled.

"Look at his hand, the man's arm." Frank Mire said in surprise.

Yulia looked at the man's thick arms in the photo, he was holding the woman in his arms with both hands, and the smiles of the two were very sweet, like a couple in love, or a newly married couple.

Suddenly, Yulia's face showed a strange expression, and the charming blue pupils revealed all of it.

She was completely stunned by what was on the man's arm, and yes, she couldn't possibly forget. This was exactly the imprint she had seen on that terrible monster, the remnants of its claws, the haunting "T*G-016" imprint.

"This ...... How is this possible, is it ...... Could it be ....... The horror made Julia almost forget how to use words.

"Yes, I think so. That's the monster...... A handsome guy who looks quite handsome. Our comrade Franky Mir, as handsome as he is. Kafka squirmed his fat lips and said slowly, word by word.

Kafka and Yulia both stared at Frankimir intently with an extremely strange look, as if there was something that did not belong in this world, and they were struggling to get into this world.

"What's wrong?" Frankimir was uncomfortable with his eyes, and the strange expressions on their faces looked as if they were dancing a striptease in front of them.

The two of them looked at Frank Mire dumbfounded, unable to say a word for a long time. This made Frank Mire feel irritated, and it also made Frank Mimir understand what they were thinking at the moment. What scared Kafka more than traitors and prisoners were monsters.

"Well, I know what you're thinking, that can't happen. Am I fine? You see, there's nothing out of the ordinary. Frankimir was sure that he would not be like the man in the photo.

His explanation, however, only makes people more worried. That's often the case, the more you explain it, the more suspicious it becomes, maybe this is the so-called, the more you describe it, the darker it becomes.

"It's anomalous enough!" Kafka said.

"What?" Frankimir didn't realize what was wrong with him.

"You just went to prison and I realized you were different. You have wounds, but you don't see any pain in you. You're not afraid of the cold, even here, in the harsh winter of minus 28 degrees. The muscles in your body are far more developed than the average person, but unlike those bodybuilding instructors, your muscles are as hard as iron, not at all like human muscle tissue, more like metal implanted in the body. In addition, as a man, there is almost no pungent smell in the secretions of your body, and the body odor on a man's body is always very strong, but it is difficult to smell even the smell of sweat on your body. Most importantly, I remember that your wound was new, and now it seems to be almost healing. Kafka said with a serious expression, his face full of affirmation and doubt.

Kafka's judgment resonated with Yulia, as an ordinary human being, Franky Mill does have too many characteristics beyond ordinary people, and these characteristics are not possessed by ordinary humans.

This cannot but make people suspicious, Yulia trusts Frankimir very much, and believes that Frankimir will not harm herself. But she is not an illiterate person who knows nothing, not to mention that she has a doctorate in biology, unless she is really completely insane, she can't be unaware of these extraordinary physical characteristics.

Even though Yulia didn't say anything, Frankimir saw her answer in her eyes. Frankimir shook his head helplessly, and said dejectedly: "No, no, no, it's not what you think, if you think that I will also become that kind of thing, can you tell me, when will it be?" Believe me, it's not what you think. ”

Kafka and Yulia remained silent, just quietly looking at Frankimir in front of them, dazed. They were all thinking at the moment, thinking about how such a living person could become such a terrible monster.

If Frankie Mill had been strapped to a bench right now, it might not have been a difficult task, requiring only some kind of special reagent.

If it's just a laissez-faire nature, then by what means to turn it into a monster? Could it be that this mutation, like rabies, has a certain incubation period, even a very long incubation period?

If this is really a biochemical soldier developed by CTC technology, has this technology been developed to the point where it has a long incubation period? Can this ancient technology really be so advanced?

"There's never going to be an answer here, and I don't think it's going to be a day or two, even if it were as you wish. If you are really so afraid of me, you should find the answer as soon as possible. I'm sure you'll agree that I can't want to be that horrible thing, and at least it will make me not even a girl. I'd love to know the answers, and I'll find them all out. Besides, if you are really so afraid of me that you want to get rid of me all the time, then we should find out immediately, so that we can go back to the warden and get rid of me completely. No matter how dangerous I am, you don't have to worry about it at all. Frankimir tried his best to convince them, although he always thought that he had nothing to do with this monster, but Frankimir knew that the pale words could not convince the two frightened people in front of him at all.

"You really ...... Don't know anything? Yulia asked incredulously.

"Yes, I don't know anything. That's why I wanted to come here, I want to know the answer more than anyone. I don't know what these things have to do with me, and I don't know what 'T*G' means. I really want to figure it all out, more than anyone else. Frankie Mill said.

"Maybe you're right. We've got to pick things up, we've got to get rid of you before you become that thing, we've had enough trouble, I don't want to be troubled anymore. Kafka said as he shook his fat head, trying to calm himself down in order to keep his mind fresh.