Bunin, who said this, lowered his head with a pale face, leaning against the inner wall of the elevator with all his strength as if he had been hollowed out, silently waiting for the response of the two. The word cloning is not new to others, but it is a bit far away, because since the technology of cloning was discovered, no one has actually tried to clone a creature that actually exists...... At least on the surface.

Thanks to the influence of various public opinions, the image of cloning technology in the eyes of the public may not be very good, and it is even more of a villain in various science fiction movies. It can be seen that human society does not welcome this technology.

Perhaps surprised by his true identity, the elevator was quiet. Bunin, who didn't get a response, looked up and found that Lu Mingfei and Fingal were still looking at him with the same eyes as before. The look in his eyes was more like a compliment than a compliment urging him to continue. His biggest secret is probably just "Huh?" in his eyes. Is that all? "That's it.

"The real Bunin, the real manager of the city, needs to concentrate on other things, so he made me, and at the same time gave me his identity, his position, and his job." The clone Bunin continued.

"Busy with other things? Do you make that kind of jar that can stop time? Fingal asked.

"It could be just one of them." Bunin the clone smiled wryly, "All the auction items were given to me by him before the auction began, but I think it might not take that much time if this alone were to be. ”

Fingal raised an eyebrow: "Something like that isn't his 'main business'?"

"Yes......" Clone Bunin nodded silently, he took a deep look at Lu Mingfei on the side and said, "Although I don't know what he's doing now, it must have something to do with Mr. Lu." Since he was in Huaxia, he has been planning to bring you here. Regarding this, I think Mr. Lu should be aware of this, right? ”

"I know." Lu Mingfei nodded lightly, "There are things I want here, so I'm willing to cooperate with you." ”

"There are more people who fight the idea of junior brother, and he is not the only one who is missing." Fingal shrugged indifferently, and then he asked, "What are you going to do now?" Go to Christina and run away? ”

"I've been to Christina's place, her room is empty, but don't worry, the real Bunin will not let her be hurt if he asks for her...... At least for now. The clone Bunin shook his head with some regret, "And there are some things about her that must be solved through the real Bunin." And what I said about taking her away, it was also after that. ”

With that, the clone Bunin left the elevator. No other dignitaries were seen coming out of the building, even with the roar of the shelling, although they seemed to have rushed into the bar after the announcement of their free time, and continued to go on to the unfinished drinking party on the train. But it's not known where they went, but no one cares about it now.

The clone Bunin leads them down the path to avoid the battle, and returns to the oddly shaped building in the center of the city. Fingal regretted that they didn't meet the fish that slipped through the net in the city, and didn't let him try the recognition chip he had just gotten into his hands to see if it worked.

Due to the state of emergency, the doors of the building, which looked like an auditorium, were tightly closed and obviously locked. Not surprising by this, the clone Bunin took out a card and swiped it, and the door returned to a normal state of opening, and after entering the facility, he said happily: "It seems that he hasn't completely abandoned me, and I probably still have value for him now."

"I'm still glad about this at this time, I have to suspect that you have managed his business for so many years, and his brain has been broken." Fingal, who seemed to hate iron but not steel, said with a fierce face, "If I had been thinking about how to run away, I would have taken all his property with him before running, and I would not have left anything behind." ”

"I'd like to do it if I could, but I'm just thinking about it." Clone Bunin smiled bitterly, "He has a weakness to hold me, I can't just leave like this." ”

"Christina?" Fingal squinted at him, "If I'm right, this little girl is the daughter of the real Bunin, right?" Are you a clone so concerned about the daughter of the Original? ”

Hearing this, the clone Bunin instantly blushed with anger, and he shouted loudly like a fried hedgehog: "That's my daughter!" Her father is me! For more than twenty years, that bastard didn't even care about Christina once! He didn't even ...... when Bella died."

"Nothing?" Fingal asked, and it seemed that the feud between the clone and the ontology was of interest to him as a journalist.

“…… It's nothing. With a deep breath, the clone Bunin calmed down and said, "I'm sorry to let you two see my gaffe." ”

After saying that, he quickly walked to the front, obviously not wanting to continue the topic. Lu Mingfei, who was supposed to follow, paused, and he looked up, the interior of this building was like a factory, and there were many intricate huge pipes intertwined on the top of the inside. It looks unusually unsightly, and it looks very suitable for Tibetans.

"What's wrong?" Fingal in front of him turned his head and asked curiously.

"Nothing." Lu Mingfei, who shook his head, followed.

As they left, a nimble figure descended from the massive pipe on top. Christina glanced at the three figures who had disappeared at the end with a complicated expression, and then she gently raised the phone she was talking to.

"Alright, Christina." A young male voice came from the phone, "I have a grievance about these things that even your mother cannot tell, and I hope to hear me explain to you myself when you come to me." ”

"Nothing to explain." Christina's tone was inaudible and she said, "I didn't promise to see you to hear you say this. ”

The man did not give up, and his tone was extremely sincere, as if he was trying to make up for his mistakes, and said, "I have to admit that there is this deep misunderstanding between us because of me. I have endured this misunderstanding for more than 20 years, and I don't want to continue to be misunderstood by you in the days to come, we are real father and daughter, and our relationship should not be so cold. And ......"

"I don't want your mother's tragedy to happen to you again." The voice said with great affection.

“…… Is it all said and done? Christina's voice was still without a hint of emotion, "Let's show another way, they go to the office, the previous way doesn't work." ”

"Okay......" the young voice sighed softly, "I will take the time to show you that I truly love you, and for that I am willing to give you all the best in the world." ”

……

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei looked at some of the information that the clone Bunin had just handed over in his hand and asked.

Bunin, the clone, explained: "This is what was promised to you before, about the black dragon in this snowy field, that is, about the study of the gods. ”

They were now in the same office they had been to before, and it seemed that the clone Bunin was planning to re-enter the secret passage before. After entering the room, the clone Bunin first carried the AK rifle in his hand and fired several shots into several unusually hidden corners of the room, destroying the bugging device and miniature surveillance hidden there. Before, he had lied and hinted at all sorts of things, and it seemed that he was guarding against these things.

Fingal opened the report, called "Project δ," and said, "I thought that the stories just now were just made up by you, but after all, you didn't tell the truth about what you said just now. ”

The clone Bunin said bitterly: "Actually, what I just said is not a complete lie, except for the origin of the dragon, everything is true...... The premise is that what Bunin told me is also true. ”

"So what's the truth about that dragon?" Lu Mingfei, who was silently flipping through the information on the side, suddenly asked.

The clone Bunin thought for a moment and replied, "Actually, I don't know about this, and I suspect that the real Bunin probably doesn't know either, because the black dragon was already here before he took over." ”

"I think it might be the boss's arrangement." The clone Bunin continued, his voice inevitably a little gloomy, "Even if it's a real Bunin, you have to obey someone's arrangement. The city has been abandoned for a while, and the bosses behind it may have intended to use it as a base in the first place. ”

"Boss?" Fingal frowned and looked up, his expression became serious, and he didn't see the distraction at all.

"Is it the so-called Dark Side Supreme? And how much do you know about these self-proclaimed supreme guys? He asked in an unusually serious voice, and gave the clone Bunin a deep look, "Don't think about lying, the reason why we are willing to talk to you on an equal footing is because of the good cooperation you showed before. You know, some of our colleagues are much more cruel than we are, and they may have put their guns to your head when they spotted the dragon and tried to blow up the city. ”

"The Supreme of the Dark Side?" The clone Bunin was stunned for a moment, apparently hearing the name for the first time. Then he smiled wryly, "To be honest, I've never heard the real Brin mention the boss behind the scenes, and that seems to be a taboo in his consciousness that can't be mentioned. ”

……

Christina followed the dark passage down the path to the place where she was pointed out on her phone. It was very dark around, and she used her mobile phone as a lighting device, so she could only move forward by holding on to the guardrail. She had thought about seeing with golden eyes, in which case her eyesight would improve, but her blood was not high, and there was no way to see through the darkness.

The high-heeled boots made a crisp sound on the floor, and the echo gradually sounded in the darkness, and she seemed to enter a very wide space. Christina grew alarmist, for in addition to the sound of her footsteps, there was the slight sound of a person breathing in the space. The owner of the breath seemed to be there before she arrived, and it looked like a ghost in the darkness.

Suddenly, a dazzling light came on in the dark space, and the intense light made Christina, who had been in darkness before, cover her eyes. After getting used to the light, she took advantage of the movement of putting away her phone to hold the gun on her waist and look forward.

The man in the black dress was facing her with the light on his back, and her black hair would have been mistaken if it weren't for the length. She vaguely saw that the man was still holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, a bouquet of countless blue bell-shaped flowers. He took a light step forward, exposing himself completely to the light and Christina's gaze.

"To be honest, this is a bit out of the way I expected the reunion." Just as the young and handsome man in his memory looked at Christina and said affectionately, "The place where I reunite with you should have flowers, there should be songs, and there should be friends......"

"Put away your disgusting rhetoric!" Christina pulled out her pistol and pointed it at the man, the disgust on her face completely uncontrollable when she saw the man's face.

The man, the real Bunin, paused appropriately, gently placing the bouquet on the ground and raising his hands to signal that he was harmless. With a bitter look on his face, he said, "Our relationship shouldn't be like this, Christina. Your mother, Bella in Heaven, would not want us to be like this. ”

"Shut up! You're not qualified to mention your mother's name! Angry like a little hedgehog, Christina yelled at him.

Then she closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down, and when she opened them again, the anger in her eyes turning to emotionless coldness. She said coldly, "Don't forget the purpose of you calling me here, you said that I could save this city, so I came to see you." ”

"Is that really all there is to it?" Bunin asked with a sad expression, "Of course, this city is a place of memories for me, but my daughter, I think you must have agreed to see me with the purpose of arresting me, right?" ”

The sound of artillery fire was still ringing outside, but this Bunin didn't seem to care at all. It seems that it is more important to save the heart of the daughter in front of him than to save the city where she grew up. Christina didn't answer, but the cold attitude was already tacit.

Bunin, who noticed her attitude, sighed deeply: "Kabaev is a very upright person, he bought arms to me just to save the people of their country, I appreciate him very much, so I gave you to them to raise." But being too upright is sometimes not a good thing. ”

"You're not qualified to judge my adoptive father." Christina interrupted him coldly.

"Well, it's really jealous that you're defending him like this." Bunin looked at her with a wry smile and said, "I know you hate me, but if you listen to the rest of the story and still have this attitude, then I will go back with you and accept your judgment."