In the dark cell, Zhang Lin lay quietly, not knowing what he was thinking, and occasionally a look of pain appeared on his face, as if he was enduring some kind of torture.

At that moment, footsteps were heard, and the cell door was opened from the outside.

A middle-aged probe came in and called, "No. 250, come out." ”

Seeing that it was a familiar prison guard, Zhang Lin showed a smile and said, "Lao Wang, can you call me by my name directly, this code name is really not good." ”

The prison guard, who was called Lao Wang, also smiled and replied: "That's your kid's bad luck, you can get such a number in prison, hurry up, don't be slow." ”

"Good. Zhang Lin answered, but the shackles and shackles were very heavy, and it took him a lot of effort to stand up and ask, "Lao Wang, are you going to take me to the wind?"

"Let go of the wind, think beautifully, I'll take you to your last meal. Lao Wang glared at Zhang Lin, joking on his lips, but his heart was a little gloomy. If this handsome young man had not been a condemned prisoner, they might have become good friends.

Of course, Zhang Lin knew that Lao Wang was joking, and he had been here for more than half a year, and he had never seen a prisoner be shot alone, even if he committed a shocking crime, it was impossible for him to do so.

Without asking too much, he walked out of the cell honestly, he moved his steps with difficulty, exposing his back to Lao Wang, which is the rule when prisoners go out.

Heavy shackles slammed against the floor, making a screeching sound that added to the gloomy prison.

All the way forward, through a few gates, Lao Wang keenly noticed that Zhang Lin was a little trembling, so he asked, "Still have a headache?"

"Well, the old disease of more than ten years has long been cured. But it won't hurt for long, and my day should be almost up. Zhang Lin's voice was ancient, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

"Your situation is special, and it should be a while. Lao Wang has seen too many death row prisoners, and he thought that he had an insight into the world, but looking at Zhang Lin's somewhat thin back, he was still not worth it, and said in a low voice: "I haven't understood, you are young and have a bright future, why do you have to do this, just because you can't cure it because of a headache?"

Zhang Lin shook his head, still very calmly said: "Yes and no, I think this is my life." ”

"Damn it, I don't believe that thing. Lao Wang sighed and continued: "Alas, brother, I can also wish you a good birth in the next life." ”

"In the next life, if anything, I hope so. Zhang Lin raised his head, as if he was saying to Lao Wang, and as if he was saying to God.

After a while, the two came to an iron gate, where four heavily armed guards stood guard.

Lao Wang pushed the door open and said to Zhang Lin: "Go in, someone wants to see you today." ”

"Good. Zhang Lin was a little puzzled, he didn't have any relatives, so who wanted to see him.

He was just about to step in, but found that Lao Wang didn't mean to follow, and couldn't help but be surprised: "You don't come in?"

"I don't have the right to go in this time. Lao Wang said solemnly.

Wherever a prisoner sees him, he has to be watched by a prison guard, which is a strange day.

Zhang Lin walked into the room with doubts, and the iron door was closed from the outside. When he saw the old man sitting at the table, he was suddenly surprised: "Professor Liu, why are you?"

This old man was the main lecturer of an elective course when he was in college.

Because he was very interested in that elective course, Zhang Lin and Professor Liu had a lot of contact and were quite familiar with each other. It's just that after graduation, there is no more contact.

Professor Liu pointed to the chair opposite, motioned for Zhang Lin to sit down, and said with a smile: "Hehe, Xiao Zhang, we haven't seen each other for a few years." ”

Zhang Lin wanted to shake hands with Professor Liu, but he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so he sat down and said, "It's been three years. ”

The old man sighed a little, "I really didn't expect to meet here again." ”

"yes. Zhang Lin answered very unnutritiously, guessing the other party's intention in his heart.

After committing the incident, almost everyone drew a line with themselves, and Zhang Lin didn't think that the old man's appearance today was as simple as seeing him for the last time.

Looking at Zhang Lin's unchanged appearance, Professor Liu found something different in his eyes, which was a deep and extremely calm calm, as if a single thing in the world was not important to this young man.

In the old man's memory, he was a student who was calm and meticulous far beyond his peers, and although he had been tormented by headaches, he never gave up hope. If it weren't for a chance to learn about it, he couldn't have imagined that Zhang Lin would have embarked on such a road of no return today.

Although he had already read the dossier, Professor Liu still wanted to ask in person: "I heard that you killed someone?"

Zhang Lin did not regret this matter, nor did he think that he had done wrong, and said calmly: "Yes." ”

Seeing Zhang Lin's attitude, Professor Liu's voice also turned a little cold, "How many?"

"Eleven. Zhang Lin replied casually, as if this number did not refer to human life, but something that did not need to be paid attention to at all.

Professor Liu glared at Zhang Lin and asked, "Why are you doing this!"

Zhang Lin looked back fearlessly, "Those scum have done too many bad things, so damn it." ”

Professor Liu almost roared: "Should you die or not, you have the final say?"

Zhang Lin saw that the other party was concerned from the bottom of his heart, so he became emotional. He smiled slightly and said, "I don't count, but those who are forced to die by them can have the final say." ”

"Silly boy, even if that's the case, it's not your turn to take care of it!" Professor Liu said bitterly, "There are so many unfair things in the world, and you can manage a few, so why do you have to put yourself in it." ”

Zhang Lin smiled and pointed to his head, "I'm sorry Professor, I feel like I can't hold on anymore." If you don't do something for the world and for those who are suffering before you go crazy or die, you may never have a chance again. ”

Professor Liu has some research on Zhang Lin's illness and knows that he is indeed dying. From the beginning of the conversation until now, the young man had been forcibly patient, but the occasional shaking of his facial muscles still expressed his situation.

After all, it is already a miracle that a person with this disease can persist until adulthood, not to mention that Zhang Lin still maintains a normal sanity.

The old man let out a long sigh, "Assuming that your headache can be cured, will you still do this?"

"You know, I'm not a big fan of assumptions. Zhang Lin moved his gaze out the window, where there was blue sky and white clouds.

Professor Liu decided not to dwell on this topic, and instead asked, "Do you remember the idea I told you back then?"

Of course, Zhang Lin remembers that when he first listened to Professor Liu's introduction, he was completely stunned by the other party's genius concept. However, in his opinion, with the current scientific and technological means, there is almost no possibility of success, so he politely refused the invitation to join the real yàn room, left the school and entered the society, wanting to do something of practical significance.

"Silly boy, if you can wait a few more years, maybe everything will change. Professor Liu continued with regret on his face: "That idea is now close to completion, and only the last step is missing. ”

"What are you talking about, it's almost finished?" Zhang Lin's face was full of disbelief, even if he had always been indifferent, he was still completely shocked by the news.

Because he knew that if that idea could really succeed, it would be easy to cure his headache. More importantly, the entire human society may undergo unprecedented changes.

At this moment, Zhang Lin couldn't tell what mood he was in, he asked with a little trembling: "What step is missing?"

The old man was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "The human body is real." ”

Zhang Lin immediately understood, and looked at the old man with burning eyes, "Professor Liu, do you want me to be a volunteer?"

Pierced through his heart, Professor Liu leaned weakly on the back of his chair and nodded: "Yes, since I learned about you, I have had such thoughts, but I have never been able to make up my mind." ”

"Then let me make up your mind for you. Zhang Lin's eyes were frighteningly bright, "I'm willing to volunteer, no matter what happens." ”

"No, you have to think about it, if you fail, there is a high chance of brain death. And according to the agreement with the state, even if you succeed, you will still be executed. Professor Liu seemed to use all his strength to say this sentence, "If you refuse, at least you can live for a while." ”

Zhang Lin smiled again, with longing, regret, and even relief.

"It's going to die in the end, what's the difference, even if it's me leaving something for the world. He said with great firmness.