The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

The lights in the research institute were on. Li Lingxue, leading the researchers, had been busy for more than half a month.

They have so much to do, facing a lot of data and complicated experimental equipment every day. Everyone is very busy, but no one complains.

Although the Deng family's experimental data provided them with countless shortcuts, it still took time to truly implement them.

Each step needs to be repeatedly verified and adjusted to ensure that there are no mistakes. Moreover, these experimental data involve a lot of sensitive information and must be absolutely safe.

However, the most troublesome thing is the limitations of this experiment, which is impossible to carry out on a large scale.

Although the last thing lacking in the apocalypse is people, enough to screen a large number of experimental subjects, there is a lack of sufficient resource support.

Just conducting an experiment would cost an extremely high price. Perhaps only the Deng family, which is rich enough to rival a country, would dare to come up with such a crazy plan.

Zhu Zheng looked at the list made by Li Lingxue. Although he felt extremely painful, in order to cultivate an Ipsilon-level mutant that belonged completely to him, as the commander of the region, he could barely accept this investment.

Unfortunately, the experiment did not go smoothly. Although they tried their best to operate according to the data provided by the Deng family, the results were still unsatisfactory.

Faced with successive failures, Li Lingxue felt under tremendous pressure.

However, Zhu Zheng understood this. After all, if this experiment could be successful so easily, why would the Deng family keep pretending to be nice to him? They should have dominated the entire Jiangnan region long ago.

Zhu Zheng was sitting in his office with a cup of hot tea in front of him. The steam blurred his reading glasses, so he took them off and wiped them.

As he gets older, his health deteriorates day by day, and it is time for him to accept old age.

Zhu Zheng looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window, hoping that Zhu Yu could break through Ipsilon as soon as possible and give him a peaceful old age.

……

Zhang Yi's consciousness was floating in chaos. The pain seemed to have reached its peak and his body was almost collapsing under the impact of energy.

However, on the brink of death, he felt a strange peace. Something seemed to be slowly awakening in his heart, a tranquility that transcended physical pain.

He felt his consciousness beginning to separate from his body, as if his soul had left his body. He could see his body struggling in the instrument while his consciousness was floating in nothingness.

The feeling was both strange and familiar, as if he had experienced this state before.

When was it? Zhang Yi was dazed and couldn't remember it.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the house he once lived in Tianhai City. The clock on the desk showed November 2050, 11.

The end of the world has not yet come.

Today is Saturday and I don't have to go to the warehouse to work.

For some reason, this thought popped up in his mind, and then he seemed to forget many things.

His name is Zhang Yi. He is a warehouse manager. He lives alone in Yuelu Community and leads an ordinary life.

Now that he has slept until he wakes up naturally on a weekend, what should he do next?

Yes, I should go wash up and buy some vegetables to cook. There was nothing left in the refrigerator yesterday.

Zhang Yi walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes revealing a trace of confusion. He always felt that he had forgotten something important, but he couldn't remember what it was.

After washing up, Zhang Yi changed his clothes and went out to buy groceries. The streets were bustling with people going about their daily lives. As he walked, he suddenly saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

What was that woman's name? Oh, it seemed to be Fang Yuqing, a female colleague he had a crush on.

Zhang Yi was about to say hello, but he felt a surge of disgust towards this sweet-smiling woman.

strangeness.

Zhang Yi was confused. He was about to say hello, but Fang Yuqing didn't see him and hurried past.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but shook his head, thinking that maybe he was overthinking it. How could he hate Fang Yuqing?

He went to the vegetable market, picked out some vegetables and meat, and prepared to go home and cook a good meal.

However, when driving through the intersection, he caught a glimpse of a silver-white figure getting into an extended luxury car.

For some unknown reason, Zhang Yi drove directly and followed behind.

The car drove straight to the city center and entered a huge underground parking lot. Zhang Yi looked up and found that he had followed the car all the way to the most prosperous commercial center in Tianhai City.

The people who come and go here are either rich or noble. Although he is a well-off white-collar worker, his salary seems not enough to support the rich people's consumption here several times.

The underground parking lot was complicated and Zhang Yi inevitably lost his target.

He looked at the vegetables on the passenger seat and slapped his forehead helplessly.

Even he himself didn't understand why he was so obsessed with the vague figure that he had only met once, and even followed him all the way.

This behavior is indeed a bit perverted.

But since I'm here, I might as well walk around and try my luck. Maybe I can run into that guy whose identity I can't even tell whether he's a man or a woman.

Zhang Yi stood in the busy commercial center square, his eyes a little confused. He looked at the bustling crowd in front of him, and a feeling of helplessness surged in his heart.

This place is so big, full of busy figures and noisy sounds.

He tried to find a specific target in this vast sea of ​​people, but it was like finding a needle in a haystack. People came and went, and their faces were blurry, making him feel at a loss as to where to start.

He didn't know how to start, nor where to look for clues. Zhang Yi lowered his head in frustration.

At this moment, a hurried figure passed by him, a strand of long silver hair floated in front of his eyes, and then a whiff of rose fragrance penetrated his nose.

So familiar.

The body reacted faster than the brain. Zhang Yi had already grabbed the man's sleeve and blurted out: "Wait!"

A pair of clear eyes with a hint of anger looked back, and it turned out to be an extremely handsome silver-haired man with a face as beautiful as a woman's.

The familiar feeling became stronger.

But Zhang Yi still couldn't remember where he had seen this man before, so he could only ask, "What's your name? Have I seen you somewhere before?"

The silver-haired man glanced at him with some contempt and said coldly: "If you want to build a relationship, this excuse is too old-fashioned. Not everyone can enter my Deng family. Now, let go."

But Zhang Yi refused to let go. He grabbed the man's sleeve and wanted to ask what he wanted to write. Suddenly, two tall and strong bodyguards came from the left and right and separated him from the silver-haired man.

The silver-haired man snorted coldly, straightened his sleeves, then turned and left without looking back.