Has the captain mutated today? [End Times]

Shiqi can't remember exactly whether he was thirteen or 14 years old at that time.

Anyway, it's still early from adulthood, but it's been a while since I left home.

After the disintegration of the government, the governing area was reorganized, and the safety areas in various places have been constructed, and everyone began to move to the safety area one after another.

At that time, I was still too stupid, although I knew to bring money, food, and clothes from home...

But just no brains.

So much so that not only was he cheated by a group of people, but even his own life was almost taken in together.

That bad experience made him realize the importance of dormancy, and after enduring the beatings and torture day after day, he finally escaped.

Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to give a big gift to the person who claimed to be the manager of ING Company.

The revenge was avenged, but he didn't dare to trust anyone for a long time afterwards.

He doubted everything around him, and suspected that everyone approached him with a purpose.

Until the appearance of the captain made the situation a little bit better.

It's all over, don't think about it anymore.Uncle Shi sighed in his heart, and forced himself to continue studying Professor Lin Pin's works.

Only by finding out what kind of goal Lin Pin wants to accomplish, can he be found, and the truth of what happened back then and... what the captain has experienced before can be revealed.

Only by knowing what he has experienced can it be possible for him to have the opportunity to completely return to an ordinary person.

'...exons are part of eukaryotic genes...while introns are removed during splicing...'

'... splicing genes of different organisms...'

'...stimulates the fusion of human genes into it...'

'...the way of self-replication can refer to viruses...'

Shi Qi felt that his head was getting bigger.

What is this all about?

How about sorting out the information and handing it over to Yang Rui for research...

Thinking of Yang Rui, Shi Qi recalled that day when Yang Rui called mysteriously and whispered that she seemed to have found something extraordinary.

"...you mean...someone falsifies his report every year?"

"Yes, but it's about personal privacy. I can't disclose too many details to you." Yang Rui seemed to be very conflicted, and after being vague for a long time, she continued: "If the result received by the administrator has been tampered with, and The data I have seen are all true...then Special Agent 83 is definitely not suitable to continue his mission, and he must receive psychological treatment immediately."

Shi Qi was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Researcher Yang, why didn't you report the abnormal data found to the management? Whether it's the research institute or the administrator...why did you contact me first?"

Yang Rui was also silent for a long time before saying, "I think someone is targeting you..."

"...it may sound absurd, but judging from the historical data, combined with the recent series of accidents, I reasonably suspect that someone wants you dead."

"You may not believe me when I say this, but I am a researcher. I hope that the cause I am fighting for will benefit more people one day, instead of being used as a butcher's knife and getting involved in some messy things."

Shi Qi listened quietly, without speaking.

"The original purpose of writing the Conscious Connection System program...is to better conduct guided therapy."

Yang Rui smiled when she said this: "I found that I seemed to be being used. I am very upset now, so I called you."

Shi Qi asked again: "Then how did Researcher Yang find out that he was being used?"

Yang Rui was silent for half a minute this time before saying, "Let's make an appointment to meet, I have found the error in the system."

Withdrawing from his memories, Shi Qi took another look at the densely packed proper nouns and complicated formulas on the paper, and began to think seriously about Yang Rui's credibility.

Professional matters still need to be resolved by professionals.

It's just... Can you really trust Yang Rui?

Is she really obsessed with academics and doesn't want her achievements to be touched; or does she have another purpose, just like the person who pretended to be the manager of ING back then?

Ah, tangled, annoying, headache.

At this moment, the person on the shoulder seemed to say something.

"What?" Shi Qi didn't hear clearly, but he didn't dare to move, for fear of waking Hull who had finally fallen asleep.

"They..." murmured in a low voice that was barely audible, and at some point pinched the fingers on Shi Qi's cuff so hard that his knuckles turned white: "They gave me an injection just, just for..."

"Just to make me kill..."

For a moment, Shi Qi felt that this sentence was very familiar.

It seemed that at some point in the past, someone had said the same sentence to him.

However, no matter what Shi Qi thought, he still couldn't remember when he heard this sentence.

The sense of familiarity that hit his face was fleeting, and he remembered what his father had mentioned in the recorded video.

"...It is almost non-stop slaughter training. I admit that his training methods are effective, but I am very worried about the mental health of the experimental subjects..."

What kind of pain is this person usually enduring...

Shi Qi's eyes fell on the hand that was pinching his sleeve.

After a while, after freeing his sleeve, Shi Qi quietly clasped that hand behind him, and then slowly tightened his fingers.

Fingers clasped together, firm and gentle.

"It's all over..." He said softly into the air, not knowing who he was speaking to.

From now on, I will be with you until the end of this road.

*

The subconscious mind is the unaware part of the human mind, and scientific research has shown that a person's dreams are closely related to his subconscious thoughts.

Hull has always felt that he is a manic lunatic at his core.

Otherwise, why every time I dream, there are only extreme emotions that make people feel frightened?

Nothing but anger and rage.

But today's dream seems to be different.

Although he can still feel the rage that makes people want to go crazy, but he seems to be...

It seemed a little calmer than usual.

Although it was only a little bit, it was enough to give him a chance to breathe, to see where this place was and where he was.

Most of the things around are white - white bed, white quilt, white instruments, and the white surgical gown he is wearing.

There was a glass wall on one side, and before he knew it, his hands were pressed against the cold glass.

That hand is very small, and he should be only seven or eight years old.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

There was a rhythmic knocking sound from the other side of the glass wall, crisp and cheerful.

The one who knocked on the glass was a child standing opposite. From the appearance, the child was only four or five years old.

The baby's chubby face is clean and cute, with a small knot stuck in the sky on his head, and a pair of small fleshy hands resting on the glass; he is so close to the glass that the breath exhaled from his red mouth is on the cold glass. A small patch of white mist was left on the ground; even indoors, he was still wearing thick clothes, as if he was afraid of the cold.

This child also has a pair of big black eyes, smart and energetic, pure and innocent.

"Wow..." He heard the child on the opposite side exclaim inarticulately: "My brother's eyes are so beautiful..."

Are you talking about me?

"...Who are you?" Hale heard himself asking.

The little boy seemed to be unable to hear what he said, his face was almost completely pressed against the glass wall, and his facial features were squeezed into a funny way: "What did you say?"

Hull couldn't help laughing, and then leaned closer to the glass wall: "I ask who are you?"

"Hmm..." The little boy thought for a long time: "Mama... Mama usually calls me Xiaoqi..."

"But oh, let me tell you a secret," the kid lowered his voice, "I'm actually called Superman!"

superman.

"Brother, what about you?" The little brat asked loudly, "Who is brother?"

"...My name is not Brother, but 051173."

"Hmm..." The little boy tilted his head and thought for a long time, his eyes were full of sincere confusion and incomprehension: "But Ma Ma said that the boy who is older than me is my brother."

It was only then that Hull realized that brother was probably a pronoun similar to a professor.

Seeing the necklace hanging around the little kid's neck, his expression turned cold, and he said to the little kid, "This is a place you can't come to."

"I, Baba, am the big--leader here," the little boy raised his head proudly: "There is no place I can't go!"

Then the little kid pulled a chair over, climbed up awkwardly, and looked at the electronic screen outside the glass wall: "Zero...five...one...Huh?"

He jumped down from the chair, and pressed almost his entire face against the glass wall, with a surprised smile on his fair little face: "Brother's birthday is coming soon!"

"Birthday... what is it?"

The little boy didn't seem to understand why he didn't know what a birthday was, and he didn't seem to be very good at explaining, so he could only gesture with his hands and feet: "Birthday is...a big cake, new toys, and being able to be with the person you like." Together! Superman likes to celebrate his birthday the most, and everyone who likes it will be there!"

As he said that, the kid's big eyes flickered at him: "Superman also likes brother now, does brother like Superman?"

Hull: ...

He actually wants to ask what is the cake, what is the gift, what is the like...

But he was afraid that after asking too many questions, the tube connected to the spine would make him insanely painful, so he chose to remain silent.

Fortunately, the little kid didn't seem to need his answer, his attention was already attracted by other things.

Hull lowered his head following his line of sight, and saw six or seven needles pierced on his exposed right arm, each connected to an IV bag hanging from the ceiling.

"Why did brother get so many injections?!" The little boy's expression became a little frightened in an instant, and he pointed at Hull's arm with his chubby little finger, and asked cautiously, "Is brother sick?"

"..."

The reflection of the glass reflected a pair of dark blue eyes: "...I am not sick."

"They gave me injections just to make me kill."

The author has something to say:

My mother said: They will walk to the end of this road together.

Highly recommend listening to "Monsters" by Timeflies & KatieSky while consuming this chapter

Although it is a duet of male and female singers, the lyrics are really good!

"I'll be your beacon and make it all right."

By the way, I would like to say a question here, there is a pre-accepted duck~

By the way, I will also push a wave of Jiyou Wenzhao's ancient Danwen article "After passing through the book, the master lost his horse"

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Thank you little angels for your support, bow