Resident Evil Redemption

Doubtisadisease.Itisthemind,creatingamitrustofpeople'smotivesandofone'sownperceptions.Doubthastheabilitytocallintoquestions,everythingyou'veeverbelieved aboutsomeoneandreinforcethedarksusspisofourinnercircles.

Doubt is a disease.It infects the brain, causing you to doubt the motives of others and shake your own beliefs.Doubt makes people question, question the people and things they once believed in, and deepen the most insidious suspicion hidden between each other.

Jack, who had been blowing a cool breeze on the rooftop all night, was still very broken inside.

He felt that he really needed to talk to Wesker, but he seemed to be stuck in place by some invisible force with unknown motives...

Unable to take the first step forward, he was always wandering in place.

Shrine had heard enough of the pacing back and forth, and luckily in the morning, the sound finally stopped.

Opening the door, she was startled by Jack standing beside the door.

"Jack!" Shrine blurted out Jack's name. After realizing that something was wrong, the girl made a quick decision and kicked her door firmly shut.

"It's crazy..." he seemed to be talking to himself.

Jack still doesn't seem to be able to accept the setting of Shrine that has just been tampered with in his head. He didn't look directly into her eyes, but turned around immediately, wiping himself a little swollen by the night wind uncomfortably. sore face.

"..." Seeing Jack's reaction, Shrine had already guessed about it, and she was also silent.Perhaps, I don't need to formally explain anything to him...

He turned around, Shrine was still standing there, her big blue and green eyes were still a little hazy in the morning light. Jack gritted his teeth and stood directly opposite her.

Just when he was about to say something, the door behind Shrine was opened from the inside. Wesker stood in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, looking at Jack with disdain.

His appearance completely blocked Jack's mouth, as well as his thoughts.

Shrine, who was caught in the middle at this time, can be said to be very embarrassed.

"Jack, wait a moment." After finishing speaking, Shrine turned around and pushed Wesker who was leaning against the door forcefully back into the room, and then, with only one head poked out, "Just 1 minute!" After finishing speaking, Shrine closed the door.

Jack stared blankly at the white carved wooden door.So, the moment that he was looking forward to but has been avoiding has arrived unexpectedly.

"Who is he?" Shrine just closed the door, Wesker sat on the sofa with a sullen face, and finally buttoned his shirt properly.

"..." Shrine leaned against the door, pursed her lips, a little hard to say... She looked into his sky blue eyes for a long time, and finally spoke,

"Your son."

"..." He was expressionless and paused for a few seconds. He blinked his eyes for the first time, frowned and looked at the floor, and suddenly raised his head,

"what?"

"..." Shrine was a little helpless, seeing the man's very strange reaction, she felt that this matter was a bit embarrassing...

"Your son!"

"Are you kidding me?" Wesker looked at Shrine with a complicated expression, "..."

Have your ears been melted off by lava?I've said it twice!Your son, your son, your son, your son!Gan...

Shrine's mentality was about to explode.

"Wait..." She suddenly realized something, this guy's abnormal brain circuit must have thought of something beyond logic...

grass!She suddenly wanted to bang her head on Wesker and die with him.

"Listen," she tried to suppress her emotions about to explode, and cleared her throat, "he is your son, not my son..."

The man put down his slightly surprised expression before, but put on a puzzled expression again.Like, he never knew he had a son like that.

"There must be something wrong." He didn't doubt his judgment at all.Walking slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, he casually looked at the hazy red glow of the sunrise. He felt that this was simply nonsense.

"Albert," Shrine finally calmed down and walked to his side, "how do you think you woke up?"

The man froze for a moment and turned around.

"Jack, Jack Muller," she looked at him, "he has the same blood as yours, he saved you."

Wesker frowned, and looked at Shrine as well.His intuition told him that she was also waiting for something...

"I would never lie to you, Albert." Shrine took his slightly clenched hand, his big blue and green eyes sparkling in the morning light, "You need to talk to him."

"..."

"..."

"..." He let go of the guard in his eyes, "I see." He walked towards the door.

"...Albert!" Shrine hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward, took Wesker's arm, and said very seriously, "Don't do it! Try..."

"..."

A few minutes later, the door was opened again.

The blond man came out from inside. He stood in front of Jack, exuding a deadly aura around him. Even though the height difference between the two was not much different, Jack still felt that he was pushed below the sea level. Wesker looked at him blankly, as if he didn't intend to let go of every detail of this "son".

He turned his head to the right, motioning for Jack to follow him.

Jack, who was just a kid after all, was terrified of what he expected.But no matter what, he will choose to face it after all.Since that Shrine created this opportunity for himself, he must solve all the problems that he has held back for more than ten years.

Wesker's pace was unhurried, and Jack followed behind the man, his heart beating faster and faster.Clenched fists trembled with tension.

They finally stopped at the door of a small conference room. The man pushed the door and went in. The boy paused at the door for a moment, then pushed the door and entered.

The man stopped, still looking at him expressionlessly, as if waiting for him to ask a question.

Jack was very upset by Wesker's nonchalant attitude.

Sure enough...he never knew his existence!Damn it... Jack looked at him, and a strange anger rushed from the soles of his feet to his temples.He can't help himself...

Suddenly, a black figure rushed in front of Wesker, and the strong impact of bone collision made him take a slight step back.

That punch actually hit Wesker in the face.

Jack forgot his almost broken right hand, his chest heaved violently, his eyes full of resentment and anger seemed somewhat surprised.

But Wesker didn't seem surprised, just wiped the corner of his hot mouth with the back of his hand, and slowly stood upright. (No hands, no hands, no hands, no hands...)

Jack took a few steps back, leaning his body against the dazzling white wall not far away, and slowly slid down to sit.But he never took his eyes off Wesker.Obviously, he couldn't change the man's calm expression.

The man stretched his neck, walked to the conference table, gently pulled out the neatly arranged leather chair from under the conference table, sat on the chair, and ignored the healing but still painful wound.

"How long have you and her...Shrine been together?" Jack's thoughts were disrupted by his own punch, and he used "Shrine" as a shield in a hurry.

"A long time." The man replied calmly.

What kind of shit answer is this?Forget it, that's not what I want to ask.

"So," Jack glanced at the ground, then immediately looked up at Wesker, "you love her?"

"Yes." He still didn't hesitate.

"How about the another woman?" Jack's voice was very low, "Mymother..."

"..." Wesker didn't respond immediately, but asked instead, "Where did you live before?"

"..." Jack paused, "Edonia."

Wesker was silent. He had already filtered countless possibilities in his mind, but no matter what, he had never been to that small Eastern European country that was about to die out, let alone had an unexpected affair there...

"When did she die?" He paused, then poked Jack's sore spot mercilessly.

"..." Jack gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred fixed on the man not far away who touched the restricted area of ​​his memory.

"..." Wesker didn't care about Jack's silence, he just frowned slightly, rather than asking, he seemed to be talking to himself, "2004, or 2005?"

Jack froze suddenly. In 2004, Estonia fell into war. In the same year, Mrs. Muller's condition began to deteriorate. The factory no longer gave them family subsidies, and people also evacuated one after another... Until the winter of 2005, Jack received the first "big money" in his life. But all that was waiting for him was an empty house and a bouquet of white roses...

"You still know she's dead? You never fucking cared about us," Jack still gritted his teeth, trembling with great emotional fluctuations, "You never... never cared about her..."

"..." Wesker looked at him, still with that poker face.

"In 2005, yeah...she died, and there was no one around her!" Jack stood up, punched the table, and finally yelled, "Where the fuck did you go? Why?!"

"Because I don't know her at all."

There was no ups and downs in his voice at all, and there was no warmth in any of his words.

"?!?" Jack must be going crazy now, is this man refusing to recognize his mother? "Fuck!" Facing the man's indifference, his emotions exploded again, and his trembling fists became uncontrollable again.But this time, Wesker dodges easily, grabs Jack's tense wrist, and with Jack's own strength, pushes him out.

"I haven't forgotten what I have done," he calmly looked at Jack who fell to the ground, "She, your mother, never appeared in my life."

"Then why the hell do you know she disappeared from this world in 2005?" Jack asked him with some difficulty getting up from the ground.

"..." Wesker looked at Jack's sky blue eyes, frowned, and remained silent... He really didn't know the woman named Muller, why did he know that she died in 2005?Very simple, this is just his speculation.

Starting from the apocalypse in Raccoon City in 1998, he, Chris, Jill, Shrine, Ada, Leon... countless direct or indirect victims of Umbrella began to "join forces" to destroy Umbrella intentionally or unintentionally... until 2004, the final judgment of the International Court of Justice, Umbrella Completely bankrupt, all its experimental projects have been terminated...

"Do you know Sandbox (sandbox experiment)?" Wesker asked Jack calmly. *【End note】

"Sandbox..." Jack stopped all movement and repeated it over and over.He looked at Wesker in surprise, as if the blood in his body had reached freezing point, and asked mechanically, "Wait...you mean...my life is all fake??"

"..." Wesker didn't answer, he just looked at Jack thoughtfully.Hmm... Another remnant of Umbrella... Even if it was born in the most primitive way, it would be difficult to change its essence.But no matter what, he didn't want to bother to guess the various experimental methods of Umbrella Corporation under the control of Spencer. Wesker knew that Spencer had been using him all along, but this time, viciously, with the life of an innocent woman in Edonia.Maybe the kid Jack is just a poor doll in the hands of Spencer's lingering puppeteer...

The two men did not have any further conversation. Jack was still in a trance because of "Sandbox". As for Wesker, he just pushed the chair back to its original position without making a sound, turned and walked out of the small and depressing room.

To find out the truth, you shouldn't ask me.I don't know more than you, at least, you will always remember her name and appearance, but I have never met her...

But maybe, you can find the answer you want in Umbrella...

【*Sandboxing: Sandboxing is the practice of running an application in a restricted security environment to limit the code access granted to the application.In the real environment, it is similar to "The Truman Show"]

The author has something to say:

Let me explain:

Because Wesker himself didn't know about this matter, all the clues he could provide to Jack were just his own speculation based on Umbrella's usual style.He just vaguely remembered that there was a proposal for a similar experimental project, but he didn't know that Spencer actually implemented it.

For Mrs. Muller, due to some changes of interests, she became the most innocent victim of Umbrella's sandbox experiment.She was even forced to "forget" what her "lover" looked like, or in other words, she had always regarded him as an illusory spiritual sustenance. She forced herself to love him, maintain him all the time, and asked Jack to respect him too.

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It has nothing to do with the game itself or official settings

To put it bluntly, the above are all my imagination [serious face]