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The young man stared blankly at the dean's indifferent face.

He had to admit that the other party was extremely beautiful, especially after wearing such neat and tidy clothes, it would give people the illusion that their throats were immediately ripped open.

The dean wore glasses with silver-gray frames, and his eyes looked like frozen lakes under the lenses.

The young man didn't know who the other party was, but it was obviously a research institute of the military.

He tried his best to put on a relaxed expression. He kept telling himself that Chu Rui had already left. Since Chu Rui is willing to send him here, it means that he still has value, and the military will not give up a valuable of the researcher.

The bones grew back after being injected with the drug, and the pain and hallucinogenic effect of the drug undoubtedly excited his originally silent heart.

He reconfirmed that the gray-eyed man was not behind the dean.

So the young man smiled relaxedly and said, "How do you do, sir."

He said it in a very sweet, very erratic tone.

The dean frowned slightly.

The other party is obviously not suitable for conventional drug treatment, because the explorer will make them extremely excited when they receive a little bit of external stimulation.

The dean's fingers lightly brushed the corners of the table, as gently as if he was stroking a fragile flower.

Such small actions undoubtedly attracted the young man's attention. He stared at the other's moving fingers, and suddenly had the desire to snap them off.

His eyes fell on the dean undisguisedly.

He carefully observed the face of this cold beauty who seemed to have no vital signs, trying to find some emotions from it, but to his disappointment, there was nothing, even disgust.

The dean's eyes are long and narrow. If he smiled, he might not be so alienated, but when he was indifferent, he was like an ancient wandering spirit, numb and pale, but with incomparable beauty.

If it wasn't for the young man's sanity, he could still barely recognize the clothes on the other party's body as a doctor's uniform, then he might really regard the dean as some kind of illusion of himself, not a living person.

He stared at the dean's eyes that seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and then said slowly: "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

The dean looked as usual and didn't respond.

Compared with this, what is more important to him now is to collect various data and samples.

He didn't need to do this boring and simple job himself, but because of the different identities of young people, and he filled in his name under the person in charge of data collection.

The young man looked at his face carefully. The impact of the explorer drug on the brain is far more than that. He is already the mildest symptom injector seen so far.

The young man stared fixedly at the dean with brown eyes.

The dean stood up and took a half-sealed tube.

The dean said: "The right hand."

The young man laughed out loud, "Are you ordering me?"

The dean didn't answer.

He was so silent that one couldn't help but wonder if he would speak at all.

The young man's mind has not been sober for a long time, he can easily forget the events of ten minutes ago, and he can also casually recall the past of more than ten years, just like the most loyal video recorder, no difference.

"If I refuse?" He asked provocatively, tentatively.

The dean looked at him with beautiful eyes, but he still didn't speak.

He gloved himself patiently before attempting to touch the young man.

The other party was dismissive and slightly annoyed, showing that the dean didn't care.

He now has electrodes in his brain that monitor his behavior, and if he gets emotional, there will be an electric current that can be used to stun an elephant through his head.

The young man smiled strangely when he thought of that scene.

He extended his hand cooperatively.

The dean will bury the needle under the skin, and all the data will be quickly transmitted to the system and registered.

The young man looked up, and he could see the Dean's neck, beneath the high collar of his coat.

He suddenly laughed, and said, "Is that your husband? It's that one." He knew that if he made such a plain statement, it would not cause any reaction from the dean, so he added a few words, "It's very easy Exciting, exciting man."

The dean was checking the data, but he raised his head when he heard the voice.

Terminal keenly sensed the change in Dean's mood.

The terminal with a sweet voice but no gender is the result of system distribution. Even if it is a machine, it has a premonition that the person communicating with the dean will die soon.

"Really?" He smiled, "I can see that your possessive desire for him is the kind of possessive desire that you want to hide him."

The dean was noncommittal, or he felt that there was no need to speak.

"But what makes me very curious is that your lover is obviously an alpaca," he spread his hands, "don't look at me that way, when your lover gets close, I smell his pheromone, it is indeed a very charming aroma."

He seemed certain that the other party was just a medical worker, but even if he wasn't, he was confident.

He has electrodes in his brain, and he can't be overly emotional, but that doesn't mean he can't make others overly emotional.

He admired the beauty in front of him, and finally found some human-like expressions,

The dean adjusted the speed of the next measurement.

"Don't be so nervous," he mistook the dean's reaction for being nervous about being in the room with him, nervous about being incapable of danger.

"He's also a very tough man, you know, you know that better than I do."

There are 13 seconds left.terminal thought.

He'd better be very useful, or it could all end in the easiest way soon after.

The young man yawned and asked, "How long will it be over?"

For the first time, the dean answered his words, "Soon."

The young man adjusted his posture lying on the table.

He changed his posture again, turning his back to the dean.

Five seconds to prepare.

four seconds...

The young man suddenly remembered something, and he said in an almost ecstatic tone: "I know where I saw you, in the record, you are..."

He didn't have time to finish.

The dean lowered the gun softly.

The young man turned his head stiffly, and saw the dean's still quite calm face as expected.

He gently removed the needle that was shooting behind him.

Very small roots, with a little bit left inside.

The young man was about to ask something, but the dean was a person who paid more attention to the efficiency and cleanliness of killing. He pulled the remaining syringe of the medicine out of the young man's hand, and then opened it up to the ignorant man. The young man in the palm of his hand, injects the remaining medicine into the vein.

It hurts.

The young man couldn't describe the specific taste of this pain. He was in so much pain that his discomfort was worse than when he was with Chu Rui.

The dean said: "Don't worry."

The young man opened his eyes desperately to see him.

The dean put the potion gun back.

"How do you plan to proceed with your research?" asked the Terminal Manager.

"Data has been replicated, continue as planned."

He prepared his tone, and said: "I am very sorry to tell you this unfortunate reason. The young man sent today, his organs have shown signs of failure, and his body age is about three times greater than his actual age."

"However, due to drug allergies, problems such as shortness of breath and cardiac arrest occurred during the use of contrast imaging, and after the rescue failed," he glanced at the young man who was no longer struggling, "has lost any consciousness,"

It is much more convenient for him to have a needle made of special material under the skin.

"After 30 seconds, the vital signs completely disappeared." The voice in the skull was also so flat, "Fortunately, all the data has been copied, and the experiment can be carried out through the simulated body."

The terminal is only responsible for recording and transmitting, as for how the other party died, it has nothing to do with it.

Then the system said: "One more thing, I have your email."

The dean took off his gloves, "What?"

"It's a visit application letter from the military department. Do you want to reject it as usual?"

The dean hummed.

"The content is the same as before. In order to understand the institute and increase mutual trust and cooperation, I would like to thank the institute for its contribution."

"The signature is Marshal Chu Rui." The system said: "Please confirm the deletion."

It said the lower dean's status was then measured.

At last he was free from the stagnant emotional state of a man who seems to have been buried in the ground.

"Please confirm."

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