Beijing.
graduate School.
In a secret research room separated from the entire genetic research base, the third child looked at Liu Chang soaked in the container, or called, Liu Chang's stump soaked in the container, and asked: "Can this still live? It has been three days, and there is still no sign of recovery, and it is only by soaking in the medicine that I can not die, I feel a little mysterious!"
"I feel like I can't die." Standing next to the third child was a giant professor who was more than two meters tall. He opened the container like a crystal bed and stimulated Liu Chang's body with the special instrument in his hand. Body, "Look, the limbs are still responding to stimuli, and there are slight current fluctuations in the brain. Also, what's even more amazing is here!"
As the professor spoke, he increased the current of the instrument in his hand, which suddenly stimulated the soles of Liu Chang's feet, causing his legs to bounce unconsciously.
"Look, not only the upper body is not dead, but what's even more amazing is that even the lower body is still active, no, no, no... it shouldn't be called active..." The old professor half-spoken, but shook his head and denied himself, " It should be called alive, but this lower body is still alive, is this guy an earthworm?"
"I don't know if it's an earthworm. Anyway, I feel that his current state is not the same as a few days ago. Can you do it?" The third child and the old professor spoke in a very rude tone, compared to when they just met a few days ago. It was a lot more presumptuous when they were together, obviously, the two of them got along well in the past three days. "The flow over there is almost cured, but there is no progress here. Which side are you helping?"
"I'm a human being, of course I'm here to help." The old professor glanced at Liu on the other side of the operating table, "That guy is poisonous, as long as the poison doesn't die at the time, it can be resolved. But this guy is cut in two Well, there are many internal organs that are damaged in a large area, even if he is an earthworm, how can it be so easy to repair?"
As the old professor spoke, he put down the utensils in his hand, covered the crystal coffin, and walked to the other side—here, there were many viscera soaked in medicine—including intestines, stomach, and spleen...
Obviously, these things belonged to Liu Chang.
The old professor looked at these uncomfortable things, but didn't show any expression. He picked up something above the operating table, then clicked the button, and began to use a laser to cut the charred parts of the soaked internal organs.
"There's no need to rush things like healing. You have the spare time to question me. Why don't you come over and help me think about how to stuff these internal organs back. It's more reliable for young people nowadays..." the old professor held in his hand. Non-stop, non-stop talking, "Oh... I'm really eager for success... I will suffer a loss if I don't listen to the old man."
"I found out in the past two days that you really talk a lot!" The third child sighed, walked up to the old professor and started a fight.
"Well, talking more is a manifestation of emotional catharsis. I am a person who likes to talk a lot. In the past, I could still go around in Beijing, but since that person came, I have stopped talking. I don’t dare to go out anymore—after all, he saw me, and my old life won’t last long.”
As the old professor spoke, he cut Liu Chang's intestines in two with a laser knife, then picked up one of the intestines and looked at the light—"This one is still usable!"
"Who made you so scared? You won't tell me if you ask me." The third child saw that the old professor cut off a good intestine, and then hurriedly handed over a medicine jar, which contained a kind of and A potion with almost the same color as the red mist.
"Actually, it's not that I can't tell you. It's just that we didn't know each other well a couple of days ago. I told you I was afraid you wouldn't believe me, and I was afraid that you would go back and tell your dozen or so brothers that you would cause trouble." The old professor put the intestine After entering the medicine jar, he said casually: "The person I'm afraid of is called Li Qingshui, and he has already come to Beijing!"
"What????" Hearing the old professor's words, the third child opened his mouth wide, and as soon as he gave it away, the medicine jar in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop", and the glass shards shattered all over the floor along with his intestines.
"What? Li Qingshui is still alive?"
On the other side of the Beijing city, No. 17 and the boss, including a dozen of their brothers, woke up together from the fusion of brain domains, and then each of them widened their eyes, seeing the extremely surprised expressions on the faces of their companions. .
"This is impossible!" Number Seven couldn't bear it at first, and stood up from the ground, "This is impossible!"
"Impossible!" Number Four also stood up from the ground, "Everyone obviously felt that he was dead."
"But the pieced together information is just like that." No. 16 put away his astonished expression, lowered his head and pondered for a while, "but there are some very vague details in it, in fact, if we think about it carefully, we will find some differences."
"Yes." The boss said: "Alive, dangerous, willow. These three words are put together..."
"And piece together information based on body language, alive can also be replaced by another word." The second child frowned deeply, "Resurrection!"
"These three words are put together in Xiaojing's body. It's impossible to be completely unreasonable." Seventeenth thought about the connection of these three words for a while, and then said firmly: "These three words can be used Putting Li Qingshui together, there is only one possibility, and that is—"
"Li Qingshui was resurrected by the willow tree. He is not Li Qingshui now, but a part of the willow tree." No. 16 said, "If he wasn't Li Qingshui, he would have such a dangerous aura, and Xiao Jing could feel The part I got, should be that Li Qingshui expected this kind of thing to happen, so she directly transplanted the information of her own body and the information of the willow tree into her perception brain. But the thing that confuses me the most is that Li Qingshui Shui Mingming knew that he was going to die, and he would be played by Liu Shu in a game of resurrecting the dead, why did that guy still want to die? I can't explain it... "
"Well, I used to think that he was protecting Liu Chang, but now it looks like that's not the case!" The boss frowned and said, "What the hell is he playing?"
"Did that guy say anything to Liu Chang before he died?" Shi Qi looked at the boss.
"It seems that he said to block the willow tree for three years." The boss shook his head, "but now it seems that it has not been blocked for three months!"
"Three years, three years..." No. 17 pondered and remained silent until a long time later when he suddenly raised his head, "Come on, let's go to the research institute."
"Go to the research institute?" The fourth child looked at Seventeen and asked, "Aren't you afraid of danger?"
"If it's dangerous, we should have been in danger long ago. If there are no accidents in the research institute, there should be a brain mutant with five mutations. With his calculation ability, it is impossible for him to not be able to figure out our origin and whereabouts. Since he didn't come to us, he just hopes that we can find him." Seventeen stood up and walked out of the basement door, "Since he wants us to find him, and Li Qingshui has become Li Qingshui is a willow, so he is very dangerous in the research institute, and he needs allies. And we, the seventeen of us, are the ones who can support us in this world. The strongest ally I've ever found."
"Bring everyone we can, especially Xiaojing, and let's go to the research institute!" Before walking out the door on the 17th, he turned around and said: "By the way, we must be careful on the road, don't make a big fuss, don't Li Qingshui found any traces of our whereabouts, even footprints and smells. He is a person who knows a little bit. Since we have decided to go to the research institute, we will go secretly. According to my guess, The current Li Qingshui probably doesn't know about our existence, especially the existence of Liu Chang. Otherwise, with Liu Shu's personality, he would definitely ignore everything and kill Liu Chang first, because Li Qingshui is now Live on him, he is the biggest stumbling block in the future of Liushu."
"So everyone, in order not to cause trouble for ourselves and Liu Chang, we must be careful and careful on the road. Before entering the research institute, we must destroy all traces of our existence, understand?"
"Don't worry, old seventeen, we understand." In the basement, old eight replied: "Although we can't see a little bit and know everything, we can still recognize this point of ourselves, so, regarding the destruction In terms of whereabouts, I don't think anyone can do better than us, even if Li Qingshui himself came, he couldn't see the slightest clue."
"Don't worry about packing up your things, we can definitely do things like disappearing!" The boss waved his hand and let No. 17 out of the room.
Subsequently, in the underground parking lot in Xicheng District, the background, a large-scale activity of "covering up criminal evidence" began. More than a dozen brain mutants worked together to destroy all traces of their existence. This seemingly cumbersome task was handled by these people with ease. It took less than an hour—dozens of people—including amphibians and returning warriors The "past" of the past no longer exists - the traces of dozens of people who lived in the past have been completely eliminated.
After finishing all this, No. 17 led a group of people to the research institute in a mighty manner.
Destroying the traces of passing by while walking along the way, the few people walked very slowly until it was dark, and finally came to the direction of the research institute—and before they saw the gate of the research institute, they saw an old man first.
The old man is tall, taller than normal, with a big frame, and looks thin and burly. He is wearing an old Chinese tunic suit from the 1980s. Although he is very elegant, he does not look like a scholar because of his height. The elegant atmosphere is more like a basketball player in casual clothes.
But seeing this nondescript old man on the road, No. 17 stopped moving forward.
"It's you?"
"it's me."