Chapter 911

At the beginning, why didn't he stab his father or mother's handwriting in his palm, but stabbed his brother?

Even if he lost his memory, he was still convinced that he had a brother.

On the contrary, he has no impression of his parents.

Others say his parents are dead, but no one says his brother is dead. That means his brother must be alive.

The chip is taken out from behind Jing Zhi's ear, which makes him feel that his brain seems clear.

He felt that he had been neglecting an important issue. Maybe there are people who protect him in these two organizations?

If, in the past, those accidents were not his illusion, but someone was really helping him?

All of a sudden, Jingzhi has a sense of happiness warmed by the sunshine.

This is the first time in six years that he really feels happy, protected and loved.

He is not a test object, he is not a monster, he is just a child who has forgotten his life experience.

He looked down at the two pale blue handwriting on the palm of his hand, and there was a bright smile on his lips.

It's good to have a brother. He feels that the wounds on his body don't seem to hurt any more!

Jingzhi clenched his fist and strode out.

Seeing that he was going to leave, doctors in the research institute stopped him one after another.

"Sean, you can't leave. You haven't recovered yet!"

"Sean, go back and lie down. Today's injection hasn't been completed!"

"Sean, you may bleed anywhere in your body now. You can't touch outsiders, or you will die in a large area. You have been imprisoned! You can't get out

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Jingzhi was annoyed by the sound of one voice after another. He was in a good mood. When he saw these people who had been doing experiments like mice, he was in a bad mood.

These people in the Research Institute, in order to prevent being infected by him, all wore masks and rubber gloves. They also wore protective clothing and were fully armed, with only two eyes exposed.

Jing Zhi smiles innocently at those people, and then bites his fingertips.

All the researchers who came to block the way, when they saw that he was bleeding, they were all scared and turned pale, and they all backed back in panic.

He's a moving pathogen! The most dangerous one!

The blood drops to the whereabouts, Jing Zhi is not distressed at all, anyway, even if he does not waste, the blood will be taken away.

Every drop of blood gushed out, he threw it at a man.

In the killer camp, he has already been trained to be very accurate. In addition, he has excellent eyesight. It's not difficult to throw blood beads into people's eyes.

But in a minute or two, the underground research room of the Research Institute was already howling.

The harsh alarm of the Research Institute immediately sounded, and an angry voice echoed through the loudspeaker throughout the Research Institute: "stop Sean, absolutely not allow him to leave!"

Hundreds of armed bodyguards stop Jing Zhi. Each of them has a gun in his hand. As long as he moves one more step, he will shoot.

Of course, the gun is not loaded with bullets, but with powerful anesthetics.

Jing Zhi is the most important and valuable virus research body in the whole research institute, and his life must not be in danger.

Jing Zhi can't help sneering as he sees a crowd of people stop him.

When he was in the killer camp, did he study for nothing?

He suddenly accelerated the sprint, the speed increased abruptly, easily avoided the anesthesia needle flying towards him, and broke into the group of bodyguards.

One bodyguard after another was kicked out by Jing Zhi. The scene didn't look like kicking people out, but rather like throwing a broken sack out.

Scream one after another, for a while, all the bodyguards are lying on the ground, life and death do not know.

Jing Zhi kicked the door open and walked up the steps step by step.

His white hospital uniform was stained with blood, some of his own and others. Slippers already do not know where to go, he barefoot, stepping on the cold ground, behind is one after another bloody footprints.

In order to prevent him from escaping, the virus research institute did not give him food since he fainted, and only gave him infusion to maintain his life every day.

He hasn't eaten for seven days in a row.

If his body had not been strong enough for the virus to devour cells and release energy, he would have starved to death now.

The serious energy deficiency makes Jingzhi a little bit heavy.

He had lost too much blood. In order to maintain the concentration of virus in his blood, the research institute refused to give him blood transfusion, so he was very pale.

Just now, he fought against a hundred enemies, and he was killed by several anesthetics. His body has been seriously overdrawn.

His eyes began to hallucinate.

Jing Zhi knew it was an illusion.He started running with all his strength.

He wants to get out of here. This is hell on earth!

Why?

Why is there a rare virus in his body? Why is he here? Why does no one treat him as a human being!

What did he do wrong, to be punished like this, to be tortured like this!

The effect of anesthetics gradually takes over Jing Zhi's body. In the illusion, he accelerates to run out of the high wall of the Research Institute, runs across the central square like the wind, and rushes into a vast ocean of water, letting his body sink slowly.

For a moment, he saw a lot of memory fragments, but the fragments were so messy that he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or a precious memory he once had.

"Brother, I have chocolate for you!"

"Brother, when can I grow taller than you?"

"Brother, can I sleep with you?"

……

In a trance, he saw a tall figure jumping from the shore into the icy water.

The figure was vague, but it was getting closer to him.

He reached out to him, held his body, took him to break through the sea level, and got fresh air again.

Jing Zhi wants to see what he looks like and to know who saved himself. However, his physical strength had already been overdrawn, and the anesthetic forced him into the endless darkness.

The next day, Jing Zhi wakes up from his lethargy.

When he glanced around, he was dispirited.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn't get out of here.

He leaned against the head of the bed and recalled what had happened last night. Some were not sure if anyone had rescued him from the deep sea.

He often can't distinguish between illusion and reality. He always feels that he was in a dream last night, so unreal.

The door of the room was opened and Peter came in.

"The direct death toll yesterday was 72, and the number of people infected with the virus was 256!"