"Take him away." The man they called their leader glanced at Fang Rong. "Obstructing official business and harboring a criminal."

Fang Rong was startled. "I didn't. You're making false accusations."

"Wrongfully accusing someone?" The leader, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, was a superhuman. He stretched out his hand, and the trash can beside the bed automatically appeared in his grasp. "What's this?"

Inside was gauze used to bandage Fang Hua, still stained with blood. Fang Rong was far too careless; he only thought that Fang Hua wouldn't go out, without considering that outsiders would come looking for him.

"Don't tell me this is your blood?" the leader laughed, tossing the trash can to the others. "Take it for testing."

"Yes," someone behind him answered.

"Let's go."

After they left, a few people stayed behind to clean the room, putting all the fingerprints, hair, and bloodstains left by Fang Hua into plastic bags and taking them back.

Fang Rong had no choice but to be taken back by them; his explanations were too numerous to be true.

Two men held his arms from behind, dragged him into a car, and locked him in a makeshift jail. He didn't say a word throughout the process, and in fact, he wasn't allowed to argue.

Five days have passed in the blink of an eye. During these five days, people would occasionally come to deliver three meals a day, but no one else came or said a word to him.

He was already terrified, and in this silent environment he almost collapsed, his mind filled with thoughts of being convicted.

Will I go to jail?

Will I die?

Fortunately, he was all alone, with no ties to his family, and would not implicate them.

Fang Rong came from an embryo room, along with hundreds of other babies. These babies were all provided by people with good genes, which addressed the problem of a shortage of replacements.

Perhaps because of their powerful bloodline, they rarely have their own offspring. Most of them have to be bred in the embryonic chamber. Those with good talent are brought back to raise, while those with poor talent continue to stay in the embryonic chamber. Unfortunately, Fang Rong is one of those with poor talent.

Fortunately, it is now 2180. People under the age of sixteen are supported by the state and do not have to worry about food or schooling. He is a good student and continues to study as long as he passes the exams. He only starts to worry about his life after graduation.

The government stopped providing him with living allowances, and since he studied botany, it would be difficult for him to find a job after graduation.

He stayed at his current company to avoid starving, and now he has no worries about food and clothing. However, as an ordinary person, he always feels inferior and compares his food, clothing, and studies with his classmates. Things are much better after he left, but he still can't escape the common pitfalls.

Fang Rong's thoughts were racing, and he unconsciously thought of many things. Of course, if you were to ask him if he regretted it now...

He would say he has no regrets.

He's the kind of person who treats you even better if you treat him well. He doesn't like owing favors to others, and if he does, he'll definitely repay them.

Fang Hua saved him, which is an immense debt of gratitude that he must repay, so he has no regrets.

The food on the table had been cold for half a day. Fang Rong took a deep breath and picked up his chopsticks. He really had no appetite and felt that he would be close to death after eating.

Actually, he didn't do anything wrong, but Fang Hua is a killing machine. He will definitely not be at peace after he gets out. The more people he kills, the greater his crime will be.

After an unknown amount of time, the iron gate, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened, and someone walked in. Against the bright light, he couldn't see clearly.

The cell was dimly lit, which he was used to, and the sudden bright light made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Fang Rong?"

"Mm," Fang Rong responded instinctively.

"Twenty-five?"

"kindness."

"Do you know why we arrested you?" The voice was surprisingly not stern.

"Because I saved the test subject," Fang Rong answered honestly.

“Wrong.” The man was dressed in military uniform, with all the buttons fastened, giving him an ascetic air. “You and he have a deep relationship, and he will be a member of the army in the future. It is only right that you save him. Your mistake was that you concealed the truth and let him go by mistake.”

After being exposed to light for a long time, Fang Rong gradually adapted to the darkness and could see more clearly.

Sitting opposite him was a young man with a pole on his shoulder, exuding a mature and steady demeanor. His long, slender hands were folded together, with a stack of documents underneath. "He hasn't undergone special training yet, has no identity, and no money. Premature exposure to the outside world will only lead him to go on a killing spree and treat humans as food to be eaten and drunk."

Fang Rong had considered this, but since Fang Hua was the cause of this wild beast escape crisis, he was very afraid that Fang Hua would be captured and executed.

The man seemed to see through his thoughts. "Are you worried that we'll euthanize him after we catch him?" He shook his head. "We won't. He'll be one of us in the future; he's just too young to understand right now."

"You really don't know how?" Fang Rong couldn't help but confirm again.

“We would never, of course, only if he is still worth saving. After all, both murder and cannibalism are unforgivable sins.” He turned on his personal terminal, and a three-dimensional image appeared on the table.

"You must have never seen him kill anyone, so you don't know how terrifying he is." The screen showed a stage with a round, antique-looking shelf on it, illuminated by white lights, making it look like a giant moon.

A shadow gradually appeared on the moon, its body slender and graceful.

Even though it was just a shadow, Fang Rong could still tell at a glance that it was Fang Hua.

"We found him in a nightclub two days ago. Before that, he had killed five people, one of whom drank all his blood, two of whom ate his flesh, and one of whom absorbed his power."

Several photos of the scene appeared on the 3D image, all of them corpses, their deaths horribly mutilated, one of them even had its head gouged out.

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