Chapter 80: The Return of the Doomsday Writer (Yuhui) 27
Although he didn't care about his own reputation, it didn't mean that Zhou Zhanyun could tolerate his fellow disciple Ye Si, who had always been at odds with him, smearing his reputation in front of his...sister.
Zhou Zhanyun's already fierce eyebrows and eyes now turned deliberately cold, making him look even more unkind.
He frowned slightly, sister?
His gaze, as calm and cool as a mirror, fell quietly on the girl in front of him. She was still wearing his lab coat, revealing all the fatal flaws and vulnerabilities of human beings. She looked pitiful and cute.
Zhou Zhanyun suddenly curled his lips and smiled. What he was doing now did not seem like what a brother should do to his sister, even though there was no relationship between the two in terms of reputation and blood relationship.
But, so what if that's the case.
All the HTK experimental data related to her were handed over to him by Song's father. Whether from a physiological point of view or from a human psychological point of view, she should belong to him.
The restraints on the experimental operating platform suddenly loosened.
There was a crisp sound of metal colliding. It turned out that Zhou Zhanyun casually threw the scalpel in his hand into the sterilizer.
Song Qingqing looked at Zhou Zhanyun with a cold expression, wiped his hands, and walked in front of her.
When the slightly cool fingertips touched the corner of her eyes, Song Qingqing subconsciously shrank back.
His fingertips wiped away the tears that had stained his eyelashes. He felt the warmth of the tears on his fingertips, as if they had been burned by something. Zhou Zhanyun lowered his eyes, his silver-gray eyes fixed on Song Qingqing. "Tell me everything that Ye Siduo told you about me. Tell me clearly, word for word."
Song Qingqing pursed her lips nervously.
She couldn't possibly tell Zhou Zhanyun that she'd only seen the plot outline. Given Zhou Zhanyun's level of insanity, there was no telling what he would do if he knew the world he lived in was just a book with no logical consequences.
But Ye Si had never mentioned Zhou Zhanyun to her. Song Qingqing had also tried to mention Zhou Zhanyun in front of Ye Si, wanting to get to know her terrible mission target in advance. But every time Ye Si heard it, his expression would become terrifyingly gentle, and then he would slowly catch her until she had no energy to mention Zhou Zhanyun again.
It seems that the conflict between Ye Si and Zhou Zhanyun is no longer just a conflict between fellow disciples.
It feels more like both want to slice the other into pieces.
It’s just that Zhou Zhanyun wanted to slice Ye Si into pieces without any emotion, while Ye Si wanted to slice Zhou Zhanyun into pieces out of emotion.
Song Qingqing felt that what Ye Si wanted to do was to dissect Zhou Zhanyun's brain to see what exactly caused his thinking logic to be completely different from that of a normal person. To put it bluntly, he didn't look like a human being, but more like an experimental machine with no empathy at all.
It makes sense when you think about it. After all... Zhou Zhanyun, that crazy guy, turned Ye Si into a zombie during his experiment, and he even wanted to capture him and use him as an experimental sample for one-on-one data monitoring.
But since Zhou Zhanyun said so, Song Qingqing had no choice but to put the blame on Ye Si.
However, just before Song Qingqing was about to speak, Zhou Zhanyun said without warning, "If you dare to lie, Qingqing, you will accept the punishment yourself, right? The side effects of the truth serum are quite significant."
This doesn't seem like a reminder, but more like a blatant threat.
Song Qingqing: “…”
She choked for a moment, and it took her a long while to mentally prepare herself and speak, "Professor Ye mentioned you to me before."
It was never mentioned at all.
Zhou Zhanyun just looked at her with his eyes downcast, without saying a word, and motioned for her to continue.
Song Qingqing had no choice but to continue making up stories, "He said, brother, you are a..."
Zhou Zhanyun continued in a calm tone, "What is it?"
Song Qingqing observed Zhou Zhanyun's expression and said cautiously, "He's a person who has no moral or sense of order in pursuit of experimental results."
The air became quiet.
Song Qingqing lowered her head silently, not daring to look at Zhou Zhanyun again.
Zhou Zhanyun suddenly sneered, and Song Qingqing's scalp tingled with laughter.
Zhou Zhanyun's indifferent and slightly cold voice came from above his head.
"You're lying again."
Zhou Zhanyun reached out and pinched Song Qingqing's cheek with a moderate force. He said calmly, "Sister, do you know?"
Song Qingqing looked up at him in confusion.
Zhou Zhanyun spoke every word clearly, "That guy Ye Si never describes me in such gentle terms."
"An inhuman monster, a beast from the Central Research Institute..." Zhou Zhanyun smiled and pressed his cool thumb against Song Qingqing's slightly open lips. "Let me think, what else? Maybe an experimental lunatic or something like that."
Ye Si called him so many names that Zhou Zhanyun didn't spare any extra attention to remember them.
He leaned over and approached Song Qingqing, his cool breath brushing her earlobe as softly as a feather. "If you don't like the previous way of education, think of a new one yourself."
Song Qingqing took a deep breath and turned her head to look at Zhou Zhanyun's cold expression. She always felt that forcing her to say what Ye Si had scolded him was not Zhou Zhanyun's purpose at all, but to educate her. Her eyes flashed slightly, and she bit her lip lightly. She reached out and put her arms around Zhou Zhanyun's neck, whispering softly in his ear: "Brother, I can't think of it. Can you help me?"
The voice in my ear was like cotton soaked in honey, leaving a string of sweet and wet marks on my palm.
Zhou Zhanyun frowned and stood up, just looking at her with a subtle expression. The rubber band that the girl originally used to tie up her long hair was missing, so her black hair cascaded down. The white lab coat she was wearing was loose. She was sitting on the silver metal laboratory table, looking up at him with purely innocent eyes, as if the person who had just acted coquettishly with him was not her.
Zhou Zhanyun smiled and said, "Of course."
The next moment, his thin lips with a cool curve opened slightly, "Open it yourself."
Song Qingqing froze in place, her mind blank for a moment. What did she open? His bony fingertips tapped her knee, and Zhou Zhanyun said calmly, "Just this once."
There was a loud bang in her head, and Song Qingqing bit her lips. The heat made her cheeks and ears red. She was worried that Zhou Zhanyun would really inject her with truth serum. If she really told him about the mission, she didn't know what this madman Zhou Zhanyun would do. So she pursed her lips and opened the phone slowly and obediently.
Zhou Zhanyun continued his command in a cold tone, "Can you find the finger? Break it down."
Song Qingqing wanted to beat Zhou Zhanyun up, but her reason told her that if she did so, the mission would be really ruined, so she lowered her head obediently and carefully separated the liquid with her fingertips. She could feel Zhou Zhanyun's slightly cool and calm gaze on her. Perhaps she was too nervous, and she couldn't help but spill some liquid on the experimental table.
Zhou Zhanyun took a few steps closer, his voice sounding cold and emotionless. With his cool fingertips, he picked up the silver strand and held it before Song Qingqing. "Look, there was an illegal operation, and the reagents were spilled on the laboratory table."
"What a difficult student to teach."
Song Qingqing felt a little rebellious after being taught in such a voice by Zhou Zhanyun. She couldn't help but press the darker part of his lab coat with her toes and said boldly, "Teacher, you're almost there too. Your lab coat is all stained."
It was as if mocking the fact that his once-proud rationality was now almost gone. Zhou Zhanyun chuckled softly, feeling the waves of conquest coming from his fingertips, and said lightly, "How pitiful! Is it urging me on?"
If Zhao Zemu said this in a deep and mellow voice, Song Qingqing would not be surprised at all. But Zhou Zhanyun said this in such a cold tone and icy voice that had not changed for thousands of years. Song Qingqing could not resist it and could not help but clench her hands slightly.
Zhou Zhanyun, noticing this subtle change, smiled and said with a hint of sarcasm, "So Qingqing likes to hear this kind of talk?"
Then, as if deliberately torturing Song Qingqing's ears, he methodically removed his lab coat and stepped into the unprecedented round-mouthed area, crushing her. He controlled his cold and calm tone and said to her, "Actually, I have no interest in this area of research. In my opinion, this is just biological instinct, and current scientific research is sufficient to support other methods of preserving offspring."
"But now it seems that perhaps this physiological experiment is more about pursuing pure sensory experience, right?" Zhou Zhanyun calmly watched the two of them kissing intermittently. He suddenly smiled and deliberately asked Song Qingqing, "Qingqing, can you tell me the answer?"
With her eyelashes soaked, Song Qingqing had no time to spare to answer Zhou Zhanyun's insane question. However, there was no way he would let the lying student off so easily. He even brought up the incident in the video, "Qingqing, let me guess, how can you move freely among the zombies?"
He lowered his voice a little, as if talking to himself. Song Qingqing, whose mind was in a daze, did not hear clearly what Zhou Zhanyun said.
"Is it because of the cells' own evolution? Or is it because of your father, Mr. Song's experiments..."
Song Qingqing had no time to pay attention to Zhou Zhanyun's crazy mumbling, but the only thing she was thankful for was that this lunatic Zhou Zhanyun probably wouldn't force her to ask about anything related to her and Ye Si anymore, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
A convoy was driving smoothly on the road to the central base, and armored vehicles were surrounding a vehicle in the center and moving forward in an orderly manner.
Sitting near the window was a tall and thin figure. The lenses of his eyes reflected a faint silvery-white light in the sunlight, making it impossible to see the emotions in his gray-blue eyes. They were dark and gloomy, and terrifyingly deep.
"Professor Ye, are you really willing to return to the central research institute with your research results and data reports?"
Hearing the question from the captain of the armed convoy next to him, Ye Si turned around and smiled gently and politely at the person asking the question. He looked harmless and had a gentle and elegant temperament. He narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled and answered in a soft voice.
"Of course."
After all, he is now completely different from humans...a zombie.
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