Lin Zhenzhen took off running at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.
Not long after, she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her eyes.
[Hey host, why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you even ask me where Gu Bosheng is?]
"I'm just afraid Gu Zhongsheng will stop me from leaving."
Lin Zhenzhen bent down. The toxic gas was of low quality, so it would float in the air. Keeping her in a low position would make her a little more comfortable.
[Gu Bosheng's favorability rating isn't maxed out yet, so I have to be at the forefront; I have to be the first person he sees when he opens his eyes.]
[Tsk.] The system nodded in comment, [You work yourself to the bone, you're truly the most dedicated host I've ever seen. Respect!]
[Stop talking nonsense.] Lin Zhenzhen was panting heavily. She felt as if her lungs were being burned by something, burning with pain.
[Give me some items to fight this damn toxin.]
【Um, the system shop doesn't have that. We can only offer pain-blocking buff cards. Do you want one?】
Lin Zhenzhen swallowed the taste of blood that rose to her throat: "Yes."
With a ding-dong sound, the pain shield buff card took effect.
Lin Zhenzhen was instantly fully recovered.
She walked step by step to the location marked by the green dot in her mind by the system.
After several twists and turns, Lin Zhenzhen arrived at the end of the corridor.
This is a huge metal door, with a sign indicating Laboratory No. 001.
Lin Zhenzhen tried pressing the doorknob and found that the door was not locked.
She kicked the door open and cautiously examined it.
There was no one inside, nor was there any white smoke; only the beeping of electronic instruments could be heard.
Lin Zhenzhen slowly walked in and saw a scene that made her eyes widen in horror.
Two hospital beds stood side by side, connected by countless thin, winding tubes, like the terrifying tentacles of a parasite, tightly binding the people at both ends together.
Lin Zhenzhen stared incredulously at the person on the bed.
They have dark hair, deep-set eyes and eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and even the mole near their mouths looks exactly the same.
How can there be two Gu Boshengs in this world?
[Oh wow, it's a real and fake Monkey King, huh? It seems the next step is for you, host, to figure out who the real Gu is...]
Without listening to the system's nonsense, Lin Zhenzhen stepped forward decisively and ripped open the shirt on the left side of "Gu Bosheng's" shirt.
There was a noticeable scar on his left chest, but it was so fresh that it had just scabbed over.
She then ran to the right and repeated the action she had just performed on the person in the hospital bed.
“That’s right.” Lin Zhenzhen looked at the two crisscrossing scars on his skin, one new and one old, like a big X carved into his body.
She also knew of other ways to verify Gu Bosheng's identity, such as the marks left by the metal anklet he wore before, and the scars left on his lower abdomen by the mutated animal...
The real General Gu suffered far too many wounds.
Because he always remained hidden in the shadows, the world believed him to be an invincible war god. He would never lose, never feel pain, and never cry.
Lin Zhenzhen watched as the blood in his body was transported through pipes to the giant machine in the middle, and after being converted, it all went into the body of another imposter.
Gu Bosheng was betrayed, no, he was completely abandoned.
A strange sense of sorrow welled up in Lin Zhenzhen's heart.
Just as Gu Zhongsheng said, in the eyes of these people, they are machines that need to be updated and can be replaced at any time.
She quickly removed the tubes from Gu Bosheng's body and then helped him up.
She felt as if a warm liquid was sliding across her lips.
Looking down, he realized that blood had been flowing from his nose at some point, dripping onto Gu Bosheng's pale cheek.
"Don't move." A male voice and the sound of a bullet being chambered rang out simultaneously.
Lin Zhenzhen's body stiffened.
The metal door behind me was gently pushed open, and the dull, slow footsteps gradually approached.
Lin Zhenzhen had a gun pressed against the back of her head.
"Turn around and let me take a good look at you." The man's voice sounded both old and young, a strange contradiction that made Lin Zhenzhen's scalp tingle.
Lin Zhenzhen silently wiped away the drop of blood from Gu Bosheng's face.
Then, following the other person's instructions, I slowly turned around.
Before me stood a man of medium build, wearing a gas mask and a white lab coat.
He gently shook his head, as if carefully examining her from head to toe.
"It is indeed very beautiful."
"No wonder she's the woman who moved both No. 9 and No. 10."
Lin Zhenzhen remained silent, her eyes fixed on him warily.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." The man took off his gas mask.
“My name is Ryota Oshima. I am the main person in charge of the gene experiment and also the researcher of No. 9 and No. 10. You can call me Dr. Oshima.”
Haha, Dr. Oshima, huh? tietui
unlucky!
He took in the hatred and disgust on Lin Zhenzhen's face.
Don't look at me like that. I just wanted to express my gratitude.
"Thank me?"
A shrewd glint flashed in Ryota Oshima's eyes.
“That’s right. If it weren’t for you, we really wouldn’t have been able to be sure that experiment number 9 was so successful.”
"Although Number 9 has behaved normally for the past ten years or so, the higher-ups have always suspected that he is just consciously trying to imitate human behavior and have been reluctant to roll out the experiment on a large scale."
“Thanks to you.” Ryota Oshima chuckled softly. “Not only did you make Number 9 lose control for you, but you also made him betray the war zone. How perfect!”
A look of obsession and fanaticism appeared on his face.
"This perfectly proves that it is possible to retain human emotions and desires while incorporating zombie genes! The great cause to which I have dedicated my life can finally continue!"
"So?" Lin Zhenzhen interrupted him expressionlessly.
"If you want to express your gratitude, put down the gun and let me leave."
"I'm sorry, not at the moment." Ryota Oshima straightened his collar.
“Our new test subject is missing something; it’s not complete yet.”
He squinted, and the age spots on his forehead clumped together because of the movement.
Ryota Oshima tightened his grip on the gun: "Is the thing taken from Number 10 in your possession?"
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