Chapter 912: Who's helping him?
Chapter 912: Who's helping him?
"Sean, if you continue to mess around like this, the Research Institute will take back all your freedom and you will be imprisoned here for the rest of your life!"
"Take back my freedom?"
Jing Zhi's face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood, but his eyes were wild and his smile was full of sarcasm.
"What right do you have to take away my freedom? Life imprisonment? [Am I not imprisoned for life?] It's not Christmas today, but April Fool 's!"
Peter's expression turned a little ugly.
Jing Zhi had a sharp tongue, and he couldn't beat him in an argument.
Today was supposed to be a Grand Christmas Day, but so many people had died in the Research Institute. Who was in the mood to celebrate?
"The people you killed were all innocent. They all made outstanding contributions to the entire Research Institute! They shouldn't have died so meaninglessly!!
It wasn't easy for the Research Institute to cultivate a loyal and reliable elite * the virus Research here * to a certain extent, was ****. They needed the kind of crazy talents who didn't recognize their family because many experiments had to be done on their own family.
In the past three years, many of the elites of the Research Institute had died at Jing Zhi's hands. Of course, Peter was angry and heartbroken.
But she couldn't do anything to Jing Zhi. She couldn't let him die, but Jing Zhi didn't care about the punishment. Even if he was beaten up, he would not repent, and the next time he killed someone, he would be even worse.
"Innocent? Hahaha ..."
Jing Zhi laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.
"None of the people here are innocent! Why not? The viruses that you've been researching are enough to destroy all of humanity. You call that a contribution? Kill them, that's what you call contribution!"
However, Peter did not think so. It felt that all of the staff here were doing it for the good of mankind. Once the virus was successfully developed, everyone would be able to live forever! He wanted to be like Jing Zhi, to be strong, to have a long life, to be able to spend his youth and enjoy life without restraint.
"Sean, you can't be so selfish. What's the point of you being able to live forever alone? When your family and friends are all dead and you're the only one left in this world, is there any meaning to it? Don't you want them to live longer?"
Jing Zhi's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face. He sneered. "Didn't you say that my parents are dead? Do I have other relatives? As for friends ... If people like you can be considered my friends, then I might have a few hundred truckloads of friends!"
"Whether I'm your friend or not, you'll find out in the future."
Peter said indifferently before instructing the doctor to come in and give Jing Zhi an IV.
"It's better if you don't try to escape. You've been taught so many lessons, why haven't you learned? Don't force me to increase the dosage, or you might be unconscious for a month or two, and then you won't remember anything when you wake up. "
Jing Zhi wasn't afraid of anything but losing his memory.
Without his memories, he had no way to distinguish who his enemies were, and he had no way to seek revenge on those who had tortured him, nor find his own birth.
Even though Jing Zhi hated everything that was happening here, at the moment, Peter could be considered one of the more normal people in the entire Research Institute.
The rest of the people were all paranoid. They were fanatical about the virus in his body. They wanted to skin him alive and study how his body could accommodate the virus.
Jing Zhi didn't want anyone else to take care of him. He had already formed a delicate balance with Peter. Usually, as long as his requests weren't too excessive, Peter would basically satisfy them.
In return, he would usually go along with Peter's blood drawing and drug testing.
Jing Zhi leaned against the headboard and didn't say a word. He let the doctors, who were both fearful and fanatical of him, inject him with the medicine.
He knew that there was no way he could escape. Even if it wasn't Peter, there would be someone else who would forcefully inject it into him.
Jing Zhi was very familiar with all the drugs he was injected with.
However, after the injection today, he could clearly feel that something was different. He didn't feel the bone-corroding pain and disgust like before. He only felt a slight discomfort.
Some of the medicine was used to weaken his muscle strength, so he would not have the strength to run out for a short time.
But now, he didn't feel weak like his power had been drained.
What was going on?
Jing Zhi looked suspiciously at Peter, who was standing by the door, wearing a protective cap and a protective suit.
However, Peter was not even looking at him. It was impatiently chiding the doctors to move faster.
Could it be a new medicine?
After everyone had left, Jing Zhi went to look through the English labels on the IV bags.
That's right, it's the same as before!
Jing Zhi was confused. He had no idea what had gone wrong.
Peter did not seem like someone who would make such a mistake!
Could it be that someone had secretly changed his medicine?
Jing Zhi couldn't help but think of the blurry figure he had seen at the bottom of the sea last night.
Perhaps, it wasn't his hallucination, and someone was really saving him!
Jing Zhi was sure that the person who had saved him wasn't from the Research Institute. The people from the Research Institute didn't dare touch him with their bare hands. They were afraid of getting infected, so they always wore rubber gloves.
Recently, the feeling that someone was helping him was getting stronger and stronger.
Jing Zhi suddenly smiled. He was in a good mood as he lay on the bed and looked out subconsciously.
Only then did he realize that the room he was staying in today was not a basement, but above the ground, a room with Windows!
Jing Zhi rubbed his eyes hard. He suspected that he was hallucinating.
How was that possible?
Was the Research Institute crazy? Were they not afraid that he would break the window and escape through it?
Although he didn't know which floor he was on, he knew that he could jump off the tallest building in the Research Institute safely.
His eyes were about to be crushed, but the window in front of him was still there.
Jing Zhi excitedly pulled out all the equipment attached to his body and the needles in his blood vessels. He ran to the window barefooted and looked at the snow outside greedily.
It was all white outside, and he couldn't see anything, but Jing Zhi was very excited.
This year's Christmas, he felt that it was quite happy!
It would be even better if there was food. He was very, very hungry.
Soon, Santa seemed to hear his voice and a doctor brought him a delicious roast turkey!
Jing Zhi tore off a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing it down, he mumbled to the doctor Who was pouring him water, "It's not poisonous, right?"