Chapter 911: Memory Fragments

Back then, why didn't he tattoo the handwriting of father or mother on the palm of his hand, but the word "brother"?

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

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

Everyone said that his parents were dead, but no one said that his brother was dead. This meant that his brother must be alive.

The chip was taken out from behind Jing Zhi's ear, which made him feel that his mind seemed much clearer.

He felt that he had been ignoring an important issue all along. Maybe, in these two organizations, there were really people who protected him?

What if the previous accidents were not his illusions, but someone was really helping him?

Jingzhi suddenly felt a sense of happiness warmed by the sun.

This was the first time in six years that he truly felt happiness, the happiness of being protected and loved by others.

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

He looked down at the two light blue writing on his palm, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

It's good to have a brother, he feels that the wounds on his body don't seem to hurt anymore!

Jing Zhi clenched his fists and strode out.

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

"Sean, you can't leave, your body hasn't recovered yet!"

"Sean, go back and lie down, today's drug injection has not been completed yet!"

"Sean, you may bleed anywhere on your body now. You are not allowed to touch outsiders, otherwise it will cause a large area of ​​death. You have been ordered to be imprisoned! You can't get out!"

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The ups and downs of voices made Jing Zhi feel irritable. He was in a good mood at first, but when he saw these people who had been experimenting with him like a mouse, his mood couldn't be better.

These people in the research institute, in order to prevent infection by him, all wore masks and rubber gloves, and also wore protective clothing, fully armed, with only two eyes exposed.

Jing Zhi showed a harmless smile to those people, and then bit his own fingertips.

All the researchers who came to block the way, seeing that he was bleeding, were all frightened and backed away in a panic.

He is a mobile pathogen! The most dangerous kind!

Jing Zhi didn't feel sorry for the blood falling drop by drop. Anyway, even if he didn't waste it, the blood would be sucked away.

Every time a drop of blood gushed out, he slammed it towards a person.

In the killer camp, he had already been trained to be very accurate, and with his excellent eyesight, it was not difficult to throw blood beads into people's eyes.

In just a minute or two, the underground research room of the research institute was already full of wailing.

The piercing siren of the institute immediately sounded, and an angry voice echoed through the loudspeaker throughout the institute: "Stop Sean, he is absolutely not allowed to leave!"

Hundreds of fully armed bodyguards stopped Jing Zhi, each of them had a gun in their hand, and they would shoot if he made another move.

Of course, what is installed in the barrel is not a bullet, but a powerful anesthetic.

Jing Zhi is the most important and valuable virus research body in the entire research institute, so he must not be put in danger of life.

Jing Zhi couldn't help sneering when he saw the crowd of people blocking him.

Was it all for nothing when he was in the killer camp for six years?

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

One after another, the bodyguards were kicked out by Jing Zhi. The scene didn't look like they were kicking people, but rather like throwing broken sacks.

There were screams one after another, and after a while, all the bodyguards were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

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

The white hospital gown on his body was stained with blood, some of his own and others'. The slippers had already disappeared. He stepped on the icy ground with bare feet, and there were bloody footprints one after another behind him.

In order to prevent him from escaping, the Institute of Virology has not given him food since he fainted, and only gave him infusions every day to maintain his life.

He has not eaten for seven days.

If his body wasn't strong enough for the virus to phagocytize cells to release energy, he would almost starve to death now.

The severe energy deficiency made Jing Zhi a little top-heavy.

He had lost a lot of blood, and the research institute refused to give him a blood transfusion in order to maintain the concentration of the virus in his blood, so his face was extremely pale.

Just now, he fought again with one against a hundred, and he was hit with several anesthetics, his body was already seriously overdrawn.

Hallucinations gradually began to appear in front of his eyes.

Jing Zhi knew in his heart that this was an illusion.

He ran with all his strength.

He wants to escape from here, this is hell on earth!

Why?

Why is there a rare virus in the world in his body? Why is he imprisoned here? Why is no one treating him as a human being!

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

The effect of the anesthetic gradually occupied Jing Zhi's body. He ran faster in hallucinations, rushed out of the high courtyard wall of the research institute, ran across the central square like the wind, and rushed into a vast sea of ​​water, letting his body slow down. It sank slowly.

For a moment, he saw many memory fragments, but the fragments were too messy, and he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or the precious memories he had once had.

"Brother, I have chocolate for you to eat!"

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

"Brother, can I sleep with you?"

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

The figure was blurry, but it was getting closer and closer to him.

He stretched out his hand towards him, supported his body, led him to break through the sea level, and regained the fresh air.

Jing Zhi wanted to see what he looked like, and wanted to know who saved him. However, his physical strength had already been exhausted, and the anesthetic forcefully dragged him into the boundless darkness.

The next day, Jing Zhi woke up from his coma.

Glancing around, his heart sank.

No matter how hard he struggled, he still couldn't escape from here.

He leaned against the head of the bed, recalling everything that happened last night, a little unsure whether someone rescued him from the deep sea.

He often couldn't distinguish between hallucinations and reality. He always felt that he was in a dream last night, so unreal.

The door of the room opened and Peter walked in.

"Yesterday, the number of direct deaths was 72, and the number of people infected with the virus was 256!"