Chapter 912 Who Is Helping Him?

"Sean, if you keep messing around like this, the 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 pale, without the slightest trace of blood, but his eyes were extremely wild, and the smile on his lips was full of sarcasm.

"My freedom, why do you accept it as you say? Imprisoned for life? Am I not imprisoned for life now?! Today is not Christmas, it is April Fool's Day!"

Peter's face was a little ugly.

Jing Zhi has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, he can't talk to him at all!

Today was originally a grand Christmas, but so many people died in the research institute, who is still in the mood for the holidays!

"The people you killed are all innocent. They have made outstanding contributions to the entire research institute. They shouldn't die so worthlessly!"

It is not easy for the research institute to cultivate a loyal and reliable elite. To some extent, the virus research here is unique. What is needed are the kind of crazy talents who do not recognize their relatives, because many experiments need to be carried out by their own family members. Do it yourself.

In the past three years, many elites in the research institute have died at the hands of Jing Zhi, Peter is of course angry and distressed.

But he can't do anything to Jing Zhi, let him die is definitely not acceptable, but no matter what kind of punishment, Jing Zhi never takes it seriously. Even if he was beaten to pieces, he would never repent, and the next murder would even get worse.

"Innocent? Hahaha..."

Jing Zhi laughed out loud, smiling, tears streaming down his face.

"Everyone here, none of them is innocent! Why don't you kill them?! The viruses you have studied are enough to destroy all mankind. This is also called contribution? Kill them, this is called contribution!"

However, Peter doesn't think so. He thinks that all the staff here are benefiting all mankind. Once the virus is successfully developed, everyone will live forever! He also longs to become like Jing Zhi, who is not only powerful, but also has a long lifespan, so that he can squander his youth unscrupulously and enjoy life.

"Sean, you can't be so selfish. What's the point of you living forever in youth for so many years? At that time, all your relatives and friends will die, and you will be left alone in this world. Is it interesting? Do you Don't want them to live for a long time?"

Jing Zhi's heart moved, but there was no flaw on his face. He sneered and said, "Didn't you say that my parents are dead? Do I have other relatives? As for friends... If someone like you is also my friend If so, then I may have hundreds of truckloads of friends!"

"Whether I am your friend or not, you will always know later."

Peter said something lightly, and then ordered the doctor to come in and give Jingzhi an infusion.

"It's better not to try to escape. After learning so many lessons, how come you still don't have a long memory? Don't force me to increase the dose of medicine for you, otherwise you may fall into a coma for a month or two, and then wake up with nothing. I don't even remember."

Jing Zhi is not afraid of anything else, he is most afraid of losing his memory.

Without memory, he has no way to distinguish who is his enemy, no way to find revenge on those who tortured him, and no way to recover his own life experience.

Although Jing Zhi hates everything here, at present, this Peter is considered a relatively normal person in the entire research institute.

The rest of the people were all paranoid, and they were all unimaginably fanatical about the viruses in his body. They wanted to peel off his skin and carefully study why his body could contain those viruses.

Jing Zhi doesn't want someone else to manage him, he and Peter have formed a delicate balance, usually as long as his demands are not too excessive, Peter will basically meet his needs.

In return, he was generally more cooperative with Peter's blood draws and drug tests.

Jing Zhi leaned against the head of the bed without saying a word, letting several doctors who were both fearful and fanatical of him inject him with medicine.

He knew he couldn't escape, and if it wasn't Peter, someone else would come and force him to inject him.

Jing Zhi was already very familiar with all the drugs injected.

But after the injection today, he did noticeably feel a little different—there was no pain and nausea like before, only a slight discomfort.

Some of these medicines are used to weaken his muscle strength, so that he will have no strength to run outside in a short time.

But now he doesn't have the weak feeling that his strength has been drained.

what happened?

Jing Zhi looked suspiciously at Peter who was standing by the door, wearing a protective hat and protective clothing.

Peter didn't look at him at all, he was impatiently scolding the doctors for being quicker.

Is it a new drug?

After everyone had left, Jing Zhi went to check the English labels on the infusion bags one by one.

That's right, it's the same as before!

Jing Zhi was confused, he had no idea what went wrong.

Peter wasn't the type to make such a mistake at all!

Could it be that someone secretly changed his medicine?

Jing Zhi unexpectedly remembered the blurry figure he saw on the bottom of the sea last night.

Perhaps, it wasn't his illusion, but someone was really saving him!

Jing Zhi can be sure that the person who saved him was not from the research institute. No one in the research institute dared to touch him with bare hands. They were afraid of contracting the virus, so they would definitely wear rubber gloves on their hands.

Recently, this feeling that someone is helping him has become stronger and stronger.

Jing Zhi suddenly smiled, lying on the bed in a good mood and looking out subconsciously.

After looking at it, he realized that the room he lived in today was not the basement, but a room above the ground with windows!

Jing Zhi rubbed his eyes vigorously, he suspected that he was hallucinating!

how is this possible!

Is the institute insane? Weren't they afraid that he would break the glass and escape through the window?

Although he didn't know which floor it was on, he could safely jump off even the tallest building in the research institute.

Both eyes were about to be shattered, but the window in front of him was still there.

Excitedly, Jing Zhi unplugged the pile of instruments attached to his body, pulled out the needles stuck in the blood vessels, ran to the window barefoot, and looked greedily at the heavy snow fluttering outside the window.

It was a vast expanse of whiteness outside, basically nothing could be seen, but Jing Zhi looked at it with great interest.

This year's Christmas, he thought it was a very happy one!

It would be even better if there was something to eat, he was very hungry.

Soon, Santa Claus seems to have heard his voice, and a doctor actually brought him a delicious roast turkey!

Jing Zhi tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, gulped down a mouthful before muttering to the doctor who poured him water: "It's not poisonous, is it?"