Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[395 Two Nangong inks]

"Diderot, using cloning, created another me."

As soon as his words fell, the erratic guess in Zhizhi's heart suddenly settled down to [-]%. She shook her head and denied, "Impossible. The production of human cloning uses cell DNA replication to create a human body with fingerprints, appearance , human beings with exactly the same shape, but this production must start from a fertilized egg, and it will be considered successful if it is born from the mother like a normal baby, and it can continue to survive! You and Diderot have only known each other for a few days, even if it is the first time Doug When we first met, he was told that you accidentally took your DNA, but in just a few years, how could he create an adult you!"

He was worried that being too professional would make her listen in a cloud, but who knew that her thinking was clearer than his.

At least when he saw himself soaked in the medicine in the radiation room, he didn't have any doubts at all.

"Everything you said is correct. That is the real clone. It can grow, survive, and grow old, sick and die with age." After a pause, he walked towards Zhizhi, "So they can only count As a clone, Diderot's unique creation is conscious, has memory, can act, is no different from his main body, and can even have the same ability as his master, a short-lived substitute."

Zhizhi's heart shuddered, and he didn't speak when he saw him.

"Your eyes are revealing your distrust of me." He smiled, turned on the screen on the wall, a blue light flashed, and dozens of narrowed monitoring windows appeared. His fingers slid on the screen, and finally selected one , opened it, and pointed to the picture on the screen, "To prove my honesty, come and see for yourself."

In the white cell, there are three electric chairs, two of which are tied to the unconscious Han Ze and Ji Yu, and on the electric chair on the far right is Nangong Mo, who is lying on the chair with nothing tied up but dying.

When Zhizhi saw the face on the screen, she subconsciously looked back at the man behind her, who had the same face.

At the Nangong Headquarters, in order to clear Nangong Mo's charges, she and An Yan thoroughly investigated the hospital where Beiming Wanrou delivered the baby, and repeatedly confirmed to Nangong Zhan that Nangong Mo definitely did not have twin brothers.

So, who is the man next to you?

Who is the man on the screen?

Zhizhi felt as if there were countless bees in her head, circling and buzzing fiercely, staring at the screen, her voice was so dry that she couldn't make any sound, and men with the same face one after the other pinched her in the middle, her hands and feet were cold, almost Unable to move.

"I will not find someone to pretend to be me. You should understand that there is no need for this."

The mask, or to be more precise, should be called Nangong Mo. When Zhizhi heard his voice, he bit his lips tightly, suppressing the waves of nervousness and shock in his heart, and asked in a calm voice: "Why is it that after three years? Did you let him go back to Nangong's house?"

"You also know that the success rate of cloning technology is very low, and the same is true for clones. He has to go through Diderot's continuous modification and research for three years, and finally has to pass the most difficult level of memory transplantation before he can officially wake up." Nangong Mo raised his hand, turned off the screen, bent down to her cheek and smiled, "You are listening to my explanation, you know, don't stare at the screen all the time, look at my face, okay?"

The same tone and the same calling are confusing.

Zhizhi was very calm, without turning his head and said: "If you imitate him again, be careful that I will beat you."

He laughed when he heard the word imitation, "His character, his tone, everything about him is modeled after me. Do you think it is appropriate to use the word imitation?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I still have a problem." Zhizhi turned her head, bypassing him and walked aside, "The memory in his mind has nothing in common with what you just described. What's going on?"

"After the clone was created, he was fed with the three-day virus on the first day of operation to create a place for the memory chip, and then implanted those rewritten memories into his brain through the instrument, it's as simple as that", Nangong Mo pondered, and reminded with interest, "Only that unique memory I didn't participate in rewriting, can Miss Song guess what it is?"

There is no need to guess and know, the only point of overlap between the two Nangong Mo is in Doug's memory of her.

"Why is life short?" continued to demand, Zhizhi didn't have any intention to start a conversation with him, "explain."

Nangong Mo, who was ignored again, was very impatient, he sighed, "Why did I fall in love with you back then?"

"Who knew, I blinded your dog eyes!" Zhizhi raised an eyebrow.

Nangong Mo froze for a moment, pointed to his own eyes, and said in a serious tone, "You can call me prophetic eyes, hypnotic eyes, if you like this red color, I can accept it as sharingan eyes, it's just such a vulgar name ,forget it."

Even Sharingan knows it!Zhizhi looked incredible with contempt, "It's almost thirty people, and they still look at things about our young boys and girls!"

"Pfft—!" Inadvertently spewed out a smile, Nangong Mo once again had the image of hearing the top ten most funny words in the world, shaking his head while laughing, "You often draw a person wearing a cloak in your graffiti in Rose Garden. The red-eyed man with the blindfold, write the name Kakashi."

Zhizhi frowned. Nangong Mo, whom she knew, knew about this matter, so she could understand it.

But why did this man, who never participated in her life at all, act as if he knew her very well?

"I also have a memory chip in my head. As long as there is this thing, everyone's memory can be communicated with each other." I read everything in his chip in time, and I know something that happened to you at Nangong's house."

that thing!

Knowing that the clacking sound of ten fingers is grasped, the veins are all exposed.

"Wife Zhizhi, the man you like named Kakashi also has red eyes." He paused and asked, "Could it be because of me?"

His address instantly pushed Zhizhi to the brink of anger, raised his already prepared fist and threw it at the side of his face——

With her low shout, he dodged away.

The wind of the fist hit the wall fiercely, with a bang, the LCD screen on the side of the shock began to tremble, and it almost fell to the ground and shattered...

This punch is merciless.