Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【423 purpose】

"This living treasure, let it go, it's hard to find a second one, lock it up for me."

Only?

This Diderot is really capable, and the conversation was only a few words, but every sentence poked her anger point, which made her desperately want to kill this man immediately.

Thanks to the fact that she was sentimental about the story of him and Michelle for a few seconds just now, it turns out that the rumors in this world are beautiful, but the reality is cruel. No matter how infatuated the male protagonist is, there may be an impulse to make people harmonize him immediately .

Zhizhi got up and wanted to escape, but Diderot lowered his eyes and threatened, "I am familiar with the growth position of every bone in your body. If you struggle a few times, I will break a few bones for you. How about it?"

Zhizhi was still gnashing his teeth, but Du hurriedly squatted down, picked up the handcuffs and handcuffed Zhizhi's wrists, and said in a low voice: "Miss Song, for your own good, don't resist. What you saw on Nangong Island is that life is about to fail. Your young master, whose strength is vastly different from the one in front of you, I advise you to believe what the young master said."

She had heard Meng Yao's narration of Lu Lan's spine being broken when she died, and she had seen even Young Master Nangong's anger out of control, so she really shouldn't doubt Diderot's methods at the moment .

Zhizhi didn't move, Du breathed a sigh of relief, put on handcuffs, and handcuffed her right hand to the corner of the immovable marble table.

"Beautiful, obedient, and smart, you have the potential to be a pet." Diderot sat on the chair opposite her, leaned back comfortably, and the corner of his mouth was half a smile.

"That's right, but you invited me here." She glared at Diderot and asked displeasedly, "Beat first and then imprison. Is this how you, Jack, treat guests?"

"You sneaked into my territory, pointed a gun at my butler, and just said something rude to me." Diderot raised his brows slightly, his eyes flashed with unpredictable eyes, "Miss Song, here I am, Do you still dare to be a guest?"

"You even arrested my son, isn't it just to invite me here?" Zhizhi's eyebrows turned cold, "What do you want to do to the stone!"

"Are we going to get to the point so soon?"

Diderot sighed uninterestedly, turned the chair, faced the large screen on the wall, opened it, adjusted it for a few seconds, opened one of the panels, and after zooming in, an image of a stone appeared.

Xiao Shitou was put on a pure white surgical gown, lying on the operating table, his face was pale under the light, and he was asleep with his eyes closed. It could be seen that he had not been abused, but his head was filled with all kinds of strange things. Lines of different colors, there is a white machine at the source of the line, and there is a timer counting down on the display screen, 30 minutes and [-] seconds.

Zhizhi had an ominous premonition about the beating numbers, frowned and said in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

"Operation time." Diderot tapped his fingers on the table twice, his eyes looking forward, "It is now in the cleaning stage, and I will start the operation for chip implantation in 10 minutes."

Zhizhi's face changed slightly, and he clenched his hands tightly to suppress the shock, "What is your purpose?"

"Unless it is bred by the mother's womb, it is impossible to create long-term surviving clones. Nowadays, the longest period of clones is only about ten years. Cloning technology cannot be broken through. Now I must find memory transplants to continue to survive." Dede Luo turned to look at her, "For me, children are the best. Nangong Tou has enough time, and his wisdom matches mine. My biological mother is not annoying either. She has great potential."

"You have to use the body of a stone to live on..."

Zhizhi looked at Diderot, suppressed the angry words in the latter part of his heart, suppressed his anger, and asked calmly, "What about Michelle?"

Diderot obviously didn't expect Zhizhi to say these three words, and his fingers that had been lightly placed on the table froze for a moment. He turned his head and glanced at her, then turned his eyes to Du who was standing behind, and his eyes met. I understood everything silently.

"Master, I made the decision on my own and said something I shouldn't have said, and I accept the punishment," Du said as he lowered his head with a look of remorse.

Diderot didn't pursue it, and responded with a deep answer, his face darkened and he didn't speak.

Eerie silence.

Zhizhi looked at the jumping hour hand on the screen, pursed his lips secretly, recalled the hand-painted map in his heart, compared the arrangement of each room on the big screen, secretly thinking about how to buy time to escape, and figure it out within 10 minutes. Where the stone is, save the stone from the fire and water...

"Your method of diverting my attention was very successful, but unfortunately you should not forget that the mask told you that Nangong Tou has been infected with my virus for three days, and if you don't undergo my operation to implant a chip in 10 minutes, you must be brain dead, no Any other rescue method." Diderot's face was still gloomy, but his tone was not affected, and he was completely indifferent. "When I created the virus, the most basic requirement was to leave no room. The favorite method is to have no choice, your son. Destined to be used by me."

Zhizhi's face didn't change as much as Diderot expected, but was unexpectedly calm, "Diderot, you haven't answered my question yet, what is your purpose?"

"I just said it very clearly." Diderot frowned, "I'm sure you heard it very clearly."

"Yes."

Zhizhi smiled, his expression was very strange for a moment, with indescribable indifference and ridicule.

Diderot was slightly surprised by her reaction. He raised his chin and looked at the woman who was tied to the ground. He felt that she seemed to have grown and changed from the impression in the chip that Nangong Bendao got back at that time.Naturally, he has a degree in psychology, and it has long been a habit to judge his personality based on the influence, but he doesn't want her to surprise him again and again, so that he, who has always been very skilled in exploring human nature, can't tell for a while whether she is pretending to be acting or acting. Really unflappable.

Both paused for a few seconds, Zhizhi asked again: "What is your purpose?"

"Michel", Diderot didn't go around in circles, and answered three words directly, staring at Zhizhi with his eyes, watching her reaction, "Reviving my wife, this is my purpose."

According to the analysis of ordinary people in psychology, she is relying on her weaknesses to reduce the enemy's sense of superiority and find a breakthrough point-the next step, she will ask him, why?

"Why?" Zhizhi asked without hesitation, "Because of love?"

(Thank you Xiaohai 529, css5723143, joeychung88 for presenting silent gold medals, and dear qq625361478 for presenting silent flowers^_^)