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Chapter 297 Shen Zhinian, He Was Too Late To Love (Eighth)
In the basement, the fire was faint.

Due to the lack of oxygen, the lamps by the wall seemed to be glowing green.

This is a small modern laboratory, coming in from the outside, it needs to pass a series of verifications.

"You can go out."

"Yes."

When the man opened his mouth, Qin Qiaoer reported the recent events and was driven out again.

There were only two people left inside.

Chang Shen looked at the female corpses hanging all over the wall, all of them died in different ways, bloody and cruel, but he only glanced at them lightly, without even frowning.

He didn't wear glasses since he wasn't in school. He took a string of Buddhist beads and hung them in his hands, twisting them once and for all, a bit like he was slowly turning the ruler of death.

With the viciousness of this person, this is not surprising.

However, he found something special, that is, except for the corroded corpse, the faces of the rest of the corpses were more or less similar.

"You killed these people because of hatred?" He twisted the beads in his hand, his cold brows were slightly curious.

He looked at the person sitting next to the precision instrument not far away, slowly fumbling with something next to a computer he had never seen before.

He was holding the keyboard with his fingertips, his skin was pale and cool, and the little finger of his left hand was missing, but it still didn't affect his gentle demeanor.

After a long time, he tapped lightly on the keyboard, and his soft voice was full of longing, and it was even hard to detect the reluctance, and the voice had a hint of ethereal: "No, I don't hate, how could I have any hatred for her?" Hate it."

It's too late for him to love...

Chang Shen walked around the laboratory, looking at the cold instruments placed everywhere: "I'm curious, what is your purpose for building this laboratory."

"You are curious, why should I kill them?" Shen Zhinian broke his mind.

He stared at the computer screen for a moment, his voice was very low, clearly gentle, but with an indescribable color: "The main reason I built this laboratory is for her, for her to come back, to return Come to me and listen to me obediently, do you believe it?"

Chang Shen gently twiddled the Buddha beads, lost his gentle and refined look, and between the deep and cold thick brows, a few traces of smiles emerged from the frost: "I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply."

The 'she' in his mouth should be someone very similar to these women.

"That girl just now..." He was referring to Qin Qiaoer.

"It's just an obedient dog." A sneer flashed across Shen Zhinian's Bai Liang's face.

He can stay if he wants to, and he can abandon it if he doesn't want to, it doesn't matter.

The corners of Shen Zhinian's gentle eyes were full of unresolved emotions, and he didn't plan to continue talking on this topic: "My new drug still needs to be developed for a while, this time, what do you plan to get as reward? Have you thought about it?"

Chang Shen's eyes fell on the corpse on the wall, and the beads on his fingertips slowly turned. As long as he can save Sheng Huan, he can do anything: "It didn't happen before, but now it does."

"You should be very satisfied."

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Wait for someone to leave.

In the laboratory, Shen Zhinian pushed the wheelchair and slowly left the computer equipment. His eyes fell on the wall, where there were female corpses in different shapes.

There is a book on his lap.

About organ transplants and gene editing.

Pushing the wheelchair, he slowly approached the wall, and walked to the most similar female corpse among them.

Staring at her pale and bloodless face, there was no more viciousness in her gentle eyes, and a touch of real tenderness appeared on Bai Liang's face.

Through her, he seemed to be looking at another person. After staring at him for a long time, he moved his lips lightly, and called out in a very soft and soft tone: "妧妧..."

"I will definitely let you come back to me."

"These people who are not like you, those who can't accommodate your memory, deserve to die."

Through organ transplantation, his vital signs returned to normal, and through genetic programming of memory, Qin Qiaoer could have everything that Fu Hanxiang had.

Well, his concubine...

It must be possible.

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　　Gene and organ transplantation, I am not a professional, there will be loopholes, professionals please do not criticize
　　
　
(End of this chapter)