The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Jun Sicher rolled down the car window and saw a guard standing outside, and said respectfully: "Junior, please walk with me on the next journey."

Jun Siche opened the door and got out of the car, and the driver followed, but the guard stopped the driver: "Sorry, you can't go."

The driver looked at Jun Si Che. Jun Si Che glanced at him and said, "You stay here and wait for me."

The driver became anxious: "You go up alone, in case there is danger..."

"Nothing will happen, wait for me in the car." Junscher ordered coldly.

The driver didn't dare to defy, so he got into the car alone.

The guard led Jun Siche up the mountain, walked halfway up the mountain, took another cable car, and finally reached the gate of life and death.

This is not the first time Jun Siche has come to life and death. The first time he wakes up from a car accident is here, and it is also the first scene in his memory.

He has been treated here for more than half a year, taking more than a dozen medicines in bottles and cans every day, and he did not leave until he recovered.

The guards took Jun Si Che to the top-level office, pushed open the door of the office, Jun Si Che walked in, and two figures stood up at the same time.

Mu Chenbi smiled, like an old friend who has known each other for a long time, and greeted Jun Siche: "Here?"

Dean Fortunately looked at Jun Siche with a surprised look.

This was the first time he saw Jun Si Che. When Jun Si Che was sent here for treatment, Jun Xianrong gave it to Mr. Carl to take care of him. From the operation to being sent to the ward, he was strictly guarded. He did not see Jun. Scher side.

Now that I finally saw him, the face of the man in front of him was no different from Dongtang Chiyou's portrait.

Jun Si Che is Dong Tang Chi You, there is no need to doubt the authenticity of this incident!

"Where is the research institute?" Jun Sicher seemed impatient to bend around him.

"Young Master Jun is really impatient..." Mu Chenbi chuckled, and walked to the door of the office, turning his head to look at Jun Siche: "Come with me."

A group of people came to the research institute in mighty force. Fortunately, the dean turned off the infrared rays and performed face recognition. Then, the tempered glass door was slowly pushed open to both sides, a pungent smell of disinfectant, mixed with traces of blood and blood. Come.

Jun Siche frowned and walked into the institute. When he saw the scene inside, his pupils shook and he stopped abruptly.

An operating table was shown in front of his eyes. There was a naked person lying on the operating table. No, it should be more accurate to say that it was a corpse, because the person had been ripped open, and a thin tube was inserted into his wrist. The blood flowed inside. Not giving him a blood transfusion, but drawing blood out.

There are various surgical instruments next to them, all stained with blood, and they have not had time to clean them. The glass tubes contain unknown liquids and are placed in petri dishes with various labels on them. Bacterial infection, serum antibodies, cell division, virus mutation Wait.

The scene in front of him stained Jun Siche's pupils with blood, and the whole figure seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. In a trance, he seemed to see the corpse open his eyes and cast him a look for help.

"Master Chi You..."

"Master Chi You..."

This sharp cry pierced his ear like a needle, and the fragments flashing in his mind overlapped with the scene in front of him, cutting every nerve in him.

He seemed to see thousands of people kneeling in front of him, thousands of people shouting in unison in front of him.

"Master Chi You! Take us home!"

His head was about to explode due to the noise.