In the base, the fortifications were being carried out in full swing. The special-shaped body surveyor made by Zhang Ji surveyed that a large number of special-shaped bodies were approaching their base around them.
The girl lying on the sickbed was pale, but when she faced Zhu Zhixin, she still tried to pull out a few wisps of smile. She stretched out her hand and pulled La Zhu Zhixin's clothes. That person was Song Yuanyuan.
songyuanyuanIt's okay, Brother Zhixin, I know my body very well.
Zhu Zhixin frowned and patted her head comfortably. The girl looked seventeen or eighteen years old, but her voice was still as immature as a six or seven-year-old child.
This sick girl was Song Yuanyuan, but she was not Song Yuanyuan as Song Yaxuan thought, but a clone of Song Yuanyuan with number 0520. And her voice was caused by a gene editing disorder.
zhuzhixinYou have a good rest, I will let Zuohang come over to accompany you later,
Zhu Zhixin watched distressed as the youngest clone sister in front of him ended up looking like she was about to die, and thought that the group of younger brothers and sisters who grew up would not be able to avoid the disease in the end. It's even worse in my heart..
The only clones who can survive now are probably Zuo Hang and Song Congee. The other people have different bad symptoms.
"Zhixin."
After visiting Song Yuanyuan, Zhu Zhixin, who was about to leave, stepped out of her door with one foot when she was stopped by a middle-aged man.
zhuzhixinWhat are you doing here?
"Let me see Yuanyuan."
zhuzhixinYou don't need to care, it's all thanks to your daughter, you still care about your own daughter.
Zhu Zhixin paused, said a few words coldly at the man, and then prepared to leave impatiently.
"Those two people surnamed Wang asked you to go over. If it is convenient for you, go over there. If it is inconvenient, go back to the room and call them."
"I see their posture, they seem to be in a hurry."
Zhu Zhixin snorted coldly, and without answering him, he turned and walked in the other direction. It was much better to see those two people than to see him.
When Zhu Zhixin arrived at the conference room, he found that it was full of people. All the clones still alive in the base except Song Yuanyuan appeared here.
Zhang Youyou covered her face and cried bitterly. Zhang Ji sat beside her and comforted her. The two of them raised their heads and glanced at Zhu Zhixin, and finally lowered their heads quickly.
zhuzhixinBrother Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't receive the notice when I was at Yuanyuan just now.
The man sitting on the main seat had a gloomy face, and Zhu Zhixin couldn't figure it out. The man sitting on his left nodded at him and invited him to sit down.
Zhu Zhixin sat down in his seat and asked Zhang Youyou next to him what was going on now, but she just cried and kept crying.
An ominous premonition rose in his heart.
wangjunkaiEveryone is here, so let's get started...
Wang Junkai nodded to Wang Yuan on his left.
Wang Yuan stood up and held a manuscript that had just been written in his hand. The handwriting on it was still wet, as if he had hesitated for a long time before writing it out.
wangyuanI know it's a level of brutality that none of us want to see. Just got a call from the power plant saying...
wangyuanSu Xinhao has left us forever...
Su Xinhao has left us forever...
Zhu Zhixin widened his eyes, some unwilling to accept the fact that Su Xinhao's past moves were all dumped into his mind at this moment.
The first time he walked... the first time he spoke...
Zhu Zhixin spent time with him, not just Su Xinhao, but all the clones present, including all the other clones who had passed away except Song porridge.
Ten-year-old Zhu Zhixin witnessed their birth, and it will be eighteen or nineteen years before and after.
