Chapter 911: Memory pieces

At the beginning, why didn't he stab his father's or mother's handwriting in his hand, but stabbed his brother's words?
Even if he lost his memory, he is still convinced that he has a brother.
Instead, he has no impression of his parents.
Everyone else said that his parents were dead, but no one said that his brother was dead. This means that his brother must be alive.
The chip was taken out of Jing Zhi's ear, which made him feel that his brain seemed clear.
He feels that he has always overlooked an important issue. Perhaps, in these two organizations, is there really someone who protects him?
If the previous accidents were not his illusion, but someone really helped him?
Jing Zhi suddenly had a sense of happiness that was warmed by the sun.
This is the first time in six years that he has truly felt happiness, being protected and being loved.
He is not a guinea pig, he is not a monster, he is just a child who has forgotten his life.
He looked down at the two pale blue writings on his palm, and his lips burst into a brilliant smile.
It’s good to have a brother. He doesn’t think the wounds on his body hurt.
Jing Zhi clenched his fist and strode out.
Seeing that he was leaving, the doctors in the institute blocked him.
"Sean, you can't leave, your body hasn't recovered yet!"
"Sean, you are going back to sleep, today's drug injection is not finished!"
"Sean, you can now bleed anywhere in your body. You can't touch outsiders, otherwise it will cause a large area of ​​death. You have been imprisoned! You can't get out!"
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The sound of one after another made Jing Zhi feel annoyed. He was in a good mood. When he saw these people who had been experimenting with him as a mouse, his mood would not be good.
In order to prevent him from being infected, these people in the institute all wore masks and rubber gloves. They were also wearing protective clothing and armed with only two eyes exposed.
Jing Zhi showed a harmless smile to those people, and then he broke his fingertips.
All the researchers who came to the road stopped watching him bleed, and all of them were scared and unremarkable, and they rushed back.
He is a mobile pathogen! The most dangerous kind!
The blood drops one by one, Jing Zhi does not feel bad at all, anyway, even if he does not waste, these blood will be pumped away.
Every time a drop of blood is poured out, he slams into a person.
In the killer camp, he has already been trained to have a good head, and his eyesight is superb. It is not difficult to bring blood to people's eyes.
However, in a minute or two of work, the underground research laboratory of the institute has already mourned.
The shocking alarm of the institute immediately sounded, and an angry voice echoed through the loudspeakers throughout the institute: "Blocking Sean, absolutely not allowed him to leave!"
Hundreds of heavily armed bodyguards stopped Jing Zhi. Each of them had a gun in his hand. As soon as he took another step, he would shoot.
Of course, it is not a bullet, but a powerful anesthetic.
Jing Zhi is the most important and valuable research body of the entire research institute, and certainly cannot make him life-threatening.
Jing Zhi looked at a group of people under pressure and stopped him, and could not help but sneer.
When he was in the killer camp for six years, was it white?
He suddenly accelerated the sprint, and the speed suddenly increased. He easily avoided the anesthesia needle that flew toward him and broke into the group of bodyguards.
One by one bodyguards were smashed out by Jing Zhi, and the scene did not seem to be kicking out, as if throwing a sack outside.
The screams came one after another, and all the bodyguards were squatting on the ground for a while, not knowing what to do.
Jing Zhi kicked the door open and walked step by step along the steps.
The white sick suit on his body was stained with blood spots, his own, and others. Slippers had no idea where to go. He barefooted and stepped on the cold ground, behind him was one after another footprints.
In order to prevent him from escaping, the Virus Research Institute began to stun him, and he did not give him a meal. He only gave him infusion to maintain his life every day.
He has not eaten anything for seven days in a row.
If not his body is strong enough, the virus can phagocytose cells to release energy, and he is almost starved to death now.
Severe energy deficiency makes Jingzhi a bit top-heavy.
He had too much blood loss. In order to maintain the concentration of the virus in his blood, the institute refused to give him blood transfusions, so his face was pale.
Just now, I shot another enemy, and I had several narcotics. His body was seriously overdrawn.
His eyes began to appear hallucinations.
Jing Zhi knows that this is an illusion.
He used all his strength to start running.
He wants to escape from here, here is on earth!
why?
Why is there a virus that is rare in the world? Why is he imprisoned here? Why no one has made him a man!
What he did wrong, subject to such punishment, suffered such torture!
The effectiveness of the anesthetic gradually occupied Jing Zhi's body. He accelerated the illusion, rushed out of the high walls of the institute, ran across the central square like the wind, and rushed into a vast ocean, letting his body slow down. Slow down.
For a moment, he saw so many pieces of memory, but the pieces were too messy, and he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or a precious memory that he once had.
"Brother, I have chocolate, I will give you food!"
"Brother, when can I grow longer than you?"
"Brother, can I sleep with you?"
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In the meantime, he saw a tall figure leaping from the shore into the icy waters.
The figure was blurred, but it was getting closer and closer to him.
He reached out to him, held his body, took him through the sea level, and regained fresh air.
Jing Zhi wanted to see how he looked and wanted to know who saved himself. However, his physical strength has long been overdrawn, and the narcotics forced him into the boundless darkness.
The next day, Jing Zhi woke up from the faint.
Looking around, he was upset.
No matter how he struggles, he can’t escape here.
He leaned on the bed and recalled what happened last night. Some were not sure if anyone had rescued him from the deep sea.
工具s are often different from illusion or reality business. He always feels that last night they were in a dream.
The door to the room was opened and Peter walked in.
"The number of direct deaths yesterday was 72, and the number of infected people was 256!"