Chapter 912: Who is helping him?

"Sean, if you go on like this again, the institute will take back all your freedom and you will be imprisoned here for the rest of your life!"
"Retract my freedom?"
Jing Zhi’s face was pale and he could not see the slightest blood color, but his eyes were very mad, and the smiles on his lips were all ironic.
"My freedom, why do you say that you accept it? Imprisonment for life? Isn't I now imprisoned for life?! Today is not Christmas, April Fool's Day!"
Peter's face is a bit ugly.
Jing Zhi has a sharp mouth and he just said that he is!
Today was originally a grand Christmas, but there are so many people dead in the institute, who is still in the mood for the holidays!
"The people you killed are innocent. They have made outstanding contributions to the entire research institute. They should not die so worthless!"
It is not easy for the institute to cultivate a loyal and reliable elite. The virus research here is to some extent a , and it is the kind of six-parent ignorant crazy talent, because many experiments need to be in their own family. Hands on it.
In the past three years, many of the elites in the institute have died in the hands of Jing Zhi. Peter is of course angry and distressed.
But I can't take Jing Zhi anymore. It is definitely not good to let him die, but regardless of the punishment, Jing Zhi has never been a serious matter. Even if the skin is beaten, he will not die, and even the next kill will be intensified.
"Nothing? Hahaha..."
Jing Zhi laughed loudly, smiled and laughed, and his tears flowed out.
"No one here is innocent! Why not kill?! The viruses you studied are enough to destroy all human beings. This is also called contribution. Kill them, this is called contribution!"
However, Peter does not think so. He feels that all the staff here are benefiting all mankind. Once the virus is successfully developed, everyone will be immortal! He is also eager to become like Jingzhi. Not only is his strength tyrannical, but he also has a long life span, and he can squander youth and enjoy life unscrupulously.
"Sean, you can't be so selfish. What do you mean by being able to live alone for so many years? When your loved ones and friends are dead, only you are living alone in this world, is it interesting? Are you? Don't want them to live long?"
Jing Zhi’s heart moved, but his face did not have any flaws. He sneered:
Don’t you say that my parents are dead? Do I have other relatives? As for friends... If you are such a friend, it’s my friend. Then, I may have friends with hundreds of trucks!"
"I am not your friend, you will always know."
Peter faintly said, and then told the doctor to come in to give Jing Zhi infusion.
"You still don't try to escape. It's better to have learned so many lessons. Why don't you still remember for a long time? Don't force me to increase the dose, otherwise you may sleep for a month or two, then wake up and what?" I don't remember."
Jing Zhi is not afraid of anything else. He is most afraid of losing his memory.
Without memory, he has no way to identify which ones are his own enemies, and there is no way to find revenge for those who have tortured him, and there is no way to find his own life.
Although Jing Zhi hates everything here, but at present, this Peter is a relatively normal person in the entire institute.
The rest of the people are paranoid, and there is an incredible fanaticism about the virus in his body. One can't wait to strip his skin, and carefully study why his body can accommodate those viruses.
Jing Zhi didn't want to change someone else to control him. He and Peter had formed a delicate balance. As long as his requirements were not too much, Peter basically satisfied his needs.
In return, he is generally more in line with Peter's blood and drug trials.
Jing Zhi leaned on the bed and said nothing, letting several doctors who were afraid and enthusiastic about him give him drugs.
He knows that he can't escape at all. Even if he is not Peter, there will be others who will force him to give injections.
Jing Zhi has long been familiar with all the drugs that have been injected.
But after the injection today, he did feel a little different - without the pain and nausea of ​​the previous bones, only a slight discomfort.
Some of these medicines are used to weaken his muscles, so that he will not have the strength to run out in a short time.
But now he has no sense of weakness in his power to be evacuated.
what happened?
Jing Zhi suspiciously looked at Peter, who was standing by the door and wearing a protective helmet and protective clothing.
Peter didn't look at him at all. He was impatiently yelling at the doctors' hands and feet.
Is it a new drug?
When everyone left, Jing Zhicai went to look at the English marked on the infusion bag.
That's right, it's the same as before!
Jing Zhi was confused, and he did not know what was going on.
Peter is not like someone who will make such a mistake!
Did someone secretly change his medicine?
Jing Zhi unexpectedly remembered the vague figure he saw on the seabed last night.
Perhaps, it is not my own illusion, it is really someone who is saving him!
Jing Zhi can be sure that the person who saved himself is not a research institute. The people of the institute did not dare to touch him directly. They are afraid of getting a virus, so they must wear rubber gloves on their hands.
Recently, this kind of feeling that someone is helping him is getting stronger and stronger.
Jing Zhi suddenly smiled and looked at the bed in a subconscious mood.
This time he discovered that the room he lived in today was not a basement, but a room with windows above the ground!
Jing Zhi slammed his eyes and he suspected that he had an illusion!
how is this possible!
Is the Institute crazy? Are they not afraid that he will break the glass and escape from the window?
Although I don't know if it is on a few floors, even if the institute has the tallest building, he has the means to jump safely and safely.
Both eyes are about to smash, and the window in front of them is still there.
Jing Zhi was excited to unplug the large number of instruments attached to his body, unplugged the needle inserted in the blood vessel, ran to the window with bare feet, and some greedily looked at the heavy snow fluttering outside the window.
There is a piece of white outside, basically nothing can be seen, but Jing Zhi has a fascinating look.
This Christmas, he thinks it is quite happy!
If it is better to eat, he is very hungry and hungry.
Soon, Santa seemed to hear his voice, and a doctor sent him a fragrant roast turkey!
Jing Zhi tore a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing a swallow, he swallowed a doctor who poured water on him. "Is it poisonous?"