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Yang Xue rummaged through her backpack, wanting to see what medicine could relieve symptoms.

But Gray waved his hand.

"Dr. Yang, don't waste your efforts, I can feel that my time is running out."

Yang Xue looked at Gray, his face was pale, his forehead was full of sweat, it seemed that he was indeed close to the limit.

Yang Xue is not hypocritical, and she also knows that the most important thing at this time is to compete with the god of death for time.

Zhang Jue completely ignored Gray's state, and continued to ask: "The building on the left, what happened after I opened that door, and where did you go when you disappeared?"

Gray thought for a while, and said, "After you opened that door, we found a particularly large disk. You said it was a cipher disk. We were about to decipher it, and the researchers left in the main building suddenly issued a message. After receiving a distress signal, we went all the way down and saw a figure running into the building on the right."

"Then we split into two groups. You and Dr. Yang went to chase that figure, and I led the team to check the situation in the main building. I found that Luo Lisi and the others had disappeared. We searched for a long time in the main building, but we couldn't find them. They, you didn't come back either, I wanted to lead a team to find you and Dr. Yang, and then everyone felt dizzy, as if they had inhaled some kind of gas—waking up again, just now, as for you and Dr. Yang What happened, I don't know."

Gray spoke quickly, not wanting to waste any second.

Zhang Jue turned his ear and listened carefully to every word he said.

Mystery man?

He pinched his chin and looked at Yang Xue.

"I remember you told me that the person who rescued you from that safety cabin was also a mysterious man in black."

"Yes." Yang Xue nodded, "I didn't see his appearance clearly."

"Could it be your father?" Zhang Jue said.

Yang Xue pondered for a moment, then said, "I... can't be sure."

Yang Xue and Yang Wensong have been separated for more than ten years, so it's normal not to recognize each other.

Yang Wensong's coffin was empty, so Zhang Jue took him as the number one suspect as a matter of course.

But there is one thing that is very strange.

If that person is really Yang Wensong, why is he always sneaky, come out and let everyone recognize him?

It seems that things are not that simple.

"Cough cough cough-"

Having said that, Gray suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face became paler and he couldn't stand upright, so he simply sat down on the ground.

His consciousness has begun to blur, and reality and memory are intertwined.

But neither Zhang Jue nor Yang Xue made any moves.

His death is a foregone conclusion, any concern is superfluous.

If he wants to die peacefully and deservedly, the only way is to take 3125 into custody again.

"One last question." Seeing that Gray had reached the limit, Zhang Jue said, "Why, Yang Wensong chose you, Director Gray, is there anything special about you?"

"I...I don't know." Gray answered Zhang Jue's question with difficulty, but at this moment, he could hardly think.

"You know." Zhang Jue bent down, grabbed Gray's shoulder, looked down at him from a high position, and looked into his eyes.

"Director Gray, you must have something different from the others, which is why Yang Wensong chose you as his back-up. Why did you survive for so long without being infected by 3125? Tell me!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Zhang Jue almost yelled out, because Gray's spirit was already in a trance. `

Gray looked up at the ceiling.

But in his eyes, there is a blue sky.

"Why, choose me..."

In a trance, Gray went back to the past again.

It was a night of the week before they were going to see 3125's true face.

Yang Wensong called him to the roof of the building.

Looking at the sand dunes in the distance and the stars in the sky, the two had a conversation.

"You are……"

"I'm here to help. You should have seen me. As for my identity, it doesn't matter—Grey, do you know the 'Fei Mu' sect?"

"do not know."

"It's an ancient sect. I read it in an ancient book. They believe in killing. This sect has been taught some killing skills since children were sensible, until they grow up. In the age of the weak and the strong , They developed very rapidly, and in a short period of time, they occupied a large piece of land in Europe, do you know how they died out in the end?"

Gray thought hard, but still couldn't come up with an answer.

"I have no idea."

"It's actually very simple. If you want to defeat them, you just have to join them. Other sects have learned their methods and cultivated their combat power since childhood. At that time, their advantages will no longer exist—oh, I suddenly A word came to mind, on our side, it’s called introversion.”

Gray asked: "But if this is the case, aren't all sects the same as them? What's the point of defeating him?"

"Of course it makes sense." Yang Wensong said, "Because people are different in the final analysis-a boy will always be a boy, even if he has a strong force, he will not become a dragon. A dragon is a dragon, even if Even when he was weak, he was also a dragon."

Gray thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the reason.

He looked at Yang Wensong.

This oriental man is young, but his deep eyes are full of wisdom.

For a moment, Gray didn't know how to reply.

"Grey, I can see that you are a gentle person. At least you are more suitable for that matter than I am. I hope my choice is right. Then, goodbye. Good luck to us and you too."

……

Gray recounted the conversation sentence by sentence.

After finishing the last sentence, his expression was already in a trance.

It seems to have been completely divorced from reality.

Immersed in his memory.

There was Director Hurley, his colleagues, his adopted daughter, everything.

"Director Gray?"

Yang Xue tried to shout.

At this time, Gray's seven orifices were bleeding.

It was no longer possible to respond to their inquiries.

His figure swayed, and he slowly fell backwards.

Zhang Jue supported him.

"Consultant Zhang, Dr. Yang Xue." Gray opened his eyes in confusion, and with the last bit of strength, he said, "I seem to see it, it is... around us."

These were the last words of Director Gray before his death.

After speaking, he completely closed his eyes.

The original assistant to the supervisor, the nominal last leader of site 237, just died like this.

Yang Xue closed her eyes.

Zhang Jue sighed.

The two brought him back to the ground, dug a hole in the sand dunes directly in front of site 237, and buried him.

Gray's ability is not top-notch, but he has made outstanding contributions to the Foundation, to the Antimemetics Department, and to all mankind.

Before Zhang Jue and Yang Xue arrived, under the influence of many antimemetic projects, he had almost lost all his memory. The only reason he stayed here was his sense of responsibility.

The Foundation has never been short of such people, especially in the Antimemetics Division.

After he injected the Z-class mnestic, the information he brought was very important.

Zhang Jue has almost put together all the puzzle pieces.

3125 is making a comeback, and in such a stealthy way, it's chilling.

It implants ideas into people's brains, and under normal circumstances, it is impossible to find them at all.

This should be the truth about Hurley's suicide.

They waged a final battle against 3125, but failed.

If they don't commit suicide and allow 3125 to successfully invade human society from this isolated site, the consequences will be disastrous.

Therefore, Director Hurley and more than 400 researchers resolutely chose to die heroically.

How similar to Marion Wheeler.

They all chose to sacrifice themselves, just to slow down the pace of 3125 and buy time for the latecomers.

And Gray also completed his task, using his life to hand over these precious information to the latecomers.

Zhang Jue randomly inserted a wooden board in front of Gray's grave.

"Dude, your mission is over."

He looked back at the three buildings standing in the desert.

"Next, let's take a look at my methods, buddy."

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Chapter 196 I'm Missing Someone

After Gray was buried, the two returned to the site.

It was getting dark by this time, and they had been at this site for almost 48 hours.

Many things happened in these two days and nights, but in the end, the truth will come out.

The two came to the room where the unconscious researchers were, and were going to try to wake some of them up to understand the situation.

Walking to the door, Yang Xue suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Jue looked at her.

"No." Yang Xue frowned, "One is missing."

"Huh?" Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows.

Yang Xue looked at the researchers lying on the ground: "When I found them just now, I counted them. Including Director Gray, there are three rows in total, eight people in each row, but now there is one person missing in the last row. "

Zhang Jue snorted.

Strange things happen every year, especially this year.

"Don't worry about him." Zhang Jue thought for a while, and then said, "We should follow our own thinking and not let the enemy lead us by the nose."

Yang Xue nodded, that's the reason.

The two found Gray's daughter Norris as they had previously discussed.

Yang Xue squatted down and held her in her arms.

Zhang Jue put his palm on top of Luo Lisi's head.

He took a deep breath and activated his skill "Invalidation".

Their idea is very simple, to wake up Norris too.

Because the evolved version of 3125 is more dangerous, Zhang Jue dared not wake everyone up until he found a way to thoroughly identify it—after hearing what Gray said, they already knew the reason why the Antimemetics Department did not dare to seek help from the outside world .

It would be a catastrophe for 3125 to re-enter human society.

In fact, there is another way to stop 3125.

Just like Director Hurley did.

Kill all these people.

But this move can only cure the symptoms, and can only delay 3125's invasion of the human world.

3125 is everywhere, as long as someone agrees with some of its ideas, it will soon make a comeback again, and it is hard to guard against.