born criminal

"Where is the inhibitor, I want to see." Yang Zhou calmed down first, and his cautious character prompted him to seek evidence.

"In the laboratory. It must be kept at eight to ten degrees, and it will not be inactivated in a low-oxygen environment of PH6.5." Simon wiped the wine stains on his lips, wrinkled his nose, and complained, "You just Can't you make me happy for a while?"

There was light in his eyes, and his aging skin glowed with vigor and vitality, as if the high-spirited young scholar had quietly woken up from a long slumber.

In the 30 years at the base, Simon has gone through the process of not accepting his fate, accepting his fate, and then not accepting his fate.After receiving funding from Chen Jian, he was full of hope and immediately started research on synthetic inhibitors.The research took ten years and cost him a lot of effort.Countless mornings, Simon woke up from his dream, glanced at the desolate scenery outside the window, told himself "today is that day", and then experienced the same heartbreak.

Later, he was disheartened and developed the B75 according to Chen Jian's request, thinking that the B75 could lead the base out of the control of the United Nations, but fate played tricks on them again, making them realize that they were ridiculous.

Simon walked into the lab this morning, intending to say goodbye.Chen Jian, Fang Xing and others have been under house arrest for two and a half days for investigation. He knows that the situation is over, and he accepts the fact that he will die of old age in Base No. [-].When Simon was nostalgicly looking through years of research results, he accidentally discovered a mistake he made earlier.He was keenly aware that this was a breakthrough, and after correcting his mistakes, he tried again several times, and found the most suitable catalyst and reaction conditions for the experiment.

Seeing the drop in hormone levels, Simon was overwhelmed with ecstasy and stood there for a long time before letting out a scream of surprise.

The seeds of hope that have been carefully cultivated for many years finally germinated at the last moment.

"Let's go, I'll show you." Simon put on a coat, and greeted Yangzhou to go out, with gestures and gestures, he looked arrogant.

The two entered the underground labyrinth from the abandoned warehouse in the North District, and came to the laboratory for synthesizing the inhibitor.This room is adjacent to the room where the B75 incubator was originally placed, and there is also a sterile cubicle inside.

Simon pointed to the green liquid slowly dripping from the extraction bottle, and briefly explained to Yangzhou: "Scientists outside have discovered that the expression of the gene of a born criminal will make the level of certain hormones in the human body slightly higher than that of ordinary people, thus making people Impulsive and irritable, neither pre-synaptic inhibition nor post-synaptic inhibition can bring it back to normal. In fact, they are all wrong. The criminal gene does not increase the original neurotransmitters in the body, such as adrenaline, but Expressing something that looks like adrenaline, but isn't. Scientists have been getting their subjects wrong all along..."

Yang Zhou bent down, observing the green liquid in the bottle curiously and in awe, Simon's words drifted into his ears intermittently, and he only heard the sentence "I've given myself an injection".

After watching for a long time, the little bit of emerald green liquid gradually spread to the entire field of vision, like a vast sea, enveloping Yangzhou.He was absent-minded for a moment, then suddenly stood up straight, his fingertips trembled like a spasm, his eyes were eager, like a ball of red coals, "We can save Chen Jian."

"Of course." Simon stopped his passionate statement, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he sighed sadly, "But how can I help?"

Yangzhou thought for a few seconds and said, "Make up a story."

The sun is gradually setting to the west, and the sunset rays pass through the windows, painting the dark and cramped room orange-red.

Simon was a little dizzy, shook his head, and said hesitantly: "So, the condensed version of the story is--B75 is the code name of the inhibitor experiment, it is not a dangerous weapon, and it has been funded by Vladimir for ten years. research."

Yangzhou nodded.Now that things have turned around, he returned to work almost immediately, arranging everything calmly and meticulously.

"We need to build momentum, like the white doves who released Bernard's interrogation report, and caught UNPO off guard."

Yangzhou asked Simon if he knew Smith, and then borrowed his mobile phone to make a call, and immediately said, "Mr. Smith, there is news."

Twenty minutes later, Smith rushed into Simon's house, sweating profusely, and asked what the news was before he could catch his breath.

Yang Zhou took out a stool for him to sit down, pointed to Simon and asked him, you two are old acquaintances, right?

"Of course, we are drinking buddies." Smith scribbled a greeting to Simon, "Is there any news about B75?"

"Yes, but before that, I would like to invite you to get to know Dr. Simon again." Yang Zhou said very solemnly.

Simon puffed out his chest in cooperation, nodded and smiled at Smith. The word "doctor" surprised Smith. He turned his head and looked at the old man in front of him carefully. Seeing that his eyes were bright and he didn't look like a down-and-out alcoholic at all, he realized that there was a mystery here.

Simon cleared his throat, re-introduced himself, and told him what happened 30 years ago.Time is precious, every time the second hand jumps, Chen Jian, Fang Xing, and Douglas are in a more dangerous situation, so Simon briefly explained how he discovered the natural criminal gene, how he was stolen by JM Pete, and how he fell to No. [-] Base encounters.

Smith was dumbfounded at first, but then, moved by this absurd experience, he turned his head and wiped his tears.Literati are always more sensitive. Originally, Simon was able to look back indifferently, and he was infected by him, and he was a little choked up.

Yang Zhou stood aside quietly, and when the two had digested their emotions, he said, "Now let Simon tell you the truth about B75."

Smith almost jumped off the stool: "It really exists?"

"Yes, Smith," Simon said, "but B75 is just a code name. Ten years ago I approached Vladimir and asked him for funding so that I could conduct a difficult experiment, which was highly confidential, with equipment, materials, He was personally responsible for the funds. Just today, the experiment was finally successful, and I developed the inhibitor."

Smith's eyes widened in disbelief, and he opened his mouth to ask, but Simon gestured for silence, so he had no choice but to endure doubts and shock, and continue listening.

Gradually, he was no longer in a hurry to ask questions, and his expression changed from shock to solemnity. After Simon stopped narrating, Smith scratched his hair, his suspicious eyes glanced at Simon and Yang Zhou, he hesitated a few times before asking: "Is this the truth?"

Yangzhou and Simon nodded, but Smith didn't believe it. He stared straight at the two of them, "Dr. Simon's identity should be true, but there are loopholes about B75. You have concealed something."

Simon sighed in frustration and stopped talking.Yangzhou had anticipated this situation a long time ago, and without making excuses, he calmly told Smith: "So we need your help."

Smith paced the room anxiously with his hands behind his back. After a few back and forth, he said, "But this is deception, and people need to know the truth."

Yang Zhou asked him, if the truth only brings suspicion and hurt, is it still so important?

Smith hesitated for a word. He stood in front of the window, resting his forehead on the back of his hand while propping up the glass with one hand.

"Mr. Smith, I beg you." Yang Zhou was suddenly moved, and his emotions turned from intense to gloomy, "Do you still remember Lily's case? I really need you to be persuaded by me again. Inhibitors are a big discovery, and it may promote " Repeal of the Segregation Act."

Turning his head, Smith saw the old and the young looking at him pleadingly, their eyes focused and burning, like a drowning man looking at a straw.

Yes, he is just a straw, with meager strength, but he also has his own weight.

"I have two conditions." Smith gritted his teeth and said, "First, I want to know the truth, and second, after a few years, these secrets should be revealed to the public at an appropriate time."

Simon didn't fully trust Smith, and hesitantly gave Yang Zhou a wink, but Yang Zhou didn't look at him, and simply agreed, telling Smith the facts about B75.

"Actually, you are here to save people, right?" Smith pointed in the direction of the government office area, "The repeal of the Quarantine Act is just talk."

"As long as natural-born criminals are regularly injected with inhibitors, the hormone levels and neural structure in their bodies are exactly the same as ordinary people." Simon said, "It would be too much to lock us up."

Smith shook his head worriedly, still not having much hope. The debate on whether to keep or abolish the "Segregation Act" has been debated for many years, and the Rose faction has never won.Although the inhibitor seems to be a wonderful opportunity, the hand that turns the clouds and the rain does not grow on a few of them.

The three of them sat together and discussed for another hour. Smith quickly wrote the draft of the article and asked Simon if there were any witnesses to the incident that year.

Simon had two graduate assistants at the beginning. After JM Pete published the paper, he was afraid of the truth and suppressed them in various ways. Now the two are no longer in the scientific community, but they still have contact with Simon and can testify.In addition, Simon's research materials and original data of the year have been kept by his wife Linda.

"Great!" Smith slapped his thigh hard, and after writing a few words, he suddenly looked at Simon in surprise, "You still have a wife? I've never heard you mention it."

"I wrote a lot of poems for her," Simon blinked, lost in the past, "she's remarried."

After discussing some details, Smith and Yang Zhou took the first step.They were walking side by side in the dark and low corridor, when Yang Zhou suddenly asked Smith if he knew the word knife and pen official.

"I've heard." Smith understood what he meant, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "But I suspect that I don't have that great ability."

Yangzhou smiled slightly, not knowing whether it was true confidence or self-deception, "No matter what, you have to try. Reason will never get lost forever."

It was getting late, and the reporters who had been waiting for a day in front of the government building were angry and unwilling to return empty-handed. They huddled together in small groups to complain.

Simon deliberately shaved his beard and changed into the cleanest clothes to find Antonio, but he was not big enough to break through the dam built by the reporters with their bodies.

"Give way!" He shouted loudly, "I know the news about B75, I surrender myself!"

The sound of discussion disappeared in an instant, and the dark head turned around at the same time, and all kinds of eyes focused on this strange old man.In the next second, it seemed that the starting gun was fired, and the reporters rushed to charge Simon.The first reporter who arrived was holding a slender microphone. Before he could finish asking, "Who are you?", he was bumped several times by his peers swarming behind him, and the microphone almost poked Simon in the face.

Yes, that's what it takes.Simon stood still calmly, and waved his hand to signal the reporters not to be crowded. When he opened his mouth, everyone present held their breath.

"What's the matter?" Not far away, Antonio received the news from the guard at the gate, and looked out from the window on the fourth floor, "Who is that man?"

A little further away, nestled in a twenty-square-meter bachelor apartment, Smith checked the article for typos one last time, and then clicked send.