After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Yan Zhijin opened the door again.

In the darkness, an arm stretched straight in front of him, blocking his way.

"I'm not going out." Yan Zhijin said.

The man in charge of guarding him lowered his arms and turned to look at him: "What's the matter with you?"

The man was dressed in a military uniform, with a tall and straight figure, thin lips and a high nose, narrow eyebrows and raised eyebrows, and when his face was expressionless, there was a sense of foreboding all over his body.

"The drug didn't leak out of my laboratory." Yan Zhijin said.

"This matter is being investigated by a special person, and you don't need to emphasize it."

Yan Zhijin didn't seem to hear the indifference in his tone, and went on straight: "According to the location where the first batch of mutants appeared, the center of the drug leakage can be delineated."

"Not at S University," the man admitted generously, "but, a person may not have only one laboratory."

"Some time ago, Qianshan Feiniao Company had rumors of recruiting researchers to conduct human-enhanced drug research." Yan Zhijin paused, and said, "The reason I know is because they tried to poach my students."

"You want to say that those mutated people were researched by them." The man asked, "But can they really do it?"

"The existing data in your research institute prove that you have conducted relevant research," the man said indifferently, "After we handed over the experimental data to the Disheng Institute, they spent several days and nights, and until now nothing has been analyzed. No one dares to touch the snake alone. Do you think Meng Yuanshan can do this research by just hiring a few researchers?"

The military has obviously investigated Qianshan Asuka Company.

"Then you should have discovered that the relevant research has been suspended." Yan Zhijin retorted lightly.

"What do you want to do?" The man's eyes were like eagles, staring straight at his expression, "You told me a lot, what do you want me to do?"

"It's nothing, I'll give you some advice." Yan Zhijin held the door with one hand, as if he was about to close the door and go back anytime, "But it looks like you don't need it."

A man is like a sharp knife ready to be unsheathed at all times, sharp and decisive: "I will report your suggestion to the colonel, but if you want me to do something myself, or let you do something, I can only tell you ,impossible."

"Are there enough food reserves?" Yan Zhijin asked.

"It's fine for at least a month." The man frowned.

Yan Zhijin asked the names of several kinds of food, the man's temples twitched and he gritted his teeth and said, "There are no such good conditions! Are you here on vacation?"

"Oh." Yan Zhijin was a little disappointed.

"You don't look nervous at all." The man captured his slightest expression, "No one knows how the situation will develop, maybe we will all be buried here in a few days. You may die without a whole body. Even if we If you are lucky enough to be saved, you will also become a sinner through the ages. Do you feel nothing at all?"

"I can't do anything." Yan Zhijin had a rare gentle attitude, "You don't let me do anything."

The man stared at him with a serious tone: "Actually, if the Disheng Institute is still helpless about this, maybe they will let you out—of course, we will still conduct experiments under our protection."

"No, I believe in the professional ability of Disheng Institute."

The man's expression became very subtle.

"You don't seem to trust them." Yan Zhijin asked seemingly unintentionally.

"I don't like people who take credit for others." The man said with a little boredom, "Of course, this doesn't mean that I will support you."

There was a faint smile in Yan Zhijin's voice: "If you feel that Dishengsuo is not reliable enough, you can consider contacting Professor Benjamin in Country A."

The man read his name again, indicating that he would report to the officer.

"Also, haven't you found out the whereabouts of Fang Mian and Zhou Hanguang?"

"How do you know they're missing?" The man's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"There are very few people who have access to confidential information." Yan Zhijin pointedly, "You should have seen that snake. The raw material of this medicine is his venom. Except for a few people in our core group, no one else has access to it at all. No. Since the drug didn’t leak from me, someone else transferred the venom.”

"You suspect them?" The man looked strange.

"They did disappear."

The man hesitated to speak, but finally said: "Fang Mian is my cousin." Is it inappropriate for you to speak ill of him in front of me?

Yan Zhijin was also a little surprised. He looked at the man's face again and asked, "Are you Fang Qizhu?"

"Have you heard me?"

"My brother mentioned you." Yan Zhijin's speech slowed down obviously, as if he was lost in memory.

"What did he say about me?" Fang Qizhu changed his calmness just now, like a cat whose tail has been trampled on, his whole body reveals his irritability.

"He said that you are very introverted, do not like to talk, and are often bullied. Although you are in a bad situation, you are very kind and helpful. He also said that you are very hardworking in training, and he admires it."

Every time Yan Zhijin uttered a word, Fang Qizhu's face darkened.

"Screw shit, who is being bullied?"

"Maybe his understanding of this word is a little different from yours. He said that you are his good friend, and he feels guilty because he can't help you."

Fang Qizhu clenched his fists, his knuckles creaked: "Okay-friend-friend-"

Yan Zhijin closed the door: "I'm going to sleep, you can do whatever you want."

***

Qi Li'an walked into the research institute under the escort of several soldiers.

He took off the coat that had been grabbed into rags by the mutants, simply tidied up his messy hair, put on relatively neat clothes, and went straight to the locked hidden room.

He closed the door, slammed a pile of documents onto the coffee table, and asked, "Isn't this your research? Why isn't it useful for those mutants?"

Zhou Hanguang sat on the sofa, his eyes dull: "These are all the research of the tutor, and we are only responsible for laying the groundwork. Sometimes, we will sigh, how can the human brain be so delicate, and come up with so many novel ideas."

"What now?"

Zhou Hanguang raised the corners of his mouth and asked mockingly, "When you cooperated with Fang Mian and stole the research materials and experimental materials, didn't you expect this to happen?"

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Trying to figure out how to write the story of Fang Qizhu and Shen Zhichen.