My Secretary is a Little Sweet Chapter 911: Memory fragments

Chapter 911: Memory fragments

Back then, why didn't he tattoo the words 'father' or 'mother' on his palm, but 'brother' instead?

Even though he had lost his memory, he was still convinced that he had a brother.

He had no impression of his parents at all.

Everyone else said that his parents were dead, but no one had ever said that his brother was dead. This meant that his brother must be alive.

The chip was removed from the back of Jing Zhi's ear. He felt his mind clear up.

He felt that he had overlooked an important question all this time. Perhaps, there really were people in these two large organizations who were protecting him?

What if those coincidences in the past were not his illusion, and someone really helped him?

Jing Zhi suddenly felt a sense of happiness, as if he had been warmed by the sun.

This was the first time in six years that he had truly felt happiness. The happiness of being protected and loved.

He was not a test subject, he was not a monster, he was just a child who had forgotten his past.

He lowered his head to look at the two light blue words on his palm, and a bright smile bloomed on his lips.

It was so good to have an older brother. He felt that the wounds on his body did not seem to hurt anymore!

Jing Zhi clenched his fists and strode out.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the doctors in the Research Inst.i.tute stopped him.

"Sean, you can't leave! You haven't recovered yet!"

"Sean, go back and lie down. Today's injection is not finished yet!"

"Sean, you can bleed from any part of your body. You can't come into contact with anyone else, or it will cause a large number of deaths. You have been ordered to be imprisoned! You won't be able to get out!"

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The noise made Jing Zhi feel irritated. He had been in a good mood, but when he saw these people who had been experimenting on him like a mouse, his mood was ruined.

In order to prevent being infected by him, the people in the Research Inst.i.tute were all wearing masks, rubber gloves, and protective clothing. They were fully armed, only their eyes were exposed.

Jing Zhi gave them a harmless smile and then bit his finger.

All the researchers who had come to block the road were scared out of their wits when they saw him bleeding. They all retreated in panic.

He was a moving pathogen! The most dangerous kind!

The blood was dripping down, but Jing Zhi didn't feel any heartache. Even if he didn't waste it, the blood would be taken away anyway.

With every drop of blood that gushed out, he threw it at a person.

In the a.s.sa.s.sin camp, he had long been trained to have excellent accuracy. In addition to his excellent vision, it was not difficult for him to throw the blood beads into people's eyes.

In less than a minute or two, the underground Research room of the Research Inst.i.tute was filled with wailing.

The piercing alarm in the Research Inst.i.tute immediately rang, and an angry voice echoed through the entire Research Inst.i.tute through a loudspeaker,""Stop Sean! He's not allowed to leave!"

More than a hundred armed bodyguards blocked Jing Zhi's way. Each of them had a gun in their hands. If he moved one more step, they would open fire.

Of course, the gun was not loaded with bullets, but a strong anesthetic.

Jing Zhi was the most important and valuable Virus Research subject in the entire Research Inst.i.tute, and he couldn't be put in any danger.

Jing Zhi couldn't help but sneer when he saw the large group of people blocking his way.

Did he think that the six years he spent in the a.s.sa.s.sin camp were all for nothing?

He suddenly increased his speed, easily avoiding the tranquilizer darts flying towards him, and barged into the group of bodyguards.

Jing Zhi kicked the bodyguards out one after another. It didn't look like he was kicking people out, but more like he was throwing out a broken sack.

Screams rose and fell. In a short while, all the bodyguards were lying on the ground, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

Jing Zhi kicked the door open and walked up the stairs.

The White patient's garb he was wearing was stained with blood, some of which belonged to him, and others. The slippers were nowhere to be found. He stepped on the cold ground barefooted, leaving b.l.o.o.d.y footprints behind him.

In order to prevent him from escaping, the Virus Research Inst.i.tute had not given him any food since he fainted. They only gave him an infusion every day to keep him alive.

He had not eaten for seven days in a row.

If his body wasn't strong enough and the virus wasn't able to devour cells to release energy, he would have starved to death.

The severe energy loss made Jing Zhi's head feel heavy.

He had lost a lot of blood. In order to maintain the concentration of the virus in his blood, the Research Inst.i.tute refused to give him a blood transfusion, so his face was extremely pale.

He had just fought against a hundred people alone and had been injected with a few tranquilizers. His body was seriously exhausted.

He started to hallucinate.

Jing Zhi knew it was an illusion.

He used all his strength and started to run.

He wanted to escape from this place. This was h.e.l.l on earth!

Why?

Why did he have a rare virus in his body? Why was he imprisoned here? Why didn't anyone treat him as a human!

What had he done wrong to deserve such punishment and torture?

The anesthetic gradually took over Jing Zhi's body. He ran faster in his hallucination, rushed out of the high walls of the Research Inst.i.tute, ran across the central square like the wind, and rushed into the vast ocean, letting his body sink slowly.

For a moment, he saw many fragments of memories, but the fragments were too messy. He could not tell if they were illusions or precious memories he once had.

"Brother, I have chocolate for you!"

"Big brother, when will I be taller than you?"

"Brother, can I sleep with you?"

……

In a daze, he saw a tall figure jump from the sh.o.r.e into the bone-chilling cold sea.

The figure was blurry, but it was getting closer and closer to him.

He reached out to him and supported his body, bringing him out of the sea and getting fresh air again.

Jing Zhi wanted to see his face and find out who had saved him. However, he was already exhausted, and the anesthetic dragged him into the endless darkness.

Jing Zhi woke up the next day.

He glanced around and felt dejected.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape.

He leaned against the headboard and recalled everything that had happened last night. He was not sure if anyone had saved him from the deep sea.

He often could not tell if it was an Illusion or Reality. He always felt that he was in a dream last night, so unreal.

The room door opened and Peter walked in.

"The number of direct deaths yesterday was 72, and the number of infected people was 256!