The lazy cat master's secrets were revealed, and the male protagonist was thinking about him

Chapter 201 Experimental Maniac

There was plenty of light in the ward. Zhou Zhou quickly glanced at the faces of the other three men. His heart sank suddenly, and he knew they couldn't be Pei Yanlie.

There was no expression on his face. He looked at the names without hope. Except for the name Wen, which sounded familiar and seemed to be Pei Yanlie's cousin, the other two names were very unfamiliar.

The air conditioning in the ward was turned on very low. A chill went from the soles of his feet to his heart. He covered his dull aching heart and turned to walk out of the ward.

He stood in the hospital corridor, his back leaning against the wall, his heart pounding and his legs becoming weak.

Will Pei Yanlie still stay there?

Thinking of what Director Yao had just said, he felt dizzy before his eyes.

There are two federal soldiers still in the world of the book.

Pei Yanlie, could he be one of them?

Director Yao saw that he looked distraught and pale, and a trace of worry flashed across his eyes. "You just recovered your memory, don't get too excited."

Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes, clenched his hands into fists, took a deep breath, raised his red eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Doctor Yao, do you know Admiral Pei's real name?"

He had mixed feelings at this moment. He didn't want to guess that General Pei was Pei Yanlie, but deep in his heart there was a glimmer of hope.

What if it really is him?

His whole body tensed up and his face turned even paler.

Admiral Pei was the most dazzling, respected and beloved figure in the entire Federal Empire. Just by watching the video of him shooting the criminals with a cold face and without hesitation, he could not help but shudder.

General Pei is a man who is even more cold-blooded and ruthless than the overbearing president Pei Yanlie. He really can't imagine any connection between these two people.

Director Yao shook his head. "This is a secret of the federal army. No one knows the admiral's real name except for the insiders."

Indeed, no one knew the admiral's name, and no one bothered to discuss his name.

Ever since Zhou Zhou got to know General Pei, the people around him would only respectfully address him as General Pei.

Zhou Zhou pursed his lips and moved down with his back rubbing against the wall. He squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the quiet corridor, his heart aching as if it were being stabbed by needles.

I really want to take another look at Pei Yanlie.

Suddenly, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps. Director Yao widened his eyes when he saw the people coming.

Zhou Zhou had no expression on his face as he watched three men in blue coats, obviously working for a research institute, walk straight towards him and finally stop in front of him.

The leading man wore a mask and a pair of glasses on his tall nose. The thin lenses could not hide the fanaticism oozing from his eyes, like that of a madman.

"What do you want to do?" Director Yao stood in front of Zhou Zhou, his tone cold and full of obvious anger.

He knew the man in the lead, who was one of the old students in the institute and the son of the institute's director, Song Shaolin. Outsiders called him an "experiment maniac."

Song Shaolin has performed dissections on at least a hundred experimental subjects, including men, women, young and old.

Unexpectedly, just as Zhou Zhou recovered his memory, this person received the news and rushed over impatiently.

Director Yao deeply suspected that there were many spies sent by research institutes in the Federal Hospital.

Song Shaolin chuckled, seemingly not treating Zhou Zhou as a living person, and said bluntly: "Come and take my experimental subject home."

"Stop joking. Does the Federal Club allow you to do such evil things?!" Director Yao's face was stern, his voice was a little louder, and his tone was full of resentment.

Song Shaolin coughed twice and signaled the assistant next to him to take Director Yao away.

Director Yao was quickly grabbed by the arm by his assistant. He was infuriated by this gangster behavior and yelled for security.

Song Shaolin took out a permission slip from his pocket, which stated in black and white that the institute would have the right to conduct non-life-threatening experiments on Zhou Zhou, who had recovered his memory.

Below the black lettering was the official seal of the Federal Club.

Director Yao was speechless and cursed in his heart: Bastard!

Zhou Zhou raised his eyes and stared at the permit in Song Shaolin's hand, then stood up and sneered, "You want me to go back to the research institute with you guys and have you rip me open with just a piece of torn paper?"

"You have no right to refuse." The fanaticism in Song Shaolin's eyes became more and more obvious. He wished he could ask his assistant to take out a rope and tie this man back to the research institute so that he could conduct experiments to his heart's content.

Without endangering his life, he could also open the man's brain and use the most advanced instruments to test the differences between his brain structure and that of other people.

Zhou Zhou was half a head taller than Song Shaolin. He glanced at the assistant who took out the syringe. His already depressed mood became even worse. He just felt his fists and feet itchy and he wanted to beat someone up.

He snatched the permit from Song Shaolin's hand at lightning speed, tore it into pieces in front of him, and then threw the shredded paper away, saying in a calm voice: "Isn't it enough for your experiment that you drew so much blood from me during the hospitalization?"

Song Shaolin lowered his eyes and looked at the shredded paper falling to the ground. He chuckled. When he looked up, his glasses shone coldly. He said nonchalantly, "It's useless to tear it into pieces. I have the right to send someone to take you back to the institute."

Zhou Zhou laughed angrily, his slightly raised phoenix eyes contained an undisguised chill, "Sorry, I don't have time to play with you. Perhaps you can do an autopsy experiment on yourself to see why your brain is different from others, crazy man."

Song Shaolin narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped talking nonsense with him. He raised his hand, and the assistant holding the syringe rushed towards Zhou Zhou.

There was no way Zhou Zhou could stand there and be pricked by an acupuncture needle, so he quickly stepped to the side with his long legs and ran towards the elevator.

Song Shaolin hated disobedient experimental subjects the most, so he chased after him with two assistants. Seeing that Zhou Zhou was about to enter the elevator, he quickly took out the tranquilizer gun and shot directly at Zhou Zhou's back, regardless of the regulations of the Federal Hospital.

The tranquilizer gun fired silently and extremely quickly. Zhou Zhou felt a chill on his back and just wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The anesthetic needle pierced through his clothes and stabbed into his shoulder blade. Even though the elevator was right in front of him, he couldn't move forward.

You can’t go to graduate school, absolutely not!

The elevator door opened at this moment, and a tall figure vaguely walked out in the blurred vision.

The dose of the anesthetic injection was not large enough to make him faint, but his weak legs made him unable to stand steadily. He was about to fall to the ground, but the next second, a strong arm firmly grasped his lower back.

Zhou Zhou blinked his heavy eyelids, trying to wake himself up. His hands hung down weakly and his face was buried in the embrace that exuded the fragrance of pine wood.

He opened his mouth and managed to squeeze out a sentence with difficulty: "Um... take me away."

The soft and powerless voice was like a spoiled child. The hand holding his waist suddenly tightened, and his body suddenly became lighter. He was picked up horizontally. He had no time to struggle, and kept saying, "Help me... take me away."

He didn't want to enter the research institute. What would Pei Yanlie do if he couldn't bear the hardship and died?

When he left Yucheng People's Hospital, he agreed with Pei Yanlie to wait for him in the future.

Can't break a promise.