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Late at night.

In a lab in the Osborne Biotech Building, Kurt Connors looks at the manuscript paper scattered on his desk and writing down various formulas.

A small piece of manuscript paper almost absorbed his life's work.

But even this could not satisfy his dream of restoring a severed limb.

Regenerating a mutilated limb is no easy task!

Leaving his desk, Dr. Connors, standing on the terrace, somewhat disappointed, placed his left hand on the glass door that closed the terrace.

Through the bright moonlight, under the reflection of the glass door, Connors swings his left hand.

On the other side of the door, it seemed that there really was a right hand following suit.

It was the only time Connors felt meaningful, even if it was fake, only for a brief moment.

Connors smiled willingly.

After all, this is for him.

Meaningful!

However, this brief moment was soon interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.

"Please come in."

In order not to let others know his tiny dream, Connors immediately returned to his desk.

Squeak –

the door to the lab was slowly opened, and Connors looked towards the door.

But because the light was too dim, Connors could never see the real appearance of the man.

This couldn't help but make Connors a little scared whether the other party was some hostile company personnel who had infiltrated Osborne.

But Connors quickly dismissed that idea.

The Osborne Building is heavily guarded, and even if the clock is approaching, it is impossible for strange people to break in.

Unless he is a staff member of Osborne.

Tap-da-da....

With a crisp sound of footsteps, after receiving Connors' permission.

The person who knocked on the door also gradually walked in from the other side of the door.

The image of the person is a ninja hidden in the shadows, only seeing the figure, but not the other person's face clearly.

This made Connors, who was skeptical, even more puzzled.

I saw Connors squint his eyes at the comer, and found that the visitor turned out to be a young man wearing glasses and combing his long bangs.

This strange look, Connors has been in Osborne for so many years, he has never seen it.

"You are?"

Before Connors could ask, the young man took the lead in grabbing Connors' words and asked Kurt,

"Is it Dr. Connors?"

"I am."

Connors replied, his eyes growing puzzled in the dim light.

"I'm new to Osborne today, and I heard that Dr. Connors also specializes in biological genes?"

The young man gushed endlessly, and while confessing his identity, he did not forget to point to the identity tag on his chest.

And in his mouth, this sentence seems to have been said ten thousand times.

Quite skillful.

"Yes, this is one of my specialties."

Connors replied without hesitation.

In his eyes, since he is a colleague, then there is no need to have too much malice.

"So Dr. Connors, studying biological genes, is also to regenerate your amputated limb by the way?"

The young man's eyes were fierce, and he glanced at the cuff of Kurt's unsupported right hand.

And his behavior undoubtedly touched the weakness buried in Connors' heart.

However, in order to hide a little bit of caution.

Connors resolutely rejected the young man's view.

"Regenerating an arm seems to me to be impossible.

But we can also use that knowledge to benefit some of the people who are in dire straits, can't we? "

Oh? Impossible?

Dr. Connors, in my opinion, this can be done perfectly. Hearing

Connors' noble remarks, the young man smiled and said towards Kurt.

"Can it be done? What do you mean by that! In

the face of the young man's covert words, Connors's doubts deepened.

This new person who suddenly appeared is obviously not as simple as he imagined.

And the young man no longer played tricks, and from his pocket, he took out a green potion that emitted a strange light.

Under Connors's gaze, he put the potion into the experimental equipment.

Then he manipulated the machine and beat the agent into the body of the mouse with a broken leg.

In less than a minute, the scene that subverted Connors' perception appeared.

I saw that the guinea pig was rapidly regenerating its broken leg at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than a few seconds, the mice actually jumped alive in the small glass warehouse with the restored severed limb.

"This! How can it be!

Looking at this scene that could not be explained in words, Connors rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The fear that appears before you is just an illusion.

But anyway, it happened!

It was indeed in front of Connors' eyes.

"With this potion, Dr. Connors, your dream is no longer a dream!"

The young man looked at Connors, who was almost crazy about it, and without hurry, he took out another potion from his pocket and handed it to Connors.

Connors held the potion tightly, as if he had obtained a treasure, firmly in his hand.

He understood that the drug only needed to be clinically tested and successful.

Not only his severed limb can be restored.

Thousands of people who desire to regenerate severed limbs can also make a wish!

"You... Who are you?

Connors took his gaze off the potion and looked again at the young man standing in front of him.

There is a faint sense of curiosity in my heart that wants to uncover the truth.

When the young man heard this, he pointed to the identity tag on his chest again and smiled.

"Kenos, just call me Kenos."

......

Time is like an arrow, these few days after the transfer of the school.

Except for some gossip, and the violent beating of Vrash at the time when he was called to the teaching office.

Dudi also lived comfortably.

"Hey, did you know what happened the other day? Vrash was beaten so badly!

"It is said that the Vrash guy can't even eat a burger now!"

Pushing open the door of the Class A classroom, before Dudi could step into the classroom, he heard a bunch of gossip about his yesterday.

However, the students who were talking about it closed their mouths again after seeing Dudi enter the classroom.

"Dudy?"

Just as everyone in the class was walking away from Du Di, a sweet voice sounded from behind him.

Dudi put down his satchel and looked behind him.

The female classmate who spoke had a hairband tied in front of her forehead, and a lock of cream-yellow hair gently swayed with the breeze blowing from the window.

With a handsome face, there are few opponents in this huge Midtown High School.

The graceful figure she leaned against her desk, and Dudi always felt as if she had seen it somewhere for a moment.