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[395 Two Nangong Mo]

"Didero, used cloning to create another me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhizhi's uncertain guesses suddenly settled down. She shook her head in denial, "Impossible. The creation of human clones uses cell DNA replication through asexual reproduction to create fingerprints, appearance, and fingerprints similar to the original body."

, the shape of a human being is exactly the same, but the creation must begin to develop from a fertilized egg. Only when it is born from the mother's body like a normal baby, can it continue to survive! You and Diderot have only known each other for a few days, even if it is your first time.

When we first met, he was attracted by you and accidentally took your DNA, but in just a few years, how could he create you as an adult!"

He was originally worried that being too professional would make her confused, but her thoughts were even clearer than his.

At least when he saw himself soaked in drugs in the radiation room, he had no such doubts at all.

"Everything you said is correct. They are clones in the true sense. They can grow, survive, and can grow old, sick, and die with age." After a pause, he walked towards Zhizhi, "So they can only count

As a clone, Diderot's unique creation is a substitute that is conscious, has memory, and can act, no different from his original body, and can even have the same abilities as his master, but has a short life."

Zhi Zhi was heartbroken and looked at him without saying anything.

"Your eyes are revealing your distrust of me." He smiled and opened the screen on the wall. The blue light flashed and dozens of shrunken monitoring windows appeared. His fingers slid on the screen and finally selected a frame.

, opened it, pointed at the picture on the screen, "To prove my honesty, you can see it for yourself."

There are three electric chairs in the white cell, two of which have the unconscious Han Ze and Ji Yu tied up. On the electric chair on the far right is Nangong Mo, who is not tied up but lying on the chair dying.

When Zhizhi saw the face on the screen, he subconsciously looked back at the man behind him, who had exactly the same face.

In order to clear Nangong Mo's name at Nangong headquarters, she and An Yan thoroughly investigated the hospital where Beiming Wanrou delivered her baby, and repeatedly confirmed to Nangong Zhan that Nangong Mo definitely did not have a twin brother.

So, who is the man next to you?

Who is the man on the screen?

Zhizhi felt like there were countless bees burrowed into her mind, circling and buzzing fiercely. She stared at the screen and her throat was so dry that she couldn't make any sound. Men with the same appearance one after another sandwiched her in the middle. Her hands and feet were so cold that she almost

Unable to move.

"I will not find someone to pretend to be me. You should understand that there is no need."

Mask, or to be more precise, he should be called Nangong Mo. Hearing his voice, Zhizhi suddenly bit his lip, suppressing the waves of nervousness and shock in his heart, and tried to ask in a calm voice: "Why three years later?"

Just let him go back to Nangong’s house?”

"You also know that the success rate of cloning technology is very low, and the same goes for clones. He has to go through Diderot's three years of constant revision and research, and finally has to pass the most difficult test of transplanting memories before he can officially wake up."

Nangong Mo raised his hand, turned off the screen, bent down and leaned close to her cheek and said with a smile, "You are listening to my explanation, Zhizhi, don't always stare at the screen, look at my face, okay?"

The same tone of voice and the same calling method are confusing.

Zhizhi was very calm and did not turn around and said: "Imitate him again, or I will beat you up."

When he heard the word "imitation", he laughed, "His character, his tone, everything about him is imitated by me. Do you think it is appropriate to use the word imitation?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I still have questions." Zhizhi turned around and walked aside, "The memory in his mind is not the same as what you just told. What's going on?"

"After creating the clone, feed him the Sanri virus on the first day he starts functioning, create space for the memory chip, and then implant the rewritten memories into his brain through the instrument. It's that simple."

Nangong Mo pondered and reminded with interest, "I didn't rewrite that unique memory. Can Miss Song guess what it is?"

Zhizhi understood without having to guess that the only overlap between the two Nangong Mo was Doug's memory of her.

"Why is life short?" he continued to demand. Zhizhi had no intention of answering the topic he changed, "Explain."

Nangong Mo, who was ignored again, was very impatient. He sighed, "Why did I fall in love with you in the first place?"

"Who knew, it would blind your dog's eyes!" Zhizhi raised his eyebrows.

Nangong Mo was stunned for a moment, pointed to his own eyes, and said in a serious tone, "You can call me the prophetic eye, the hypnotic eye. If you like the red color, I can accept it as the Sharingan eye, but it's such a vulgar name.

, let’s forget it.”

Even the Sharingan knows it! Zhizhi looked disdainful and incredulous, "You are almost thirty, and you still look at the things of us young girls!"

"Pfft——!" Nangong Mo burst out laughing inadvertently. Nangong Mo looked like he had heard the top ten funniest sentences in the world. He laughed and shook his head, "When you doodle in the Rose Garden notebook, you often draw a Dai Dai.

The red-eyed man with the eyepatch, write the name Kakashi."

Zhizhi frowned. Nangong Mo knew this, and she could understand it.

But why did this man, who never participated in her life at all, act like he knew her very well?

"I also have a memory chip in my brain. As long as I have this thing, everyone's memories can be interoperable." He stopped laughing and explained, "After robbing that thing back from the hospital, his life was almost completely exhausted, so

I read everything in his chip in time and found out what happened to you at Nangong's house."

That thing!

Zhi Zhi's ten fingers clenched and his veins were exposed.

"I know, my wife, the man you like to call Kakashi also has red eyes." He paused slightly and asked, "Is it because of me?"

His name instantly drove Zhizhi to the edge of rage, and he raised his prepared fist to hit the side of his face——

As she yelled, he ducked away.

The fist hit the wall violently, making a loud bang, and the LCD screen on the side began to tremble, almost falling to the ground and shattering...

This punch was merciless.