Han Yu seemed to have already asked all the questions that Strange wanted to ask.

I could feel that these questions were mixed with things that Han Yu herself wanted to ask. Her method of questioning was very clever. The personal agenda she carried might not have been noticed by Strange, but it was keenly captured by me.

Strange walked out of the room behind the one-way glass and came to me. He looked at me with a smile, seemingly very satisfied with my answer.

Strange opened his mouth and asked me, "Mr. Zhao Chenguang, do you have anything else to add?"

"I want to say that Daniel's matter has nothing to do with Rou Yi and the others. Please don't make things difficult for Rou Yi, Fatty, and Han Yu." I looked at Strange and said seriously.

Strange looked at me strangely, as if he were looking at a patient with Alzheimer's disease. He nodded and said, "As long as you haven't lied to me, I can guarantee the safety of the three of them. Of course, the premise is still Han Yu's cooperation."

Having said that, Strange glanced meaningfully at the silent Han Yu.

"To be honest, Mr. Zhao, your days are numbered," Strange said with a sigh.

My mentality was calm, and I accepted the reality that my days were numbered with equanimity.

"I can feel my life flowing away. Since coming out of the sea, I have felt that my aging speed has been obviously accelerating."

"No, Mr. Zhao..."

Just as Strange was about to continue, Han Yu stopped him, with anger in her eyes, and also a pleading look: "Enough is enough."

Strange remained unmoved. He was like a leech that kept sucking blood, seemingly trying to extract all the information from me through various means. He didn't take Han Yu's words to heart.

Strange said to me, "Mr. Zhao, it is with great regret that I inform you that several months have passed since you came ashore from the fishing boat in the North Atlantic. During this time, 'you' have already found the underwater meteorite..."

When he said the word "you," Strange deliberately emphasized it, as if hinting at something to me.

"How should I put it, your main body has already found the underwater meteorite. The current you is just a Zhao Chenguang clone, to be precise, clone number three. Before you, there were two other clones, but they are already dead."

After hearing Strange's words, I was shocked as if struck by lightning.

I'm fake?

I'm a clone?

Then my memory...

Many questions came to my face, violently stimulating my nerves and subverting my cognition.

Regardless of Han Yu's obstruction, Strange took me to the corpses of the first two clones to tell me that what he said was true.

The two corpses in front of me that looked exactly like me made me feel extremely shocked—this was the evidence, the evidence that "I am actually a clone."

I felt a burst of dizziness, my legs trembled and weakened involuntarily, and I felt like I was about to faint.

Han Yu grabbed me, and she clenched her fists tightly, very dissatisfied with Strange's series of actions.

"So, Mr. Zhao, no, I should call you Clone Number Three, do you have anything else to say to us?" Strange's expression was arrogant, as if a demon was whispering, "You must know that now is your last chance to confess, maybe one or two of your words can bring freedom to your friends, such a deal is very cost-effective for you."

Strange completely shattered my psychological defenses. I shook my head and trembled, unable to accept the fact that I was a clone.

Strange said to me again: "Helping us find the meteorite can also help you. Maybe the meteorite can save you. The special substance in your blood may come from the meteorite."

I shook my head, crying bitterly: "That's all I know, there's really nothing else, please let me go."

Seeing my near-collapsed appearance, Strange knew that he could not dig anything else out of me, so he stopped stimulating me with words.

Han Yu hugged me distressedly and said to me, "As long as you still have Zhao Chenguang's memory, you are still him, still our young master, don't listen to Strange's nonsense."

I gently shook Han Yu's hand with my cold hand, and said to Han Yu with a lonely expression: "You are the smartest one among us, you must take care of Rou Yi and Fatty."

Han Yu pursed her lips and said firmly:

"Okay, don't worry."

"Let's go!" Strange said to Han Yu.

Two researchers lifted Han Yu up from me, and Han Yu reluctantly glanced at me, who was paralyzed on the ground.

I waved to Han Yu, barely squeezing out a smile.

Watching Strange and Han Yu's leaving backs, I thought that my value might be at an end. After Strange told me the truth that "I am a clone," he had actually sentenced me to death.

After they left, I was immediately taken to a dissecting room. They didn't even clean the operating table full of blood stains before lifting me up.

The way these grandsons act is really ruthless.

The person in the protective suit put an anesthetic breathing mask on my face. I didn't struggle. I knew that my life as Clone Number Three was about to end. This was my destiny, but my tears fell from the corners of my eyes involuntarily.

Of course there are regrets, but I still did something when Strange wasn't paying attention—I hope Han Yu can understand my hint.

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Walking out of the gate, Han Yu was put on a helmet again and helped onto a wheelchair. Then, Han Yu was sent out of the biochemical laboratory.

Strange did not send Han Yu back to her laboratory.

After taking off the helmet, Han Yu found herself in an underground garage. Han Yu asked Strange: "What's going on? Where are we going?"

Strange said: "Of course, it's fulfilling the promise and taking you to see your companions."

Hearing Strange say that he was going to take her to see her companions, a trace of joy welled up in Han Yu's heart, but thinking of how cunning Strange was, she also had some worries.

Han Yu and Strange got into a luxurious business car together. Strange sat next to her, and Han Yu felt very uncomfortable.

"Let's go." Strange said to the driver. The driver pressed a button, and the rear car windows where Han Yu was all turned opaque black. Then the driver stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the business car sped away.