TLCBITAR Chapter 201

Chapter 201: The Experiment Madman

The light in the ward was bright, and Zhou Zhou quickly scanned the faces of the other three men. His heart sank, knowing they couldn’t be Pei Yanlie.

His face was expressionless as he looked at the names without hope. One of the last names, Wen, sounded familiar, seemingly Pei Yanlie’s cousin. The other two names were completely unfamiliar.

The air conditioning in the ward was set very low, and a chill crept from the soles of his feet to his heart. He clutched his aching heart and turned to leave the ward.

Standing in the hospital corridor, he leaned against the wall, his heart pounding and his legs weak.

Could Pei Yanlie still be lingering there?

Remembering what Director Yao had just said, his vision blurred.

There were still two Federation soldiers in the world within the book.

Could Pei Yanlie be one of them?

Director Yao saw his lost and pale face and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. “You’ve just recovered your memories, don’t get too excited.”

Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes, his hands clenched into fists. He took a deep breath, raised his reddened eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Doctor Yao, do you know General Pei’s real name?”

His mood was a mix of emotions. He didn’t want to guess that General Pei was Pei Yanlie, but deep down he held a glimmer of hope.

What if it really was him?

His whole body was tense, and his face turned even paler.

General Pei was the most dazzling, respected, and beloved figure in the entire Federal Empire. Just watching the video of him coldly and unhesitatingly shooting the criminals made him shudder.

General Pei was an even colder and more iron-blooded man than Pei Yanlie, the domineering CEO. He couldn’t imagine what connection the two could have.

Director Yao shook her head. “This is a secret of the Federation army. No one except internal personnel knows the General’s real name.”

Indeed, no one knew the General’s name, and no one dared to discuss his name.

From the moment Zhou Zhou learned about General Pei, everyone around him only respectfully referred to him as General Pei.

Zhou Zhou pursed his lips, sliding down the wall. He squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the quiet corridor, his heart aching like it was being stabbed with needles.

He really wanted to see Pei Yanlie again.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came. Director Yao’s eyes widened when she saw who it was.

Zhou Zhou’s face was expressionless as he watched three men in blue coats, clearly from the research institute, walk straight towards him and stop in front of him.

The man in the lead wore a mask and glasses on his high, straight nose. The thin lenses couldn’t hide the fanaticism in his eyes, like a madman.

“What do you want to do?” Director Yao stood in front of Zhou Zhou, her tone cold and clearly angry.

She recognized the man in the lead. He was a student of the old fogeys at the research institute, and also the son of the institute’s director, Song Shaolin, known as the “Experiment Madman.”

Song Shaolin had dissected at least a hundred experimental subjects, men, women, young, and old.

She didn’t expect that Zhou Zhou had just recovered his memory, and this person had received the news and couldn’t wait to come over.

Director Yao deeply suspected that there were many spies from the research institute in the Federal Hospital.

Song Shaolin chuckled, seemingly not treating Zhou Zhou as a living person, and said without hesitation, “Here to take my experimental subject home.”

“Don’t joke around! Does the Federation allow you to act like this?!” Director Yao’s face was tense, her voice louder, her tone full of anger.

Song Shaolin coughed lightly, signaling the assistant beside him to pull Director Yao away.

Director Yao was quickly grabbed by the assistant. She was angered by this gangster behavior and shouted for security.

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

The official seal of the Federation was stamped below the black letters.

Director Yao was speechless, cursing inwardly: Beast!

Zhou Zhou raised his eyes, staring at the permit in Song Shaolin’s hand. He stood up and sneered, “You want me to go back to the research institute and let you cut me open with a piece of trash paper?”

“You have no right to refuse.” The fanaticism in Song Shaolin’s eyes became even more obvious. He couldn’t wait for the assistant to take out a rope and tie this person back to the research institute so he could experiment to his heart’s content.

Without endangering his life, he could also open up this person’s brain and use the most advanced instruments to test how his brain structure differed from others.

Zhou Zhou was half a head taller than Song Shaolin. He glanced at the assistant who took out the syringe. His already depressed mood worsened, and he felt itchy fists and feet, wanting to beat someone.

He snatched the permit from Song Shaolin’s hand with lightning speed, tore it to pieces in front of him, and casually threw the pieces away, saying lightly, “Wasn’t the blood you drew from me while I was hospitalized enough for your experiments?”

Song Shaolin lowered his eyes, looking at the scattered pieces of paper on the ground. He chuckled, and the moment he raised his head, a cold light flashed in his glasses. He said nonchalantly, “Tearing it up is useless. I have the right to send someone to escort you back to the research institute.”

Zhou Zhou laughed in anger, his slightly raised phoenix eyes containing undisguised coldness. “Sorry, I don’t have time to play with you. Maybe you can do an autopsy on yourself and see why your brain is different from others, you crazy person.”

Song Shaolin narrowed his eyes, no longer bothering to talk nonsense. He raised his hand, and the assistant holding the syringe lunged at Zhou Zhou.

How could Zhou Zhou stand there and be pricked? He quickly stepped aside with his long legs and ran towards the elevator.

Song Shaolin hated disobedient experimental subjects the most. He chased after him with two assistants. Seeing Zhou Zhou about to enter the elevator, he quickly pulled out a tranquilizer gun, disregarding the Federal Hospital’s regulations, and fired directly at Zhou Zhou’s back.

The tranquilizer gun was silent and extremely fast. Zhou Zhou only felt a chill in his back. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The tranquilizer dart pierced his clothes and stuck into his shoulder blade. Even though the elevator was right in front of him, he couldn’t take another step.

He couldn’t go to the research institute, absolutely not!

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

The dose of the tranquilizer dart wasn’t enough to make him faint, but his weak legs made him unable to stand. Just as he was about to collapse to the ground, a strong arm firmly wrapped around his lower back.

Zhou Zhou blinked his heavy eyelids, trying to wake himself up. His hands hung down weakly, and his face buried into a pine-scented embrace.

He opened his mouth and squeezed out a difficult sentence, “Ugh… take me away.”

His soft, weak voice was like a spoiled request. The hand on his waist suddenly tightened, and his body suddenly lightened. He was lifted up in a princess carry. He couldn’t bother to struggle and repeated, “Help me… take me away.”

He didn’t want to go to the research institute. What would happen to Pei Yanlie if he couldn’t take the torment and died?

When he left Yucheng People’s Hospital, he had promised Pei Yanlie that he would wait for him in the future.

He couldn’t break his promise.