Chapter 589 Master Chi You, Take Us Home

Junsche rolled down the car window, saw a guard standing outside, and said respectfully, "Master Jun, please walk with me for the rest of the journey."

Junsche opened the door and got out of the car, and the driver followed, but the guard stopped the driver: "Sorry, you can't go."

The driver looked at Junsche, Junsche glanced at him and said, "Stay here and wait for me."

The driver became anxious: "You go up alone, in case there is any danger..."

"It'll be fine, wait for me in the car." Junsche ordered coldly.

The driver did not dare to disobey, so he got into the car alone.

The guard led Junsche up the mountain, halfway up the mountain, took another cable car, and finally arrived at the Gate of Life and Death.

This is not Jun Siche's first visit to the Gate of Life and Death. This is the first scene he saw when he woke up from a car accident, and it is also the first scene in his memory. After that, he doesn't remember anything.

He received treatment here for more than half a year, taking more than a dozen medicines in bottles and cans every day, and did not leave until he recovered.

The guard took Junsche to the top office, pushed open the door of the office, Junsche stepped in, and two figures stood up at the same time.

Mu Chenbi smiled, like an old friend who had known each other for a long time, and greeted Jun Siche: "Are you here?"

Dean Xing looked at Junsche with surprised eyes.

This was the first time he saw Jun Siche. When Jun Xianrong was sent here for treatment, it was Jun Xianrong who handed over to Mr. Karl the full authority. From the operation to the ward, he was strictly guarded. He could not see Jun Siche. Scher side.

Now that I finally saw him, the appearance of the man in front of me was exactly the same as Dongtang Chiyou's portrait.

Jun Siche is Dongtang Chiyou, there is no need to doubt the authenticity of this matter!

"Where is the research institute?" Junsche seemed to be impatient with him.

"Young Master Jun is really impatient..." Mu Chenbi laughed softly, walked to the door of the office, turned his head to look at Jun Siche: "Come with me."

A group of people came to the research institute in a mighty manner. Dean Xing turned off the infrared light and performed face recognition. Then, the tempered glass door was slowly pushed open to both sides, and a pungent smell of disinfectant, mixed with traces of blood, hit the face. come.

Junsche frowned and walked into the research institute. When he saw the scene inside, his pupils trembled and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

An operating table appeared in front of his eyes. On the operating table lay a naked person, no, it should be more accurate to say that it was a corpse, because the person had been disemboweled, and a thin tube was embedded in his wrist, and blood flowed inside, but it was not It's not giving him a blood transfusion, but drawing blood out.

There are all kinds of surgical instruments next to them, all stained with blood, which have not been cleaned up in time. The glass tubes are filled with unknown liquids, placed in petri dishes, and various labels are pasted on them, such as bacterial infection, serum antibodies, cell division, and virus mutation Wait.

The scene in front of him stained Junsche's pupils with blood, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. In a trance, he seemed to see the corpse open his eyes and cast him a look for help.

"Master Chiyou..."

"Master Chiyou..."

These sharp shouts pierced his ears like needles, and the fragments that flashed through his mind coincided with the scene in front of him, tearing apart every nerve in him.

He seemed to see thousands of people kneeling before him, and thousands of people shouting in unison before him.

"Master Chiyou! Take us home!"

His head was about to explode.