hsntnovel Chapter 347 [Jiang Xingni]
Chapter 347 [Jiang Xingni]
He followed the directions and found the location where the replica was being controlled.
The door slid open, and if He Jingtong hadn't been able to see the room and walls before he arrived, he would probably have thought he had left the base after entering.
Simply put, this place is just too big.
He Jingtong took a step forward. Apart from the traces of the wall behind him, all he could see in front, to the left, and to the right was empty space.
He didn't know how big the incubation room was; he only knew that he couldn't see the boundaries of the room at all.
He Jingtong could only see that his field of vision was completely filled with one test subject after another.
They didn't know if they were alive or dead. They just stayed in the nutrient solution with their eyes closed. Occasionally, with each breath, a few bubbles could be seen rising to the surface of the nutrient solution and then gently bursting without making a sound.
The almost endless experimental subjects were soaking in the nutrient tanks, and they were photographed row by row, as if they had filled the entire room, with no end in sight.
This should have been a common scene, but when He Jingtong recalled what he had seen—the clone from Jiang Xingni's perspective—he suddenly felt nauseous.
Counterfeit goods.
Only this one thought remained in his mind.
He Jingtong forcibly suppressed the sudden surge of anger in his mind, focusing on the important matter at hand—where exactly was the button to control the clone.
"Ahem." A familiar voice suddenly came from the monitor speaker in the room.
He can accurately distinguish who is speaking even through the altered electronic voice.
—His father.
"I didn't expect you to still end up here. I knew I shouldn't have sent you in the first place. But if you can be bewitched by them and forget our desire to resurrect your mother, then others will be even more easily bewitched by them."
He kept rambling on and on.
He Jingtong narrowed his eyes: "Stop."
He Jingtong's tone was far less polite towards his own father, who was old and still a thief. He bluntly stated, "So, Father, I no longer meet your standards. Are you planning to directly replace me with another heir?"
no answer.
On the other side of the speaker, the elderly VOID leader heard his son's incredibly direct words and couldn't help but fall silent for a moment.
"No." He smiled. "I'm just turning you back into the son I always was, the one who walks the same path as me."
He Jingtong no longer needed to ask what that sentence meant—he had already seen the humanoid creature that suddenly appeared before him, with the same face as his own.
He Jingtong laughed in exasperation: "So I have a copy too."
His elderly father replied slowly, "Of course, it's better to be prepared."
"I have one myself," he reassured his son.
If one day he goes astray and betrays his original intentions, or if one day he and his son die on this path, leaving only his deceased wife to be resurrected and remain in this world, that would be too cruel.
To this end, he specially made different replicas, so that if such a thing happened, there would be replicas to accompany his resurrected wife in place of the two of them, unaware that the real her had long since died.
All she needs to do after her resurrection is enjoy the world he created.
He Jingtong really thought that Lao Deng had gone mad—although he had long known that his biological father was not mentally sound, and that there were very few people in the world who he cared about, and that his mother was probably the only one who could win his heart, and that he himself only gained a place in his father's eyes because of his mother—but it was still very rare for him to go mad to this extent.
He didn't continue to provoke him with his own mother, but simply sneered and looked at the replica opposite him: "I guess you have my memories."
The replica gave a light laugh, its eyebrows and eyes vivid and lifelike, as if it were the very expression that He Jingtong himself could make.
He Jingtong's tone was light: "That's right, I'm just the one who didn't join Xiao Jiming's team. Surprised? Actually, Father had already created me back then."
Hearing him call him "father" over and over again, He Jingtong felt incredibly awkward.
He said sincerely, "I think you have more problems than just these."
He Jingtong really couldn't remember when he had ever respected Lao Deng to this extent, and even respectfully called him father.
There is reasonable suspicion that Old Deng added a lot of his own ideas when creating his copy.
Upon hearing this, the replica's expression changed slightly. He glared fiercely at He Jingtong, then stopped talking and drew his sword directly at He Jingtong.
The two were already fighting in the blink of an eye.
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Although they don't have the original's memories, they are, after all, replicas created by VOID based on the original. Sometimes Jiang Xingni is really curious about how VOID creates these replicas. Just as Jiang Xingni understands himself, he also understands "another self in the world".
Even if this "other self in the world" doesn't have my current memories, it is still a copy of Jiang Xingni.
This means that for Jiang Xingni, predicting the other party's behavior or speculating on her future movements is not a difficult task, even without using her special abilities.
Jiang Xingni finally arrived at the coordinates that [Jiang Xingni] had given him.
She reached out and slowly pushed open the door.
Contrary to her expectations, there was no secret archive or laboratory where Jiang Xingni was located.
The girl with the exact same face as her, and even the same black hair and golden eyes, smiled when she saw Jiang Xingni arrive: "Actually, you could have survived if you hadn't come."
Jiang Xingni silently complained to herself—she knew this even without her other self saying it.
But the screenwriter had already prepared such a stage for her, just waiting for her to appear.
Even if she runs away now and wants to leave this stage, where can she run to, and how long can she run away?
"My task is to assist them in their battle. After all, those of their kind... are truly dull-witted. They have absolutely no ability to fight on their own, let alone defeat the originals," Jiang Xingni said with a smile. "But I also want to try. If I were to fight you, who would kill whom?"
"Now it seems it was probably me, wasn't it?" [Jiang Xingni] blinked innocently. "I really didn't expect that, as the original body, you couldn't even see through such a simple trap."