1TWITF[C Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Chapter 155

If what it said was true, it wanted to become human in order to experience human emotions.

Lu Yanli thought to himself that this was quite in line with what he might do, but he was skeptical of the brain’s use of the word “voluntary.” He didn’t think he would be so generous.

“You’re not even suspicious? Don’t you think I’m lying to you?” the brain continued.

This time, Lu Yanli was the one who didn’t speak. He understood that these doors seemed to be related to the missions he had experienced in the past. Now that they had been pushed open, he couldn’t stop. Ignoring the brain’s dissuasion, he continued to push open the next door.

As he continued to push open doors, the future Lu Yanli, who was originally in the room, also left the room.

The future Lu Yanli ignored it and walked straight out, following the memories of how he came. He intended to find someone else to do an experiment.

After carefully reviewing everything in his mind, he realized that all the changes seemed to stem from the fact that someone who should have died immediately lived a little longer and revealed information that shouldn’t have been said to his past self. Otherwise, according to his expectations, his past self wouldn’t know about his plans and would most likely die.

At that time, the two gods would be in the same space-time, and with all the out-of-control SCPs, when they began to devour each other, the world would collapse, and perhaps a path to a new world could be found.

If worse came to worst, even if he continued to be an accomplice to that false god, continuing to rely on its power to go to a new world and develop believers for it, he could still survive.

But now, there was another past self.

Two Lu Yanlis, two “gods,” were in opposing positions. They had another choice, especially the “god” he brought. It could continue to choose him as before, but it could also choose the past self who knew nothing.

“What person?”

“Anyone is fine, no, preferably three.” He vaguely had a guess as to why his psychological suggestion had failed.

“Okay,” the brain was very afraid of him causing trouble and agreed. To prevent leakage of secrets, it specifically issued the order to newly hired employees.

Before long, an ordinary employee walked from the end of the corridor. Lu Yanli knocked him unconscious and dragged him into the room. Soon, a second and third came.

“What do you want to do?” the brain was very curious.

The person nodded in a daze, got up, and walked out. It wasn’t until he walked out of the room that he suddenly woke up.

The corridors of the underground research institute were extremely long, circling around like a maze. Non-internal personnel couldn’t even find their way around. That employee was just a newbie. After searching for a while, he actually circled back to where he started.

Except, there was a man standing there. The man stood at the door of a room. Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head.

The man had a scar on his face and stared straight at him. Meeting those eyes, he was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering something.

He felt… somewhat familiar. Had he seen him somewhere before?

Lu Yanli counted in his heart.

One, two, three…

When he counted to seven seconds, the new employee’s body strangely froze. He uncontrollably fell to the ground, facing upwards, looking at the man walking from afar, and then—his head hit hard against the ground.

“Thud!” With a loud bang, blood spread across the ground.

Seven seconds… seven seconds too slow?

He didn’t believe it.

Lu Yanli turned back. Before long, another new employee walked out of the door in a daze. Like the previous employee, halfway there, he encountered a person, and in a moment of astonishment, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at Lu Yanli.

“Who are you? How did you get in?”

But he couldn’t pull the trigger. His index finger rested on the trigger but couldn’t pull it. He stared into the other person’s eyes, seeming to remember something, and widened his eyes in shock.

One, two, three, four… Lu Yanli counted the seconds in his heart.

Suddenly, he stopped and pointed the gun at his own temple.

After Lu Yanli dragged the corpse away, he didn’t immediately return to the room. Instead, he leaned against the snow-white metal wall, his eyes deep, not knowing what he was thinking.

The previous one, seven seconds. This one, eight seconds.

Would the next one be nine seconds? What was influencing him?

“I’ll try again,” Lu Yanli didn’t say it explicitly.

As he had guessed, the third test subject, nine seconds.

He recalled the situation his past self had mentioned, Zhuang Ci, Chu Xian, and Lin Chu, who was on the verge of death when he and his past self met, and estimated the time in his mind.

Sure enough, it was longer each time.

He completely understood who was influencing him.