Oops, I forgot to bring the inhibitor [Interstellar]

Lancer didn't speak, but just clenched his clothes tightly.

It is no longer a question of the magnitude of the impact.

Lancer couldn't even imagine living with such a person for so many years.

Totally unimaginable.

But I have to say, he is really good at hiding.

When he was very young, Lancer even said that he would become a great person like the emperor's uncle in the future.

Now that I think about it, the biggest reason I escaped was because I was stupid and slow in doing things when I was a child.So much so that compared to Ika, he has always been the one neglected by the parents.

Lancer was silent for a long time before taking a deep breath, "Where is that man?"

"Still in a deep coma with drugs, locked in a petri dish."

"I'll be there right away. The autopsy report is temporarily blocked. The less people know about it, the better, so it can't be spread." Lancer fell silent again after speaking.

For a long time, Lancer has been doing things in an orderly manner.

This time, his mind was full of chaos.

Even began to fear to recall the previous details.

It's not a good feeling at all.

In fact, after all kinds of things happened, Lancer originally... still wanted to settle things decently.

The so-called decentness is just the last bit of face for this person who has been called the emperor uncle for more than 20 years.

Although it won't make him too relaxed when he dies, it will even make him leave without wanting to die.

But it will be said to the outside world that he died of illness, and the whole country mourns.

Then take over the position smoothly.

Find him a quiet place to erect a monument, and the people who loved him will present flowers during festivals.

Barely considered the last decent.

But these dignity, before hearing the autopsy report just now.

If it died within ten years, that is to say... after the battleship crashed, no one died at all.

Instead, I spent one decade after another in this dark place.

And with self-awareness.

The scene of endless stars outside the window gradually came into view, and Lancer looked outside.

Every time I go home in the past, it means the end of each semester and the beginning of vacation.

I didn't expect that there are so many unknown things hidden in the place where I grew up.

"Sir, we're almost there."

"Go directly to the study on the west side of the garden."

After a while, the hover car landed steadily on the west side of the garden.

Lancer didn't dare to stay for a moment, and hurried in.

There is still a lot of space in the basement of the study, like a laboratory.

There are petri dishes, human freezing equipment, operating table and other medical equipment.

And... a lot of soft toys.

Some are missing eyes, some are dirty, you can tell that they have been stored for a long time.

The head of the person on the operating table was covered with a white cloth, and various tubes were inserted into his body.

"Hasn't he already—"

"Mr. Hui, the time is too long. If there is no auxiliary preservation of frozen liquid and nutrient solution, it will rot quickly if it is in direct contact with the air."

The last bit of hope was ruthlessly extinguished.

"let me see."

After Lancer finished speaking, a doctor stepped forward to remove the white cloth.

It was really the same as falling asleep.

His expression was a little cold, but his facial features were exquisite.

Well cared for it doesn't look like it was gone many years ago.

This man... Lancer should call him father.

But after living for more than 20 years, it was the first time we met each other.

With this method.

In fact, although the two had never met before, there was still a wall separating them.

Lancer remembered that when he was a child, he would sometimes take building blocks and plush toys to play in the emperor's study.

That was when I was very young, and it has been at least 20 years now.

But at that time, Lancer never thought that his biological father was underground.

Instead, he grew up listening to stories of his heroic death in battle.

The person who told him this story was the origin of all evil.

"Cover it." Lancer looked at it for a while, and finally ordered.

"For the time being, keep it as before, how to deal with it...Let me think about it."

"Yes."

"Where is that man?"

"Deep anesthesia, still closed in a petri dish."

"Let him wake up. I want to see him." Lancer's voice was still extremely cold.

In order to prevent dangerous goods from escaping, this airtight room has a total of more than ten gates.

Lancer has been throwing this man who has been called the emperor's uncle for more than 20 years in this dark place.

Originally intended to be locked in prison.

But he also remembered that the prison with the highest security factor in the Federation was built by him.

After thinking about it, he was still imprisoned in the endless star, and after being deeply anesthetized, he was thrown into a petri dish.

"Are you more awake?" Lancer asked when he saw that the limbs of the people on the operating table were gradually moving.

"If you wake up, look up at me." Lancer continued.

The man on the operating table was wearing a simple white cloth shirt, his hands and feet were bound and he couldn't move.

Slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

"Uncle, I just guessed that there is a basement behind the bookcase in your study. There are unknown things on the ground."

"I just saw it with my own eyes today."

The man on the operating table was silent for a long time, seeming a little... depressed.

A face about to cry.

Lancer waited for his reaction.

All of a sudden, the blond man laughed out of nowhere, the arc of the corner of his mouth made people feel uncomfortable, "You know all about it?"

A feeling of chilling down the spine swept through the whole body.

Although Lancer knew that he was being handcuffed now.

"I know it all."

"Including every little bit recorded in your diary, I know everything."

It's one thing to have a chill down your spine, but it doesn't affect the calmness of your voice.

"I really never thought that you are much more powerful than I imagined."

"I thought I could hide it from everyone, but I never expected it."

"Why are you doing this to him?" Lancer asked after taking a deep breath.

"Huh? Is there a problem?"

"Don't you think there is a problem?"

"I don't think there is any problem, I just want to get it. You see, the federation used to own much fewer star fields than it does now, but since I started to take over my father's position, within a few decades, it has expanded by nearly ten star fields. It's a recovery Yes, more."

"Because I want these things, I will get them. He is the same, I just want it."

"That's all?" Lancer was momentarily at a loss for his answer.

"Just because I wanted to, I treated him for more than 40 years—even after death?"

"After death? He just lost his pulse and heartbeat, and lived well. I hope he dies, so that it belongs to me completely..."

"How can a person who can research the longevity gene not leave a way out for himself?"

"But I'm looking forward to his reaction after he wakes up and knows what happened these years."

"Originally he was the proud son of heaven who was most likely to inherit the throne, but in the end he was killed by his own brother..." After the man on the operating table finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

Lancer didn't answer, but frowned even tighter.

"Don't take so long, are you planning to kill me today?"

"You also know that you deserve death?"

"I don't think so."

"But I know that in the moral ethics of ordinary people, I am the heinous kind of person. It is a pity that what I have come into contact with from the beginning is different from what they have come into contact with. If I am really bound by so many morals, I will be the same as those hands. Like a mediocre person who has no power to restrain a chicken, he deserves to stay at the bottom in this life, and he can't stand up when he is stepped on. How can it be possible to hold power for decades?"

Lancer didn't answer, his eyes were still looking at him.

"But these years have been pretty good. I have gotten what I wanted when I was young. The thing I was most looking forward to before was to go to my basement after work every day and wake up from the petri dish that had been sleeping for a long time. he."

"But ten years ago, he suddenly fell into a long sleep, and has been, has been refusing to wake up."

"It's a kind of self-shielding protection. It seems that I still don't like me very much."

"Later, I started to use his lover as a bargaining chip, so I was willing to open my eyes occasionally."

"But later, when I started stuffing his lover into a petri dish and performing memory cleaning operations infinitely, I never opened my eyes again."

"It can be regarded as having been obtained before, which is not bad."

"It's disgusting." Lancer responded blankly after listening.

"Whatever you say."

"What about Ika? You raised him—"

"Don't forget, both of you are just failures created by me. I am happy, and I will treat you as well as my own children."

"But if you want to destroy or play with it, that's my business. After all, it's just an experiment, and I created it. Naturally, it's my property."

Lancer didn't speak after listening.

Just picked up the potion on the shelf.

"Which potion did you use to control Ika?"

"My memory has been read, why do you still ask me?"

"You have two kinds of potions in your cabinet, they look exactly the same, but the contents inside are mutually exclusive."

"Every time you take it very irregularly, you can't read it from memory. Probably only you know the order in which it is placed."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lancer was not in a hurry.

"It's fine if you don't say anything."

"The medicine has been brought over, two different ones. After giving you the injection, whichever reaction is more similar to that of your brother's attack, that's the right explanation."

After Lancer finished speaking, he approached slowly.

First, he picked up the disinfection equipment on the operating table, "A long time ago, when there was the death penalty, there was a criminal law for this kind of injection. Even if the prisoner is about to go on the road, the last injection will be carefully disinfected."

While speaking, Lancer looked for the pulse on his wrist and carefully disinfected it.

"Going back further, there are still many interesting criminal laws. Unfortunately, there is no such torture device now, and the methods of operation recorded in historical materials are also limited."

The man on the operating table couldn't help squinting his eyes.

After being sterilized, Lancer picked up a traditional syringe, "I hate chip injections, so I only use old-fashioned syringes, which may be a little painful, please forgive me."

After Lancer finished speaking, he was not in a hurry to draw the potion, but first drew a full needle into the air.

Towards the pulse on his wrist, he stabbed it precisely.

"what are you doing!"

"Inject air into Uncle Huang."

After Lancer finished explaining, he continued, "Don't worry, this dose won't cause you to die suddenly."

"After all, it's too easy to die, and it doesn't fit your status of 'high position and authority'."

"Are you right, uncle?"