Star of Civilization - v2 Chapter 162

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"Stop! You, you wait!"

The old man of the family did not know where the strength came from, and suddenly pushed away the attendants beside him, flicked the switch of the electric wheelchair impatiently and drove towards Morgana, and shouted in an almost sad voice, "I will ask you one last time, is it , is there really no other way?"

Morgana stopped when she heard the sound, and turned her head.

There was an expression of extreme longing on the old man's face, and the last trace of hope rolled in his heart, and he looked directly into Morgana's eyes.

"call-"

She was only silent for three seconds, exhaled lightly, shook her head, and said in a sleepwalking tone: "I made a choice between the death of my body and the death of my ideal desire... This choice is difficult, you guys I can't feel it. Everyone needs to know that this choice is not only about me, but also about the future...maybe the future of mankind."

The old man's expression was stunned, he didn't expect that he could not understand Morgana's words.

"I don't understand how difficult your choice is, but reality is reality! You are a person living in this world, so you must obey the rules of this world," he narrowed his eyes, his mind full of doubts. "You have to tell me, what do you mean by the future you just said?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know about the future either...I only know that the purpose of their blocking my research is more or less related to these... These people are depriving me of the right to spy on the truth. I can't bear it."

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Can I think that what the military said...are all true?"

"Understand it as you like, I don't care."

"Military...heh," Morgana's face trembled slightly, her voice turned cold instantly, "All kinds of forces in the natural world... including those that seem to be the most despised and harmless, may become Weapons that destroy life. Compared with them, we human beings are too small...Let them watch, those terrible things will soon fall on their heads, and I will let them know that this is the price of despising me."

"Well-"

The old man's body froze for an instant, his eyes widened slightly, and there was a wave of fear rippling in those eyes as deep as the sea.

After saying these words, Morgana's gaze changed from burning like fire to cold as ice. In a short period of time, the color of her pupils can be said to have changed rapidly, and finally the depths of her pupils were replaced by scarlet red instead of the original pitch black.

For a moment, the old man felt that Morgana was like a beast, ready to jump up and land on him at any moment.

Morgana looked at the group of people behind the old man, looked away, and started to walk, but only took half a step, as if thinking of something, she reached out from her jacket pocket and took out a small cold capsule that was not much bigger than a cigarette. Give the bottle to the old man.

"Keep it safe for me if you can."

"What is this?" The old man's hands were trembling slightly.

"…future."

After Morgana finished speaking, she stopped explaining anything.

The afterglow of the setting sun coated Mo her back with a layer of **** red, glowing with golden brilliance, and she had the courage to go on despite the tens of millions of people.

Seeing Morgana's figure disappear from the field of vision, a group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling incomprehensible.

The old man of the Rothschild family held the small bottle tightly in his hand, and looked at the direction in which Morgana disappeared, without even looking down at the things in his hand. At this moment, his hope finally turned into extravagant hope.

"The military is coming soon, let's withdraw as soon as possible. The others are gone. The situation here is too dangerous. If it is later, I'm afraid we will all die here!" A family member ran to the old man, holding his hands together. The handle of the wheelchair, leaned over and said in a low voice.

"Well, let's go."

There was cloudy liquid in the eyes of the old man, and after a few seconds of sluggishness, he nodded reluctantly, then lowered his head, and carefully looked at the small container that Morgana handed over to him.

He quickly recognized that this was a special vessel made of high-purity silicon and alloys, which was generally used to hold precious samples in laboratories. There is a light blue reflection inside the container. If you look carefully, the light blue also reveals a little bit of turquoise, like pure jasper shining with crystal light.

"No creature can create a creature better than him. I want to prove that this sentence is wrong."

The old man accidentally saw the small characters on the bottle, and his heart was shocked.

——

At this moment, there was another person who was as shocked as the old man in the image, and that was Joyner.

The light and shadow rippling on her face like mist, without stopping for a moment, her heart was turned upside down by this message, and it was almost hard to think.

The fragmented image was buried deep in the vast amount of information, and there was no other explanation, but Joyner seemed to understand something instantly when she saw it.

It is a shadow of the past!

Joyner's heart couldn't stop beating wildly, and her intuition and subconscious felt so strongly that she understood the meaning of that time at this moment—why Morgana would guide her here, watching has nothing to do with her s things.

Her own consciousness is still the highest command for instinct, so she understands that all crazy and unrealistic ideas are leading her to unravel that unbearable secret.

What's in that little bottle?

For a moment, Joyner fell into deep thought, wondering why the mystery in her mind had only just been solved a little, and was swallowed up by a bigger mystery?

Instinct reminded Joyner again, maybe the other party asked her to come here just to find this thing?

The light and shadow are still intertwined, and the old past is still unfolding. Joyner rubbed her eyes, and her dry eyeballs were slightly painful. She made up her mind to see to the end, so her blurred vision couldn't stop her from digging deeper.

It's time to come.

——

Morgana's footsteps were still steady, and her hair was blown by the breeze in the passage, fluttering like willow branches.

At this moment, she is walking towards her laboratory with her back to the afterglow of the setting sun, but her eyes are covered with bloodshot eyes, and the speed at which the bloodshot threads spread is incomprehensible. The color is filled, it looks like a struggling mouse in the laboratory, even scarletr than the mouse's eyes!

The bright light fell on her face, and Morgana's retinas barely felt anything.

She is just used to the smell here, to the corridors and halls she has walked through thousands of times, and to the changes in the light. Every inch of the scenery here is deeply imprinted in her mind, and other senses allow her to come to any corner of this place without any effort.

A thick pneumatic door made of alloy slowly opened, Morgana walked in, and then the door closed behind her, the light turned into a thin line and disappeared.

In the spacious and bright laboratory, all the researchers are busy, and these people don't know what's going on outside. Since Morgana's ultimate research is only the last step, almost no one rests, and they are meticulously doing the work at hand, and the results will be seen immediately.

Morgana gently covered her forehead with her hand, half of her face was immediately shrouded in shadow. Of course she knew that her body had become extremely sensitive to light.

This is the price she has to pay.