The clone was a young man in his twenties. He was thin and weak, his face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were sunken and his eyes were cloudy, his black circles and blue lips, and his cheeks were deeply sunken, looking like a lie who was good at eating, drinking, gambling, and smoking.

The bearded old man stood in front of the clone, lit a cigarette with his trembling fingers, and looked at the clone silently. He looked at it so carefully, as if he wanted to engrave the appearance of the clone in his heart.

The dark room was very quiet, so quiet that only the bearded old man could hear the breathing and smoking. Because it was too quiet, even the sound of his ashes being blown off, Bei Long and Tang Ying could hear clearly.

Bei Long looked at Tang Ying, and Tang Ying also looked at him in a sympathetic manner, with eyes facing each other, tacitly saying:

Take it down!

"Bada..."

Bei Long was slightly stunned, subconsciously looked down and saw a tear that broke from the bearded old man's feet.

The bearded old man stretched out a trembling hand to support the glass window. Beilong could not see his face, but he could also feel his sadness from his suppressed heavy breathing and violently twitching shoulders.

Who is this clone?

Bei Long and Tang Ying fell down from the chandelier and quietly fell behind the bearded old man.

"hiss!"

The burned cigarette burned to the bearded old man's fingers, and the bearded old man's hand trembled and the cigarette butt fell to the ground.

Wiping tears from his face with both hands, the bearded old man bent down and picking up the cigarette butt to throw it into the trash can.

As he turned around, the bearded old man couldn't help but gasp: "You, are you... you?"

Beilong smiled: "What a coincidence."

The bearded old man's face changed a few times: "You have to enter your password to open the door and verify your fingerprint and iris. How did you come in?"

Beilong smiled and said, "We didn't leave the door."

The bearded old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something and hurried to the window to look. Sure enough, he found a round hole on the side of the window that seemed to be cut with a glass knife. The little wind was just that he had not paid attention to it before.

"This is the eighty-eighth floor!" The old man with a beard was shocked: "Why... what level of life are you?"

"It doesn't matter what level of life we ​​are. What's important is that you owe me an explanation." Beilong walked forward with a smile and hugged the bearded old man's shoulder, and walked towards the row of clones: "Do you think I should call you Li Laogen, Lakutu, Mario, or Joseph?"

Big bearded old man: "…"

After a moment of silence, the bearded old man said, "Li Laogen, Lacutu and Mario... Sometimes it's me sometimes it's not me, Joseph has always been me, but my name is not Joseph, my name is Martin.

"Potter Martin."

Beilong nodded: "Potter Martin, chairman of Perfect Life Group, a leading company that develops and produces clones, is still playing the role of Joseph, the leader of the true party who protests the clones' existence!

"This must be a very interesting story!"

"...I'm sorry, I don't want to lie to you." Chairman Martin sighed deeply and lowered his eyelids: "You may not believe it if you can choose. If I have a choice, I would rather be Joseph..."

The chairman of Perfect Life Group, who has a whole floor of offices, and the true leader of the Party who is crowded in a dilapidated house in a slum, would you rather choose the latter? A jokey smile appeared on the corner of Bei Long's lips:

If I read less, don’t lie to me!

"My grandfather's grandfather is a great inventor!" Chairman Martin took out a cigarette and sent one to Beilong, but was rejected by Beilong. Beilong took out his own Chaotianmen. This was probably the first time that Chairman Martin was rejected when he was stunned for a moment. After asking Beilong for a Chaotianmen. After lighting the cigarette, the atmosphere eased a lot. Chairman Martin opened the conversation:

"The idea of ​​inventing a clone comes from a car accident. You know, it is very dangerous to have a car accident when the car is flying so high and fast. So in that car accident, my grandfather lost both legs and my grandfather's grandmother lost his life, which brought a huge blow to my grandfather's grandfather!

"So my grandfather developed a 'censor', and with a 'censor', my grandfather finally could walk like a normal person.

"He regrets it very much. If he had developed the 'censor' earlier, my grandfather's grandmother would not have died.

"Because of our family's status in the Hunter Federation and the various conveniences of the invention of "clan" have received strong support and promotion from the federal government. Although it was resisted by many people at the beginning, more and more people have discovered the benefits of "clan". Men found that they could get eight-pack abdominal muscles without exercise, women found that they could bulge and curl upside without breast augmentation, elderly people found that they could have rejuvenated bodies, children found that they could play online games for 24 hours without worrying about myopia, wealthy businessmen found that they could play women at will without fear of getting sick, poor people found that they were not tired at all when doing hard work, soldiers found that they didn't have to worry about sacrifice after performing dangerous tasks, fat people found that they became very thin without losing weight, and ugly people found that they could have become very good-looking without plastic surgery...

"Soon soon became popular all over Orion, and was hailed as a landmark high-tech product!

“Our Martin family also made a lot of money, a lot of money…

"But my grandfather regretted it again before his death. He left a last word for future generations to give up giving birth to a clone.

"But the clone has brought great wealth to our Martin family. How could my grandfather's father give up giving birth to a clone? What's more, even if my grandfather's father wants to give up, the federal government will not allow it!

"Because at that time the clone had become a major economic pillar of the federal government, and even surpassed real estate!

"My grandfather's father's last words were also to ask future generations to give up giving birth, and my grandfather did not listen to him.

"But my grandfather's last words also require future generations to give up giving birth to a clone, and my father didn't listen to him.

"The same is true for my father's last words, and I didn't listen to him either. At that time, I was still young and could not understand what kind of pain was hidden in my father's last words until my son..."

Speaking of this, Chairman Martin looked at the clone of the young man with tears in his eyes: "It was not until I gave birth to a black-haired man that I finally understood why my father asked us to give up giving birth to a clone..."

Bei Long was slightly stunned: "He is your son's clone?"
Chapter completed!