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In the room filled with the pungent and antiseptic smell, an old man with silver beard hanging down to his knees was sitting on an old wooden chair with root carvings, looking at the paper on the table, and still recording something in his hand.

Rachel and Sabrina followed the servants and stood behind the old man.

The former bowed his head and waited for the old man to speak with a respectful face; while the latter held the dagger in his arms with a guarded face.

After writing the last letter on the paper, the old man sighed slightly, took off the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose, and turned his head to look at the two "visitors".

"Rachel, you always like to leave without saying goodbye, and always like to appear suddenly." Iliad twisted her sore back and looked at the woman in front of him with a soft look: "Before you run out of my patience , You'd better be able to make it clear."

Rachel did not speak, but took out a new printed book from his arms and gently placed it on the table.

Iliad picked up the book and opened it at will. The neat text and neat layout in the book made him amazed.

"This is the printing of Muxicheng?" After getting Richel's affirmative answer, Iliad touched the faint trace on the paper and said: "Unlike the engraving printing in the South, Muxicheng uses movable ones. Blocks...a bunch of smart guys, funny."

Seeing Iliad's expression, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Elder, please turn to the title page to see who is the author of this book?"

Iliad put on his glasses again, Yiyan turned to the title page, and a familiar name jumped into his eyes, causing him to laugh.

"Terrence... that old stubborn, not only is he not dead, but he has the strength to write a book?"

The smile on the old man's face finally made Rachel completely relax.

"Let me see, what did this old guy write... the molecular theory of the microcosm? What is this?"

Iliad frowned and read a few pages, put the book down, and asked Rachel, "Is this book really written by Terrence?"

Rachel smiled: "Elder, do you think I will use a book to lie to you? This is like using a stone to trick a jewelry appraiser. This book is indeed a work just completed by Master Terrence. The advanced textbooks of Muxi University can be bought everywhere in Muxicheng."

Iliad glanced at the theories and diagrams in the book again, shook his head and said: "This theoretical system should be more than this..."

As if conjure, Rachel took out six more books from his arms and put them in front of Iliad: "These are the textbooks of micro-theories. Master Terrence is responsible for the last one. The first few books Co-edited by many scholars."

Looking at the books on the table, Iliad looked at Rachel with a headache: "Rachel, your cleverness is always helpless. Seriously, you shouldn't come back here."

Rachel smiled bitterly and shook her head, looked around the furnishings in the room, the biological organs soaked in glass jars, the surgical instruments placed in the cabinet, the neatly stacked books and drawings, these made her whisper with emotion: " I was born here, I belong here."

The old man pointed to Sabrina and said to the masked servant: "Take her to the next room to rest."

Sabrina, who was listening to the conversation between the two, stood up puzzled. She just wanted to ask questions, but after seeing Iliad's expression, she immediately gave up the idea of ​​resistance.

Iliad watched the masked servant lead Sabrina to the next room. He then arranged the books into a pile and placed them on the side of the table on the gully face, showing a trace of unexplained regret: " Rachel, since you are back here, there are some things I'd better tell you... Your birth is my fault."

"Decades ago, Eleanor, who was pursuing immortality, found a secret method of human reproduction from the collections of the Presbyterian Church." Iliad shook his head slightly: "As long as you get a part of the human body, you can use the effect of supernatural powers. , And the immersion of the medicament, it is possible to breed exactly the same replicas in the culture tank."

Rachel lowered his head quietly, his face calmly listening to the old man's narration, but his nails had penetrated deeply into the skin of the palm of his hand.

"At that time, I was very interested in this technology, so I hope Eleanor will tell me its principle. What I didn't expect is that she put forward a condition that shocked me: asking me to help cultivate A copy of her."

Iliad stood up and looked at the huge glass trough that had already fallen ashes in the corner: "I asked her why... She told me that if she could have exactly the same copy, once her human body reached the limit due to aging, she could. Get everything she needs from the clone...organs, skin, blood..."

"At first I was very resistant to this approach, but the attraction of the secret method eventually

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