Su Hao's voice is magnetic and pleasant, but combined with that cold tone that is as if it is inhuman, it will only make people feel a chill in their hearts.

Sibo's face turned pale again. He sighed heavily: "You obviously didn't understand the environment and location you are in. You don't understand many things at all...Okay, can you tell me how much do you know about this biological war?"

This problem was beyond Su Hao's expectations. His eyes stagnated and his expression became richer.

He had never expected Sibo to mention this. However, as Su Hao has the current situation, there are definitely very few people who are qualified to say such words, whether in the future world or now. Moreover, these people know more and more thoroughly about the outbreak of the virus itself and the hidden secrets than themselves.

"I don't understand you."

Su Hao reacted quickly, and he made a slightly astonished expression, with a slightly slow tone: "What are you referring to?"

Sibo's expression began to show contempt and confidence: "Sure enough, you are not an insider, and Wang Qinian obviously did not regard you as a confidant. Otherwise, you should have known a little, rather than being kept in the dark like now."

Su Hao frowned, making his expression consistent with Sibo's judgment.

"Viral storms are not the natural disaster you imagine."

Sibo's words are full of resentment and hatred: "This is a conspiracy, a war created by man. You, like most people, have been deceived. You have no idea why all this came, nor do you understand the true purpose of biological warfare. They have deceived you and deceived many people who are as upright and kind as you. You will die and feel that dying to protect the line of defense is a glory. But in fact, they just abandon you as garbage. In the end, and use the last trace of surplus value, you will get nothing, and you can only become bones exposed on the surface of the soil."

Su Hao sat quietly, shock and throbbing flashed in his slightly twitching eyes.

He controlled his emotions and his tone was calm: "Speak more specifically and don't be so empty. Without enough evidence, you can't convince anyone."

"evidence?"

Sibo suddenly burst into laughter without warning and shouted in a sharp voice: "Do you want evidence? Want evidence? Isn't all this true enough? So many people died, the whole world has almost been destroyed, and so many cities have been abandoned. Do you still want to find me for any damn evidence?"

He suddenly stood up, stood on the table with his hands, leaned his upper body forward, and roared at Su Hao with an extremely strong power and angle: "I am what you call evidence, a living person who has not died in a conspiracy, is working hard to fight against madmen and viruses, extremely lively evidence----"

Su Hao did not comment, but just looked at Sibo calmly. As he looked at his eyes red, his eyes gradually became sad, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and his whole body seemed to have been exhausted. He slowly retracted his seat, covered his face with his hands, and sobbed softly.

"You can't understand it at all, you won't understand it. This is a terrible conspiracy. My parents have always wanted to stop it, and they even gave their lives for it. However, compared to the lofty devils, they are so small that they can't do anything..."

Su Hao forced himself to suppress his mood, and his cold tone formed a sharp contrast with his emotionally excited Sibo: "Who are your parents?"

"Their names don't matter."

Sibo raised his head and burst into tears: "You will never know what their name is. Even if you search through the military's computer records, you will never find the corresponding name."

"Why?"

"They were erased."

A trace of undetectable shock flashed deep in Su Hao's eyes: "Erase it? What does it mean?"

“It just never exists.”

Sibo sucked heavily, closed his eyes, and let tears slowly soak the grief in his eyes: "There is no work record, no service time, no paper signature and social security code... Everything they had was replaced by two people who were not incompatible. The impostor died long before the war, and no one could discover the secret except the executor and the planner."

Su Hao's expression became serious.

Of course he could understand the meaning of Sibo's words.

"Erashes" means completely eliminating all traces of a person from this world. Not only physical destruction, but all information associated with it will gradually disappear with the implementation of the plan. Even if someone wants to find it afterwards, there is no clue at all. Everything from birth certificate to the remains of the corpse after death is swallowed by violence, as if it has never existed.

However, after listening to Sibo's narrative, his parents' "erase" did not seem to be completely. Otherwise, how could he know about this?

Su Hao took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out one and handed it over: "Do you smoke?"

This has become his habitual action. Whenever this happens, it means that Su Hao is willing to listen on his own and stimulate his brain to make judgments on the information he hears from his ears.

Sibo shook his head with a dull expression.

"My father and mother are both PhDs in the discipline of biological genes. If you are interested in some related discipline papers in the 1980s, it is not difficult to find that most of the authors of those papers are a couple."

"They were senior researchers at the Academy of Sciences. At first, their research direction was just topics such as metabolism and cellular aging. I was not born at that time. According to close people, my father worked very late every day and my mother stayed with him in the laboratory. This relationship was enviable at the Academy of Sciences at that time, because both of his father's talents and his beauty were extremely rare in the biological sciences world. The two of them had many suitors, and until they got married, there were still many people who had not given up and kept confessing and harassing them."

"At the end of the last century, my father went to the United States as an exchange scholar designated by the government to participate in an extremely secret biological study. At that time, my mother was invited by a friend to develop a biological protein that had obvious effects on wrinkles and skin beauty. This technology was used in the cosmetics industry. Due to the significant effect after use, my mother received a large amount of patent fees. She was very smart and did not store the money in the bank as inflation depreciated, but gave them to her trusted friends to operate... In the year I was born, the money had become an incredible asset, enough for us to live the richest life."

"In my memory, my father is a person who is not good at speaking. He rarely speaks and spends most of his time in the study, either facing the computer or sitting alone in a chair to meditate. At that time, I was still young and always asked my father to play with me. Whenever this happens, my mother will appear, hold my hand and take me out of the room... Maybe you will find it ridiculous. I can't even remember his voice, or even remember what he said to me. Because... he is so silent."

"I was only three years old when my father died."

Speaking of this, Sibo sat up straight, raised his chest, and looked at Su Hao without blinking: "It was a funeral with only a few people attending. Except for my mother and I, there was only a stray dog ​​who didn't know where to come. The atmosphere was very sad. Of course, the reason for this was that my mother did not notify any relatives, and none of my father's friends appeared at the funeral."

Su Hao slowly smoked a cigarette, spraying a wisp of smoke from his nostrils and mouth. He listened to Sibo's narrative expressionlessly, showing no interest or boredom, as if he was just a statue that could not express his opinions.

"My mother and I didn't see my father buried."

Immediately afterwards, Sibo's words moved Su Hao slightly: "The Guard Bureau took over my father's body. They were the only person qualified to attend the funeral except me, the housekeeper. We watched the coffin load into the hearse and left. In a few days, they handed a box of ashes to my mother. Apart from a few photos, my father never left anything."

"take over?"

Su Hao's pupils contracted slightly. He grabbed the cigarette butt with his fingers and poked his body forward. He asked in surprise: "You said, the Guard Bureau cremated your father's body?"

Su Hao's performance is not an exaggeration. In peacetime, those who can relate to the guards' cars are all people with identity and importance, or outstanding construction in some aspects. He never thought that Sibo's father actually belonged to this group.

“My father committed suicide.”

Sibo's answer has nothing to do with Su Hao's question. He still talked about the past: "What happened that day is still vivid in my mind until now---my mother took me to the Academy of Sciences to pick up my father's get off work. As soon as she approached the Biological Research Building, a black shadow fell from the roof and hit the ground hard. She fell out of her face and her chest cracked, and her eyes splashed out from her eye sockets. The distance was very close, and my face and body were covered with blood and brains, red and white. My father's face was terriblely twisted. He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to tell me something, but he could never say even a word again."

Su Hao felt a chill injected from bottom to top. He threw away the cigarette butts and asked in a tone that he felt suspicious when he heard it: "Suicide... are you sure?"

"That's what the people from the Academy of Sciences and the Guards say."

Sibo's eyes were covered with blood, and he smiled bitterly: "It was at that time that I first met the respected President Wang Qinian. He was not as fat as he is now, his skin was very dark, and he looked like a cunning monkey. His mother had been petitioning and quarreling and quarreling between departments every day. Many policemen came to the house, saying that they wanted to find clues needed to handle the case. They took away their father's books and computers, as well as various research documents. Then, the prosecutor

The people from the hospital came, and they kept claiming that they needed further analysis. The actions of those people were more thorough than the police. They even didn't let go of their father's underwear and slippers, and they packed them and took them away... In the end, they were officers from the Guard Bureau. Yu Qian drove my mother and I out of the house, occupied the entire house, pried open the floor tiles, smashed the walls, and searched repeatedly with various electronic instruments. I didn't see them digging out any secrets, and the rats and cockroaches killed many of them."

"Everyone said that my father committed suicide, and no one believed my mother's words. She looked for people everywhere like crazy, and all kinds of printed complaint documents filled most of the room in the house. My mother didn't have any compensation, she only asked to disclose the facts and announce the truth. But the problem is that the conclusions drawn by the police, the procuratorate, or the guard bureau are the same - the father committed suicide."

"Mom told me that my father didn't commit suicide."

Sibo's body kept twitching: "She asked me to write this sentence into my diary and told me to be deeply imprinted in my mind like a brand. She told me that the President of Science Wang Qinian was the murderer, the police were liars, the people in the procuratorate were blind, and the officers of the guard bureau were idiots. These bad people who were killed by heaven constituted society. They controlled all information transmission channels. There was no report on the news of his father's death, and even his identity was erased. He was no longer a researcher at the Academy of Sciences, but an unknown private enterprise boss. The death was replaced by a highway. The cause of death was drunk and driving. My mother told me that if you want to get a true innocence, you can only rely on ourselves."

"You can't imagine how mean the big guys' actions were. They not only controlled public opinion and strictly prohibited reporting, but also ordered their father's friends and colleagues to contact us. In the case investigation report released by the police station, thirty-two people proved that his father did go against the rules on the highway at that time, and then crashed into a heavy truck and died on the spot. The truck was loaded with a large amount of cardboard, which caused a fire after being hit, and everything was burned to clean... Haha, can you imagine that it was such a easy thing to say that the black one was white? My mother had searched for the Internet, newspapers, and magazines, but no one believed her. Because all the evidence was issued by the official, no one would stand against the government for a case that had been settled.

"What's more, one jumped off a building and committed suicide, and the other was a traffic accident. The two things were not connected at all. Compared with as many as thirty-two witnesses, a woman and a child were similar to a liar who was full of lies and wanted to fraud for government subsidies."

"Mom never went to work again. She bought a lot of notebooks and paper, stayed at home, and wrote crazy on various notebooks. She didn't use a computer because doing so would cause greater trouble. Every day, a few strangers appeared nearby. When I told my mother, she always said in a contemptuous tone: Those are fools who have no future and don't know what she is. She kept burning the notebooks and papers that were written and continued to write. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know the specific content, nor did I understand what my mother meant. During that time, she forced me to write down some formulas and data every day. Biological proteases, the relationship between lymph nodes and viruses, and the decomposition state of Glucobin in a frozen environment... If it weren't for personal experience, no one could imagine that these things without any interest were actually a preschool education course for three or four-year-old children."

"My biggest wish at that time was to watch cartoons. I wanted to go to kindergarten and play games with other children. These wishes have never been realized. Whenever I cried and made similar requests to my mother, I would only get a slap in the face, or whip the span with chopsticks. I cried, "Mom, I will never dare to do it again." My mother always cried while beating, and finally hugged me and confessed. She told me---We don't have much time, and we may not be able to escape the final disaster. No one can predict the final direction of this world. Many people are desperately blocking the truth for their vested interests... And the only thing I can do is to learn as much as possible, memorize and remember more. Because these things can only be kept in my mind and will not be snatched away. Recording them in words will only cause us greater trouble, and even be killed like my father."

Su Hao took out a cigarette from the cigarette box. His movements were trembling. After working hard several times, he still couldn't stuff the cigarette into his mouth.

Listening to Sibo's narration, Su Hao kept fighting coldly. He stared at Sibo in front of him, and couldn't tell the feeling in his heart at this moment.

A child, whose childhood memories are filled with death, sadness, pain, and tens of thousands of complex words and formulas... This is simply terrible, and I feel chilled just by thinking about it.

"Later, my mother died."

Sibo slowly squeezed his hands, his eyes cold, as if he was staring at the frog's snake: "That day was Children's Day, and the people from the community committee organized all the children to go out for an outing in the park. She agreed for the first time that I would go out with other children. I was having a very happy life, playing wildly, eating a lot of snacks, and was always stuffed with various candies in my mouth. I played, joking, chasing with other peers on the lawn... When I got home, I bought two strings of candied haws and prepared to take them back for her to taste them. When I walked into the house happily, I found that the house was full of people, with many policemen and officers, and the atmosphere was serious. And my mother... she sat on a chair, her wrist was cut off, and the ground was covered with blood."

"She called the Academy of Sciences after I left, and when those people arrived, her mother's blood was already flowing.

"I stayed in the children's welfare home for more than a year. Every day, people see me and want to pull out what they want from my mouth. Those questions are nothing more than "What does your mother usually do?", "Have you ever seen this person in the photo?", "What will she leave for you?", etc. Every conversation is no different from interrogating the prisoner. The closed room, no windows, and those people have stern faces like sculptures in the temple. They are never satisfied with my answer. Some people threaten to hit me, some people take out candies and say to me and give them to me, and some people are very serious and ask me to answer questions honestly, otherwise they will not be given food, or they will be sent directly to the juvenile stewardship office, or they will be locked up in the zoo and thrown to the tiger as a midnight snack."
Chapter completed!