Casanova held a report in his hand, glanced through it briefly, glanced at Belmode, and frowned.
Belmode had a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in his hand, about to light it. He noticed Casanova frowning and stopped what he was doing.
"Is there something wrong with his test results?"
"There's no problem, I just don't like people smoking in front of me."
"Oh? Casanova, I didn't expect you to be a non-smoking man." Belmod laughed.
"Smoking can cause cardiovascular disease, emphysema, chronic bronchitis, lung cancer, esophageal cancer, bladder cancer and cervical cancer. For women, the mortality rate of lung cancer is also higher than other cancers such as breast cancer." Cassano Wa finished these words in one breath with an impartial tone.
Then he added, "I am a doctor. Since we are colleagues, I will give you a 30% discount."
"..."
Belmode was speechless by Casanova's speech.
After a moment of silence, she smiled charmingly, but her eyes were cold, "Thank you very much, but I'm sorry, I don't really need your discount. Maybe after you die, I can still live well." The last few words, Belmod, have a heavier accent.
"..." Casanova was speechless, because what Belmode said was indeed the truth.
"Nothing was found wrong with his brain?" Belmod had no intention of continuing to argue with Casanova, but asked about business.
"The human brain is a mysterious place, and there are many things about the brain that cannot be explained medically. I can only confirm that his brain has not suffered any trauma. As for your claim that he has brain problems, I suggest you take him to see him. See a psychiatrist." After Casanova finished speaking, he handed the examination report to Belmode.
Belmode took the report and read it quickly. Just as Casanova said, everything was normal in Brown La, and there were no signs of brain injury. So how did Brown La lose his memory?
She was very sure that Brown La's face could not be disguised, unless someone found Brown La in advance, asked about the organization, and then sent someone to plastic surgery to look like him, intending to use Brown La's identity as an undercover organization. Amnesia was just a matter of Excuse.
Thinking of this, Belmod's eyes turned slightly cold, and he would wait until the gentleman sent the blood of Brown's relatives for DNA testing.
If it weren't for Brown La, he would have been sent back to be an experimental subject.
On the other side, Ming Zeye was placed in a single ward after a comprehensive examination.
Ming Zeye sat on the hospital bed, staring at the glasses in his hand expressionlessly.
After a while, Ming Zeye sneered, it was just a two-dimensional world. Just treat it like a game and treat everyone as NPCs.
He stuffed the glasses back into his pocket. As for the glasses, he would only use them when he needed to eat.
But it also takes time to get used to food that looks like pieces of paper. If he wears glasses every time he eats, it will be fine if he eats alone, but if he eats with someone around him, it will easily arouse unnecessary suspicion.
"Click"
The door suddenly opened, and Belmode walked in, his face a little unkind.
Walking to the bed, Belmod looked down at Ming Zeye: "Brang La, where did you go after the mission failed? How could you be captured and used as an experimental subject with your skills."
"Have you really lost your memory, Brora?"
Belmod looked directly at Ming Zeye, feeling an unconcealable sense of oppression all over his body.
Hearing Belmod's inquiry, Bronnula thought that the doctor had taken his blood before, and they were suspecting that he was not Bronnula.
"Do I still have any relatives alive?" Ming Zeye did not answer Belmod's question, but asked her a question.
Belmode didn't expect Mingzeye to ask this, and was slightly surprised. Was it because Casanova drew his blood, or was it just a coincidence?
"Probably." Belmode replied casually.
"I have indeed lost my memory. I don't know if I am the Brown La you mentioned. You took my blood for a paternity test." Ming Zeye also looked directly at Belmod with silver-gray eyes. There is no emotion in it.
Belmode chuckled: "You are still so sharp, how about you continue to be my partner after your identity is confirmed?"
"Sorry, I like to walk alone." Ming Zeye refused without thinking.
"That's really a pity. I hope you really are Brown La..." If not, it won't be as simple as death.
"I'm leaving first. After your identity is confirmed, someone will naturally take you to where you should go." After Belmode finished speaking, he glanced at Ming Zeye with a meaningful look in his eyes.
After Belmode left, Ming Zeye did not sit still and wait for death. He decided to go out to explore the situation in this place first so as to find a way out for himself.
If the original owner was not Brown La, that escape route would be the key to his survival.
…
As night fell quietly, Mingze walked to the door quietly without making any footsteps.
Ming Zeye was slightly surprised, even the most careful and slow pace would make a slight sound.
But when he didn't want to make any noise, his body would instinctively walk on a catwalk without making a single sound. He was simply a born assassin.
Ming Zeye secretly wrote down this matter, waiting for the opportunity to check the identity of this body in the future.
Ming Zeye slowly pulled down the doorknob without making any sound.
He gently opened the door a crack and was about to see what was going on outside, but suddenly he met a pair of black eyes.
“!!!!!!”
Ming Zeye's pupils shrank and he subconsciously took a step back, while those eyes stared at him through the crack in the door.
Under the moonlight, these black eyes glowed with a frightening white light.
The door was pushed open...
