“…” Zhou Rong nodded silently: “So you actively contacted Deputy Director Guo, using the completion of vaccine research as a condition to steal the ultimate antibody sample?”
Sinan said, “More or less. But actually… it’s not really stealing. It was originally my thing.”
Zhou Rong almost understood what happened but didn’t interrupt, just quietly watching him.
“Although capable countries were all doing virus experiments, the Pandora virus was indeed finalized in my mother’s hands. She was very regretful about this, and after marrying Luo Mu’er’s father, she kept researching vaccines, but no one knew exactly how far she had progressed.” Sinan inhaled the cold night air like water and said, “She was very advanced in this field. Perhaps my father’s death gave her great motivation and inspiration.”
Zhou Rong listened silently.
Sinan said self-mockingly, “Whether in science or art, the pain of death is always one path to inspiration.”
“And then?” Zhou Rong asked softly.
“After she hanged herself, she left me a letter, but I never opened it. I didn’t even go to her funeral…”
Sinan was silent for a long time. Zhou Rong thought he wouldn’t continue, but moments later, he calmly admitted, “I didn’t dare to go.”
“…Why?”
Sinan probably hadn’t spoken so much in his entire life. After thinking for a long time, as if forcing himself to organize language to describe his hidden, obscure past, he finally spoke: “For several years, I kind of hated her.”
“I hated why she kept tampering with my father’s body, why she researched the Pandora virus, why she used me as a test subject for a series of antibody tests.” He paused briefly, “Later, probably because the vaccine research hit a bottleneck, her mental state gradually became abnormal. She would always imagine my father wasn’t dead, and even return to researching the Pandora virus…”
Sinan closed his eyes, memories of those unbearable times surfacing – the gray and beautiful manor, and the sky overhead that seemed perpetually overcast, subtly revealing a blood-colored vortex.
“I shattered her illusion,” Sinan opened his eyes, continuing in a terrifyingly steady tone. “She couldn’t bear it and committed suicide after leaving a letter.”
Zhou Rong now understood the complex emotions hidden in those four words “I didn’t dare.”
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