Chapter 256

When did we do it?

How long have we been doing this?

Do we know?!】

The lost soul was howling.

"I seem to hear someone saying I'm handsome?"

A question with a smile appeared in the room.

Dr. Gears pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the person.

He had a big nose, a Cheshire Cat-like grinning face, a top hat on his head, and a shotgun on his back.

It was Dr. Clef, who had died hundreds of years ago.

Before Dr. Gears could respond, a slightly tired voice sounded behind Dr. Clef.

"Yes, very handsome. Do you want to know your previous self?"

Dr. Bright entered the room wearing "Immortality."

He took out a photo and handed it to Dr. Clef.

In the photo was a highly twisted and deformed human body, which fell into the gap of the instrument, the liquid produced by decay had long dried up, leaving traces on the floor that were difficult to remove.

However, for Dr. Clef, who had experienced big storms, this was nothing.

Dr. Clef began to suspect that this was a prank by his colleagues, but when Dr. Gears showed the clumsy four-line poem.

He realized that this thing might indeed have come from his hand.

But he had no impression of this thing and this line of words at all.

Unless...

Dr. Clef looked at his colleagues and didn't say his guess.

"Hell, how did Dr. Clef die once in such a long-ago era?"

"My God, it's really implanted memory. Even Dr. Clef didn't notice the truth at all."

"How many times has the Foundation restarted their own civilization?"

"You might as well ask how many times their civilization has been destroyed by anomalies."

"Replicating humans, implanting memories, modifying history, adjusting errors... and maybe letting major events that happened in history repeat themselves. Is the Foundation justice or evil... this thing is too weird."

"Relax, don't worry."

The green bushes reflected the sunlight, and in front of the white fence, a young man with light brown eyes was pushing a lawnmower, tidying up the lawn.

A successful man in a suit stopped in front of the garden, patiently watching the owner tidy up the garden neatly.

"Good afternoon, sir, how is your day?"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm having a great day."

Joel wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled.

"Are you from out of town? You look a bit unfamiliar."

The man nodded and smiled back:

"Yes, I'm here to find a friend I haven't seen for many years. He saved my life before."

"Oh, do you need my help? I know everyone around here. You just need to describe his appearance, and I'll know who he is."

The man shook his head and refused Joel's kindness.

"Thanks, I've already found him, he's having a great day today."

"Oh, that's really happy."

"Yes," the stranger said with a smile, "I wish you every day better than today."

After speaking, he waved his hand and continued walking.

After walking a distance, Robert stopped at the intersection, facing the light, looking at Joel who was still busy tidying up the garden, the corners of his mouth curled up.