“Professor Yan hasn’t mentioned this to you?”

Han Chi shook his head, still in shock. For so many years, he hadn’t thought about the origin of the R virus. He always thought that the R virus was a natural occurrence. The virus turned out to be artificially made, and it was actually made by Yan Han.

“How could it be? Why did Yan Han create the R virus? Just to harm herself and others?”

Liang Chao looked at him and said what he had thought of in advance smoothly, “I also thought about that for a long time. I don’t understand. Scientists have different thinking from ordinary people. What’s more, a scientist with advanced consciousness like Yan Han may have developed a virus that can cure all cancers and benefit mankind. Unexpectedly, it backfired and created a virus that turns people into zombies. Of course, it may also have other purposes.”

While Liang Chao was talking, Han Chi thought calmly for a moment. He felt that he still couldn’t believe Liang Chao’s one-sided words, so he pretended to believe him and said perfunctorily, “Well, I get it. If Professor Liang has nothing else to do, I have to go and do the experiment.”

When Han Chi was about to leave, Liang Chao hurriedly stopped him, “Hey, Professor Han, don’t rush to leave. Professor Han doesn’t quite believe what I said?”

Han Chi said solemnly, “How can that be? I believe you.”

“Professor Han, don’t deceive me. I’m not stupid. I know you don’t believe me from your expression. I have evidence here. When you see the evidence, you won’t have this expression.”

After speaking, Liang Chao took out a wrinkled notebook from his bag.

“Take a look,” Liang Chao handed the experiment record to Han Chi.

Yan Han’s name was written on the experimental record notebook. He had seen Yan Han’s handwriting, which was completely different from this one, but he didn’t say that right away. He opened the notebook and continued to look.

The content inside was really about the R virus, and the handwriting was the same as the written name.

Han Chi continued to flip through the experiment record notebook, and finally found that there was only less than half of the record notebook. He didn’t know if Liang Chao deliberately kept the other half or it was just like that.

“Why did this experimental record end here?” Han Chi turned to the last page and asked.

Liang Chao never expected Han Chi to ask such a question. He was worried when he took the notebook. He was afraid that Han Chi would know how the R virus was made after reading the notebook, so he deliberately took only half of it.

“Oh, well, I took the notebook when the virus broke out. It was like this when I took it. At that time, the situation was urgent, and I didn’t specifically look for the rest,” he lied casually.

“So, Professor Liang also participated in creating the R virus?”

“This…” Liang Chao was speechless for a moment. When he was asked by Han Chi, he didn’t know how to answer. It was not right. It seemed that he couldn’t get out of it. It was strange to say yes.

“Is that right?” Han Chi asked again.

Liang Chao could only say “yes” with hesitation.

“Oh, it’s just that I didn’t know it at that time. How could I know that Professor Yan was studying this kind of thing? When the virus broke out, I wanted to stop it, but it was too late.”

“Oh, I get it. Professor Liang, if there is nothing else, I will go to the laboratory.”

“Hey…” Liang Chao wondered about Han Chi’s reaction. He wanted to stop him and explain to him, but he couldn’t think of any good reason to talk to him again.

Alas, it seemed that he was too impulsive to say that before he thought it over.

When Han Chi returned to the laboratory, Yan Han happened to be absent, and there was only an experimental record notebook on the experimental bench. Han Chi recalled that Liang Chao’s expression when he told him about the R virus didn’t seem to be fake, but the handwriting on the record notebook was too different from Yan Han’s current handwriting. Thinking about it, Han Chi unconsciously walked to Yan Han’s experimental bench, reached out to the notebook, and carefully checked it.

Looking at it so carefully, it seemed to be a bit similar, but it was a bit sloppy.

Han Chi was about to turn the next page when Yan Han’s cold voice suddenly came behind him, “Han Chi, what are you doing?”

Han Chi was analyzing Yan Han’s handwriting attentively when Yan Han’s voice suddenly came, so the feeling was no different from a thief who was concentrating on rummaging through boxes and cabinets at the host’s house, and when he raised his head, he bumped into the host. It was like someone who was talking ill of someone with their friends, and the person they were talking ill of was standing behind them.

This feeling couldn’t be fully expressed by the words “shame” and “embarrassment”.

Han Chi looked back at Yan Han, “I-I-I…” He couldn’t say a complete sentence.

“You are looking at my handwriting,” Yan Han said what Han Chi had in mind.

Han Chi looked at Yan Han with a surprised expression, and his expression was so vivid as if he was saying, “How did you know I was going to say that?”

Then, Yan Han answered Han Chi kindly, “I saw you with Liang Chao, so I followed quietly and eavesdropped for a while.”

Yan Han was expressionless when she said that, as if she was talking about the weather. It was the first time for Han Chi to see someone saying that calmly.

Seeing that Han Chi didn’t answer, Yan Han thought about it, and decided to tell him everything.

“Are you wondering why my handwriting is very different from that in the record notebook Liang Chao gave you?”

Han Chi nodded, thinking that communicating with smart people was not tiring at all. She could guess what he was thinking without talking. 

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