The man before him had brown hair tied into a little ponytail. Even with a serious expression, he still looked like he couldn't be taken seriously.
He was supposedly the director of the Research Institute, but he seemed more like a charlatan fortune-teller running a street stall.
This man was an acquaintance of Qi Si's, and also his only "friend"—their relationship was based on mutual interest. He had a few minor flaws, but they were tolerable. In many situations, he was extremely useful.
"Jin Yusheng," Qi Si said with a smile, watching the man's eyes. "Your background really isn't as simple as it seems. You actually have the means and resources to set up a Research Institute like this and keep my vital signs going for three years."
Since he was in an instance, he went along with the worldview the instance presented and joked with him.
The instance had already woven his personal information into the story's background in a convoluted way. And now it had pulled this?
Thinking that a shrewd, clever guy like Jin Yusheng would show up as an important NPC in a situation like this struck him as both strange and funny.
After laughing for a while, Qi Si lowered the corners of his mouth and said seriously, "Given your profession, I think you should be performing rituals to summon souls, not trying your hand at cloning experiments."
Jin Yusheng was stunned for a moment, then looked away and turned to the researcher in a white coat beside him. "You're right. This clone looks so much like him that, for a moment, I thought he was back. Take him to the Observation Room. Keep an eye on his condition and report any changes."
"So—could it be that I'm not a clone at all, but the