Qi Si counted roughly. There were eight corpses in total. They had died in different ways, but looked more or less alike, and every one of them wore the same white shirt he did.
He quickly found the flaw in the setup. "If these corpses were my clones from before, the earliest one should have rotted away long ago after three whole years. And that's not the only problem. A lot of the Cloning Research Institute's premises simply don't hold up."
Once the most obvious crack appeared, all the inconsistencies he'd subconsciously ignored before came surging back like a tide.
First, the researchers' attitudes made no sense.
In any social group, "wolves" and "sheep" maintained a dynamic balance. If some people were idle, then others would be ambitious. It was impossible for everyone to seem cut from the same mold, using the same thought processes and behavioral logic.
And an institution like the Research Institute had shift work across various positions, with staff constantly moving around and being let go. The odds of him always running into slackers at every position were extremely low.
What's more, even if everyone in society had grown sick of work, surely they'd show at least a little interest in a novel piece of cutting-edge technology like "cloning," wouldn't they?
Second, the Research Institute was too quiet. It felt fake.
Since entering the instance, Qi Si hadn't heard anyone speak beyond what was necessary.
The entire Research Institute felt unreal, like a paradise cut off from the rest of the world. He couldn't see any changes in the social or natural environment, and the researchers seemed like mannequins, with work identities but no lives of their own.
Finally, Jin Yusheng had been far too rational.
To save time, he'd simply explained everything that had happened