Qi Si stared at Yang Yi in the livestream, racking his brains, unable to figure out what Yang Yi was trying to accomplish.
Behind him, unseen by Qi Si, the man stared at Yang Yi in the livestream with a dangerous look in his eyes.
Clearly, Yang Yi had not followed the script he had given her in the livestream.
It sounded similar enough, but Yang Yi had deliberately told a story full of holes during the livestream. She was obviously doing it on purpose.
But it no longer mattered.
The man's expression quickly softened.
He looked tenderly at Qi Si, who was tied to a chair, as though he were looking at his lover, his child.
The reason he had done all this was to bring Qi Si back to his side.
His most satisfactory and most important creation had finally returned to him after eighteen years.
His unfinished experiments could finally continue!
Over the years, he had been forced to conceal his identity and live in hiding, but he had never stopped his experiments.
It was just a pity that, after all these years, he had never encountered another test subject as satisfactory as Qi Si.
In the eighteen years after being forced to give up Qi Si, he had used many test subjects. Some were children, some were adults.
There had even been elderly people.
Yet without exception, every experiment had ended in failure.
He was unwilling to accept it. He was insane.
As his brief life approached its end, an enormous regret had been buried in his heart.
If he had never seen the hope of success, then so be it. At worst, he could take his regrets with him and become a pile of dust.
But he had once come so, so close to success!