"Thump-thump-thump-thump."
The world seemed to fall silent. Reeling from the shock, Ye Lin heard nothing but a ringing in his head and the violent pounding of his heart.
On the Voice Recorder, Huang Liang's voice briefly fell silent too, as though he had known, while recording those words, just how devastating they would be to Ye Lin.
"Rustle, rustle."
The cold wind blowing through the window kept lifting the white sheets on the desk, making them rustle.
In the darkness, Ye Lin gripped the Voice Recorder tightly. The shock was so overwhelming that he had to brace himself against the desk, Huang Liang's words echoing endlessly in his mind.
Many versions of him.
Many versions of him...!!
He did not know exactly what Huang Liang meant, but he could not accept any of the possibilities!
After discovering that the tomb's occupant was also named Ye Lin, he had considered the possibility that the name was a code name, shared by many people within the organization. But he had never imagined that it was more than a code name-that many versions of him actually existed!
Was it cloning or genetic replication?
Was I a copy of Ye Lin, or had someone copied me?
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind. As he struggled to think, his eyes began to turn bloodshot.
What was it? What exactly had happened!?
Who was he, really!
He had thought there was no longer anything wrong with him. When the system confirmed that he was not [Ye Lin], he had even come to believe that he and the other man merely shared a name.
But now, if he was a copy, that meant he had an immense connection to the dead Ye Lin-he might even be a copy of that very man.
But if he was the