Adopted Son Takes Action

"What exactly is that inside your body?" Lin Shen stared at Old Iron and asked.

Old Iron shook his head. "I don't know what he is either, but there are images in my mind that I've never experienced. I think those memories don't belong to me—they belong to him. Judging from those images, he's very strange. Before today, I could only see fragments of those scenes. I never truly felt his presence."

"What were those scenes?" Lin Xiangdong asked.

"Many of them, scattered and disjointed. Some were scenes of killing, some were scenes of research. I originally thought they were things I had experienced before, but now I can tell that they aren't my memories. They're his," Old Iron said.

"Research? Researching what?" Lin Shen asked.

"Researching himself," Old Iron said.

"Researching himself? How?" Lin Shen and Lin Xiangdong looked at each other.

"A lot of things. There were scenes of injecting all kinds of drugs, and scenes of modifying the body, but they weren't very coherent, so I don't know exactly what was being done. I originally thought this body had been modified that way, but something still seems off." Even Old Iron could not make sense of it. Looking at Lin Xiangdong, he said, "You said earlier that there might be a way to control it. You can use it on me. I'll cooperate."

Lin Xiangdong gave a bitter smile. "Don't be so anxious. I only said we should think of a way—we haven't thought of one yet. This isn't my area of expertise. Wait until I go back and ask Third Brother. Maybe he'll have a way."

Old Iron looked somewhat disappointed. Turning to Lin Shen, he said, "There's something wrong with your body. I saw something in his memory fragments. Perhaps, in some sense, your body