Chapter 1609 Do Not Let Him Die Too Easily
"He came up with a drug that can totally control people, but he could only make three pills because the materials were scarce."
"You mean the drug you told me about, Dr. Griffin? The one that causes hallucinations?"
She let out a mocking laugh. "A drug that causes hallucinations is nothing compared to his. His drug makes people completely obedient, like they follow his every command. I still don't know how he pulled it off, and neither do the higher-ups. Anyway, he must have left. After he took off, the base was in chaos for a while. They started a manhunt to bring him back."
Obviously, they never caught him. Christopher was incredibly skilled; he could hide anywhere if he wanted to.
"After he left, I kept trying to figure out how to make that drug, but he destroyed all the data. The best I could do was make a drug that hypnotizes people into telling the truth and helps me smuggle things out."
"So that map, Manuel must have taken it out himself without even knowing it." Raymond said.
Calla raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised. "Why do you think it was him?"
"I'm making an educated guess, Dr. Griffin. You wanted me to kill him, which means you hate him. But core members of the research base rarely meet, let alone know each other's backgrounds. You also hate Zaid and Zaid's mentor, but you didn't want to kill them immediately. That means your grudge with Manuel is irreconcilable and must have started outside the base. Dr. Griffin, you've been outside before, right? You mentioned your unstable condition and suddenly brought up Mario. It seems you have two sets of memories."
Calla lit another cigarette, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "You're very perceptive. My memories are incomplete. I came here many years ago, and my memories have been gradually returning since. But something always felt missing, something elusive. It wasn't until I overheard Zaid and Atlas talking that it hit me like a ton of bricks. I finally understood why I felt like a walking corpse. Manuel brought me to the research base that year. He was too arrogant, thinking he could get me out intact. I was experimented on, and my memories were implanted into someone else's brain. That person is Calla."
Raymond furrowed his brow, studying the person in front of him. After a long pause, he spoke softly, "But you didn't wake up right away. At first, Calla's memories dominated."
"That's one way to put it. But the person who experimented on me died suddenly. He intended to upload the experiment data, but never did. Technically, I was the first successful human experiment. Unlike Christopher, who had someone else's memories implanted, this body isn't mine. Manuel must have taken my body. People who enter the research base aren't allowed to leave alive. My body was drugged, and its condition would deteriorate over time—blindness, deafness, and eventually losing all sensory perception, leading to death by fear. It's a slow-acting poison. But Manuel, that bastard, didn't know about the drug. I'm sure he didn't treat my body kindly. If I went blind, it would be even better for him."
Her eyes were filled with undisguised loathing at the mention of Manuel.
No one knew the full extent of her grudge against Manuel.
Raymond didn't plan to ask, as he wasn't familiar with this Manuel either.
Calla didn't want to reveal too much. She just needed him to know that she had saved Christopher, so they could proceed with their next transaction smoothly.
"Dr. Griffin, I'll take care of Manuel within two days. Then we can figure out how to get out of here. We should leave the research base within two weeks."
"Don't let him die too easily."
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