Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 436



Cloning embryos, after being born, turn out to be quite diverse due to differences in environment, lifestyle, and even prenatal development. Thus, Phoebe and Foebe, although similar in appearance, are not exactly identical, not even in personality.

Cloning.

Now, there's a word that sends shivers down the spine.

"What about Colin?" I croaked out the question.

What was he, if I was an experiment?

"He's not exactly an experiment..." Melody winced in pain, leaning against the wall. "He was gically screened, yes. He's the result of gic optimization, unlike you... He's still a normal person. But you, Foebe, you can hardly be called 'human.' In their eyes, you're just a lamb to the slaughter, livestock let loose in human society... an experimental subject, a species to be erased by 'accidents' if the data turns sour."

Melody spoke again, "Just like Dolly the sheep, your fate is to become a specimen, trapped in the basement of some lab. I bet... the Gene-Forge Collective's underground labs are filled with 'your' corpses."

"Ha..." I laughed weakly, getting up, not saying anything, and started to make my way downstairs, leaning on the wall for support.

A clone.

What a joke.

Sci-fi movies have always played it safe when it comes to expressing human desires and evil.

All the darkness hidden beneath the sun, for the sake of 'progress,' 'evolution,' immortality, anti-aging, the sheer will to live...

The kind of darkness ordinary people never touch in their lifetimes, unimaginable to them.

So, isn't living a simple life a form of happiness?

"Phoebe..." Dexter's voice was hoarse as he called my name.

"The Godfather opens with a quote that behind every great fortune lies a great crime. Marx said it too, that capital comes dripping from head to foot, from every pore, with blood and dirt..."

My voice was raspy as I continued to walk down.

I wasn't just speaking for Dexter to hear, but also for myself.

What we see in this world, the splendor, is only what the puppeteers want us to see.

The darkness behind it, unimaginable.

"Phoebe..." Dexter sounded worried. "This isn't your fault."

I turned to look at Dexter, scoffing. "I never thought it was my fault..."

So, who's to blame?

"Keep your woman in line, tell her to shut her mouth..."

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"I'm not at fault, Colin isn't at fault." I turned and continued walking down. "As for Damian and the vast, sturdy web behind him..."

"Tell Damian, I will personally destroy everything."

I won't compromise.

I won't back down.

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The police are already on high alert, so Damian and his associates are starting to panic...

But this is just the beginning.

"Phoebe... I will help you," Dexter said softly.

Even though he knew the terrible cost of getting involved.

"Before that, I need to find the murderer..." I whispered, continuing my descent.

I'm beginning to suspect that the person controlling the game of murder is leading me... to find him, join him, and fight against the

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Colin stood by the fireplace, opening his arms to me.

My eyes felt hot as I jumped down the steps and into his embrace.

"Don't be afraid, we're on the first floor now, there's light over there." Colin pointed to a sliver of light coming through a crack in the wall...

This is Sea City, a place where light should shine, not allowing these parasites to run amok.

"Yeah, let's go home."

My gaze fell on Annora, who was sitting there, barely alive, her clothes soaked in blood, yet her eyes held a deep meaning.

Indeed... her hand bore the marks of my grasp, bloodied.