Everyone said that Lu Chenzhou loved me because of my face, which is 70% similar to that of my sister Shen Qiangwei. [The text is finished｜Suspense stand-in × scientific ethics × deep sadomasochistic love]
My name is Haitang, which is Zhou Xubai's most perfect work.
He gave me a name, gave me an identity, gave me everything—except freedom. He said he loved me, but he raised me to be his dead white moonlight. He said he would protect me, but he carved a begonia flower birthmark on my wrist that was exactly the same as his first love.
Until I found a yellowed experimental record deep in his study:
No. HT-019, clone, memory stability 87%, consciousness transfer adapter carrier.
The girl in the photo looks exactly like me, with a mole on the corner of her eye that he put on with his own hands.
At that moment I understood——
I am not a substitute, I am a carefully cultivated "container".
He is not a lover, he is a mad scientist who treats me as an experimental specimen.
The suicide note left by her mother said: "Begonia, you are not our child, you were stolen from us."
My biological father burst into tears while holding his wrist, which had the same birthmark as mine.
Interpol removed a tiny tracker from under my skin.
And the eight-year-old girl HT-019, who has the same blood as me, is waiting in a sanatorium in Switzerland to become the next "me".
It turns out that this twenty-year scam was codenamed "Eternal Bloom."
What they want is not love, but my body, my memory, and my perfect genes as the "original flower".
When the lights came on at the Neuroscience Summit in Vienna, Zhou Xubai reached out to me in front of the whole world:
Thrilling and deep.