After being rescued by V and making an agreement with him, V left Jack alone in the workshop not long after.

Jack was a little confused and asked V:

"Aren't you afraid that I lied to you and stayed in your workshop, and after you leave, I will run away? You shouldn't be able to catch me anyway."

Hearing this, V shrugged, looking indifferent:

"What's there to be afraid of? I don't think you're lying to me. Besides, even if you really want to run away, you have no money, no ability to defend yourself, and no connections in the dungeon. Where are you going to run? The last thing? They all end up being dismantled and sold into parts.

"In my workshop, these are the most valuable nutrient solutions for you. You can't find anything better for the rest. You can run away if you want, and take away whatever you want. Anyway, I It doesn’t matter, there’s no big loss.”

V said it so straightforwardly that Jack actually had nothing to say in reply. He smiled and replied:

"I see."

V didn’t say anything else and threw him a key:

"After the nutrient solution is finished, you can pull it out yourself, right?"

After receiving Jack's affirmative answer, he turned and left the workshop.

Looking at V's walking back, Jack lay on the operating bed and suddenly felt an inexplicable loneliness.

That period of loneliness was caused by many reasons, whether it was the strange environment that I was in now, or the complete farewell to my previous life. More importantly, he later realized that he no longer had any relatives.

Chelsea's face before detonating the bomb kept flashing in front of him, like a revolving lantern, and would never disappear from him.

Jack's originally strong heart suddenly became fragile in the empty room with only the smell of potion lingering around.

During the long night, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh and felt a sense of loss.

He took out the photo and the chip Chelsea gave him from the bag of the blood-covered jacket he was covering.

Holding the photo in his hand, Jack looked at the unfamiliar mother, his still young father, and himself who was still pregnant in his belly. His eyes gradually blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Jack trembled and pressed the photo to his chest, suddenly thinking of what Chelsea said to him before blowing up the workshop:

"Everything you want to know is in the chip I gave you."

Thinking of Chelsea's words, Jack quickly put the chip in his hand and took a closer look. The chip was relatively small, and the lines on it were also very complex, as if they were many carefully carved patterns.

Seeing the pattern on the chip, Jack knew that there must be a lot of information in this small chip. The content inside is definitely not simple.

As a craftsman, Jack installed a special chip decoding device in his left prosthetic robotic arm. As long as the chip is inserted into the decoding device, the contents of the chip can be deciphered and the information can be directly transmitted into Jack's mind.

But I am still receiving infusions, and there are many tubes inserted densely in my left hand, which cannot be removed by force.

Helpless, Jack could only wait for all the nutrient solution to be infused before inserting the chip into the decoding device for deciphering.

He put the chip back into his jacket pocket, the photo still taped to his chest.

Then, he felt a moment of calm and fatigue that was briefly out of danger. The fatigue swept over him. He yawned and decided to sleep for a while.

By the time you wake up, you should have almost lost all the nutrient solution in your body.

So Jack put his hand on the photo on his chest, closed his eyes, and fell asleep quickly.

...

He was woken up by a strange feeling in his body. It felt like water was flowing around him, flowing through his limbs and bones, bringing him a kind of trembling and comfort.

Jack opened his eyes, his hand still on the picture.

He took a look and found that the nutrient solution in the tubes on his body had drained cleanly, and now only the empty tubes were still inserted into his body, with a few drops of nutrient solution that had not drained cleanly inside.

The nutrient solution V got didn't seem to be a low-quality fake. After injecting the nutrient solution, Jack obviously felt much better. The limbs that had been limp and weak now regained control.

He shook his head, straightened up, stuffed the photo into his jacket pocket, then reached out and pulled out the clean tube on his body.

The moment he pulled it out, there was a sense of pain, but the pain was not particularly strong, and it just made Jack frown.

After all the tubes on his body were removed, Jack propped himself up and sat on the operating bed. Then, he immediately took out the chip, removed the armored arm on his left prosthetic hand, and inserted the chip into the decoding device.

A strange feeling came over me.

The truth that Chelsea had hidden from Jack for many years was about to be revealed in front of him. What he had been curious about for so many years was finally slowly revealed to him.

But as the truth was revealed, Jack also became deeply aware of something.

That is, his father is gone. Under the grief caused by his father's death, it seems that the truth is important, but not important.

While he was overwhelmed by a burst of complicated emotions, the chip had been decoded.

Jack closed his eyes and waited for the decoded information to be transmitted to his mind.

To Jack's surprise, it turned out to be a video.

The beginning of the video shows Chelsea when she was young.

At that time, Chelsea was holding an infant baby in her hands. The baby cried for a while and then was coaxed to sleep by Chelsea.

Chelsea showed the sleeping baby under the camera. Then, she seemed to see Jack who was watching the video and said to him:

"Jack, there is no doubt that this is how you used to torment me all day long when you were a child."

After the presentation, Chelsea held the baby and placed him on the bed. Then, he sat down, faced the camera, and began to speak slowly.

"Jack, I took this video for no other reason than to tell you something, something you need to know. I don't know if there will be any other accidents in your life. Can I accompany you until you grow up, or can you fulfill your responsibilities as a father?

"But I will definitely try to be a qualified father, because that is your mother's wish."

Chelsea said this, took out a photo and showed it in front of the camera.

That photo, of the family, is still in his jacket pocket.

After showing the photo, Chelsea carefully put it away and continued to say in the camera:

"Actually, apart from whether an accident will happen to me, I don't know if, as an independent individual, there will be anything in your life that is out of my control. Let me tell you, I hope you can be a A safe job does not show any talent. You can even be stupid, incompetent, and have some stupid hobbies. That is a good thing in my eyes.

"Because of this, you can at least die happily and mediocrely, and maybe you will meet a girl and have a few children together. They are just children born as Jack Jones, not the Jc family.

"But I don't know if you will show your extraordinary talents and interests in some special places, such as war studies, history, or..."

At this point, Chelsea shrugged and spat,

“Another example is what the Jc family is best at, damn craftsmanship.

"Listen Jack, I don't know how old you are or what the circumstances are when you see this video. But I will only give you this video under a certain assumption, and for this reason. , I just recorded it.

"That is, you have gone against all the life trajectories I wanted you to do, and you still followed the old path of the Jc family and became a craftsman like your father and me.

"If that's the case, Jack, listen, this is the most important thing I have to say to you.

"Do you think Jc's surname is weird? I believe you will think so, because when I was a child, I also felt that Jc's surname was like someone who had eaten shit.

"Later, my father told me the truth. As your father, I also have the responsibility and obligation to tell you the truth.

"The original surname of our family was not Jc. It was not until my father's father, your great-grandfather's generation, that it was changed to Jc. It turns out that our family surname is Flair."

Chelsea said, rubbing her hands together as if thinking of words,

"Jack, my ability to express myself is not very good. I'll try my best to explain it to you clearly."

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