Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 543 Bunin's Research (2)

"I support your research?" Han Qiu frowned. "How do I support you?"

While asking this, Han Qiu already had some guesses in his mind.

This lunatic wouldn't want to clone me, would he? Han Qiu thought.

That's kind of crazy.

"I need some of your gene samples. Since Han Qiu has disappeared, you shouldn't mind the appearance of a new Han Qiu, right?" The young Bunin added, "Don't worry, I don't want to create a dragon. In fact, for every person who disappears from the world, I hope to save them from the land of death."

It's really crazy, Odin's men are all crazy.

"Sorry, I personally am not interested in cloning," said Han Qiu.

"Well..." The young Bunin was a little surprised, "I thought Mr. Han would be able to take it easy. After all, Mr. Han is a dragon."

"I don't know whether dragons support it or not, but I am rather opposed to it. Mr. Bunin, do you really think that the cloned person can replace the original existence, and that the inheritance of memory means eternal life?" Han Qiu planned to say something more.

"At least in my research, those cloned people live happily. They don't know they are dying, and the people around them don't doubt it. The eternity of life has always been a difficult problem. As a dragon, it is normal for Mr. Han to not understand our pursuits."

"Maybe." Han Qiu held back the words.

If you discuss philosophical issues with a madman, you will become mad yourself.

"I don't need to let Han Qiu return to this world. If Mr. Bunin just wants to study dragons, he can just go directly to your boss." Han Qiu said.

Although he was rejected, Mr. Bunin was still polite. He bowed slightly and said, "It's okay. I will follow your will."

"Mr. Buning, I've thought about it and there are some things I need to ask you." Han Qiu stopped Buning who was turning to leave.

"What's the matter?" The young man Bunin turned around.

"I have some questions about your research."

Young Bunin thought Han Qiu had changed his mind, so he turned around with a smile and said, "Mr. Han, please speak."

"Do you know Christina?" Han Qiu asked.

The young Bunin thought for a long time and then relaxed his brows. "You are talking about that agent, right? He has been following Bunin to investigate the criminal evidence of him. I know these things. I said that there is nothing in Russia that I don't know."

"So you call him Old Bunin, too."

"He's really old."

"So, Mr. Bunin, are you familiar with Christina?"

"There is no communication. My understanding of these clones relies on data and regular memory sharing. Memory itself is a data stream."

"So, Mr. Bunin." Han Qiu leaned back against the armrest with a glass of champagne in his hand. "You treat people as computers. You can have relevant memories, but you can't have corresponding feelings. You know Christina, but you will never understand Christina. Mr. Bunin, how many clones do you have?"

"A lot, more than a hundred. This is my personal family, Bunin's family."

"Then how can you be sure that you are the real one? Is it because you are the strongest among these Bunin? If we use strength to judge who is the real one, then is it possible that you are also being watched? Just like old Bunin is being watched by you, you know everything, but he knows nothing." Han Qiu patted the young Bunin's shoulder, and the cups collided with each other, making a crisp sound. "Old Bunin doesn't know you exist, but he is still alive. He has his own deeds and his own thoughts. Old Bunin is Bunin, and you are also Bunin. Maybe you will refute me that old Bunin does not have your memories, but you can have old Bunin's memories."

The young Bunin really wanted to refute in this way, but Han Qiu did not give him the chance to refute.

"Using the continuation of memory to achieve an alternative kind of immortality sounds like the right way, but in fact, memory is only part of it. People will forget some things and remember some things. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you remember it or not. What's important is that you have experienced it and have some special feelings while experiencing it. Even if you forget, those feelings do exist." Han Qiu said.

"It turns out that Mr. Han is an idealist." The young Bunin didn't care about Han Qiu's words and just listened.

"I said I shouldn't talk about this. Never mind. It's fine." Han Qiu drank the wine in one gulp. "I have something else to do. Let's talk next time."

It's confusing to talk to a lunatic who also wants his genes.

What? Are you planning to use some special method to take away something useful?

The more Han Qiu thought about it, the more disgusted he felt. This young man Bunin looked elegant and graceful, but in fact he was just like Pompey, both of them were a bit despicable.

However, the young Bunin did not mean that at all. He did not want Han Qiu to donate sperm. It was purely Han Qiu's own wishful thinking.

The party continued, and the Arctic cold was nothing to the people on the boat.

Each bloodline is nobler than the other, so being a little cold is acceptable.

Han Qiu slowly walked behind Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu. The two brothers were discussing things from their childhood.

It’s been too long. As expected, when brothers meet, they always have endless memories.

Interspersed with nostalgia are some of the daily life during this period, and whether each person’s life is going smoothly and happily.

Occasionally there are expectations for the future.

Of course, whether it is nostalgia, daily life or expectations, there are two points to avoid: the Eight Snake Families and the Fierce Ghosts.

Han Qiu remembered a saying, "When the son grows up, the family separates." Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu are now in a state of separation.

The division of family property does not involve separation of feelings, and the feelings between brothers do not involve family affairs.

"Han Qiu." Yuan Zhinu was the first to discover Han Qiu hiding behind her.

"I just happened to pass by, you guys chat about your things." Han Qiu said.

"Mr. Han." Yuan Zhisheng smiled relaxedly, "Would you like to sit down and have a drink together?"

"Okay. Sorry, I've been too busy lately. I brought you out, but I don't have time to take care of you." Han Qiu poured himself a glass of champagne: "I'll punish myself with a glass first."

"We had to catch up on our own. It was worth the trip to encounter such a strange thing and witness the war between the first generation of species." Yuan Zhinv said regretfully: "It's a pity for your previous friends. They have all forgotten you."

Sakurai Kogure, Ryoma Momoe, the heads of the eight Snake families, and many more.

"It's not difficult to make them remember me, but it's only temporary. They will be happier if they forget me. You should understand that without Han Qiu's identity, it will be much easier for me to act." Han Qiu smiled and remembered the time when he was chased by the academy.

It would be a pity for the college if Han Qiu was gone, and it would be a shame for the college if Han Qiu was added.

"I understand." Yuan Zhisheng raised his glass, "But I still want to know, Mr. Han, when will you stop being busy?"

"I don't know, it should be soon. What? Do you want to take me to France to retire?" Han Qiu asked.

"Of course I welcome you to go, but your personality should make you prefer the wider world," said Yuan Zhisheng.

"It's good to take a break occasionally." Han Qiu looked at the icebergs in the distance. "Unfortunately, I don't have much time to rest. I can't help it. Maybe this is the price of greed."