"No buts."
The Governor was certain that although Carl was a little abnormal, he had performed a miracle.
"Sir…" Karl was still a little hesitant.
"Okay, Carl, just stay here and relax. Milton will introduce everything here to you later. You can leave early today. If you want to find me, you know my office."
The Governor patted Karl on the shoulder, and then the two of them stepped forward and looked at Milton directly, "Do you have any questions?"
"No...no...no." Milton was a little flustered.
The Governor nodded and retracted his gaze, "You heard what I just said, right?"
"I heard it." Milton nodded quickly.
"Well, I wish you guys a happy time together."
The Governor smiled, put one hand on Milton's shoulder and the other on Carl, then patted them and turned away.
After the Governor left, Carl and Milton were left staring at each other. Carl didn't know what to say or do, let alone how to get along with this seemingly good-tempered gentleman in front of him.
But even if he has a good temper, he probably wouldn't be too happy if he was arranged to be his assistant and let him be in charge here.
Karl really didn't know what to say for a moment.
They looked at each other and were silent for a while. It was Milton who spoke first and extended his hand.
"Hello, my name is Milton."
Carl also extended his hand.
"Hello, my name is Carl, I'm sorry..." Carl did feel a little guilty.
"No, you don't have to apologize. Maybe the Governor just wanted to remind me. And the Governor is right. It has been so long and I haven't achieved any results."
Milton smiled helplessly. He didn't seem to bear any grudge against Carl, nor did he care much about who became whose assistant.
"Carl, come on, let me introduce this place to you." Milton waved with a smile.
Karl was about to nod, but suddenly closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he opened them again.
It was clearly the same pair of eyes, but now they seemed a little different from before.
"Milton, tell me, what have you been researching these days? What progress have you made?"
Karl's voice also changed a little. It didn't just become another voice directly, but the tone, the current tone, was inexplicably cold.
Milton was slightly stunned, and then looked at Karl with some confusion, "What did you say?"
Carl asked, "What are you researching? Even if your research doesn't have a topic, it should have a direction, right? So what progress have you made in your direction?"
"This... my previous research direction was how to restore the zombies."
"So what's the progress?"
"Uh... I'm sorry, no progress."
Although Karl had expected this, he still frowned slightly and asked again, "What about the basics?"
"What?" Milton was very confused. Why did Carl in front of him suddenly become a different person and bring him a kind of pressure, just like the governor's pressure.
"The basics of zombies. How much do you know about zombies?" Carl asked.
"This... I'm sorry, I still don't quite understand it."
Carl's brows furrowed even deeper. It was inherently risky for his own consciousness, or his true self, to appear.
But if he doesn't show up, it would just be a fake Carl, or in other words, it has always been Carl, but the Carl with incomplete memories, or even a Carl with some mental problems.
He couldn't do these things well. After all, "he" was still very immature. Even with the false information that he had been instilling in him, those memories were still too fragile.
Perhaps they can bring Carl something fixed, but a real person, a complete person, should be complex and even multifaceted.
Simply put, "he" is still very immature, even naive, and this is not just because of the time of his birth.
There is also the division of Karl's subjective consciousness when dividing memory.
Carl gave "him" all the bad things, such as negativity and depression, which caused "him" to have big problems, mental problems.
But no matter what, this is Carl's own problem.
Not only are there bad ones, there are also useless ones, for example, some not-so-good personalities, naive, kind and sentimental...
A lot, a lot, although Carl now has serious mental problems.
But Carl sometimes thinks that this is a good thing, because his subjective consciousness can always keep his thinking in an absolutely rational state.
Well, everything except Beth.
Carlton paused, and said something in a bit more detail:
"How much do you know about zombies? Have you dissected them? Is their body structure different from that of ordinary people? How do their organs differ from those of ordinary people? What is their metabolism like? What do they rely on to keep their bodies running?"
"This..." Milton was slightly stunned. Why did these words, coming from this child, always have a sense of unreality? But Karl in front of him was indeed asking very seriously.
"I'm sorry, I... I'm not a surgeon, I don't know how to do an autopsy." Milton said hesitantly.
Karl raised his eyebrows slightly. "So, for almost a year, you have been here just to get by? Procrastinating? Wasting time?"
"Hey, let me correct you. It's only been less than half a year since I started my research, and the conditions here are very poor, so it's really hard to make any progress."
Even if Milton had a good temper, he was still a little unhappy when Karl said that.
But Karl knew this. Milton might be unhappy. Anyone would be unhappy if they were scolded, let alone being scolded by someone who was decades younger than them.But Carl also knew that Milton would just be unhappy, well, that's all. With Milton's personality, he wouldn't be able to do anything if he was unhappy.
At least as long as it doesn't touch the bottom line, there won't be a rebound, and there won't be too big a change, so there is no need for Carl to be euphemistic.
"Are you afraid to dissect a zombie?" Carl curled his lips slightly and looked at Milton with some amusement.
In his complete memory, this Milton seemed to be quite timid indeed.
Moreover, his research, among the few scenes he included, actually involved burning incense and ringing bells.
Are you sure this isn't a charlatan but a researcher?
In Carl's opinion, Milton may be even less reliable than Eugene and is not someone who can really study zombies.
Milton said fiercely, "Damn it, how could I not dare!"
Carl asked, "Well, that's good. There should be zombies here, right?"
"What do you want?" Milton frowned. "Yes, there is, but it's not here. We need someone to bring it over."
Karl nodded. "Then go ask someone to get one, a complete one with a more intact body."
"What are you going to do?"
"If it's research, how can we do it without test subjects? Have you forgotten what the Governor said? If you don't cooperate with me, I will file a complaint."
Carl smiled threateningly.
"Damn it! Are you really a child?"
Milton compromised, "Don't touch anything here. I'll go get someone, or you can come with me."
"No, that's not necessary. I'll wait for you here."
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