"Several duplicates, what do you mean?" Jiang Yan glanced at Mo Jingsheng. "Clones?"
Mo Jingsheng's expression grew solemn. "Sort of, but according to human genome sequencing experts, they're called Mirror Life."
Mirror Life?
Jiang Yan looked utterly puzzled at this new scientific term.
But this wasn't the main point.
Jiang Yan confirmed once again, "You're certain they're all dead?"
"Yes. Both the original and duplicates' DNA were tested—completely deceased. We did manage to rescue some scientists, including a girl named Xueqian Meixue, who was related to Xue Miaomiao. She secretly helped us quite a bit before, but the girl ultimately died of a full-body viral mutation which caused her flesh to rot."
Jiang Yan: "…" That girl probably ended up as one of Xue Miaomiao's victims too.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced in her mind. "Back in Xiangcheng, I came across Xueqian Meixue. She was driving a magenta Mercedes-Benz, its interior covered in strange patterns.
