After visiting Rong Jin's laboratory, Yan Muhuai gave No. 35 to him for research.

The main reason was that Thirty-Five couldn't walk when he saw those supercomputers. When Yan Muhuai said goodbye to it, it didn't even bother to say goodbye.

Yan Muhuai handed Thirty-Five to Rong Jin with confidence, but Ming Fei was a little worried.

"Mr. Yan, aren't you really worried that the boss will kill Sanshiwu?" Ming Fei felt that Rong Jin's eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at Sanshiwu.

"If you are so worried, why don't you go ask your boss for it back?" When they left, Rong Jin stayed in the laboratory and did not leave with them.

Ming Fei immediately shook his head, "Forget it, I'd rather die than let my friend die. It won't make me go against the boss."

They were in a hurry to leave because Director Gao Yuan was impressed by Yan Muhuai's acting skills and was planning to give him a role in a new play, so he asked them to come over and take a look.

In the laboratory, Rong Jin asked Sanshiwu to connect its data to the supercomputer.

While Sanshiwu was operating on the side, Rong Jin sat down on the sofa in the rest area and used the evil spirit to set up the formation.

If Yan Muhuai were here, he would be able to tell at a glance that the formation Rong Jin was drawing was the same one he had drawn once in Rong Yu's room, the Yin-Yang Master-Servant Contract.

However, he couldn't draw the formation directly yet. Not only would it consume a huge amount of energy, but the formation was also extremely complicated. Rong Jin had only seen it once and memorized the general idea. Moreover, he had to modify it while drawing it, changing the contract that could only be signed by humans and ghosts into one that could be signed between humans.

He had been drawing this formation without telling Yan Muhuai these days. In order to concentrate on his research, he deliberately withheld thirty-five points, which would temporarily dispel Yan Muhuai's suspicion.

Thirty-five found a strange set of data on the computer. He turned around to ask Rong Jin, and saw that he had drawn more than half of the formation.

After Rong Jin recognized Yan Muhuai, he dismissed the technical staff in the laboratory. Now there are only the data obtained from previous research, and no outsiders.

"What are you doing?" Thirty-five jumped down from the computer and ran over to Rong Jin with the arrogance of someone who had found something bad about him. "Are you practicing some evil technique? I'm going to tell the host!"

Only after it finished roaring did it go to look at the formation drawn by Rong Jin.

Rong Jin was now concentrating on describing the formation patterns with evil spirit and had no time to pay attention to Thirty-five.

"Huh? This formation looks familiar..." Thirty-five studied it for a while, frantically extracting data from its memory bank. Finally, it suddenly dawned on him, "You wicked creature, why did you draw this formation? Are you planning to raise a ghost servant too?"

After asking thirty-five questions, he compared the formation drawn by Rong Jin with the one in his mind and found that the details seemed to be different.

"Hey, you drew it wrong here." It found the discrepancy and couldn't help but point it out to Rong Jin.

The rapid depletion of his strength made Rong Jin's face pale. He stopped and let the half-drawn formation pattern appear in front of him. "Do you still remember this formation?"

Thirty-five crossed his chubby waist and said, "I remember everything I've seen. Even if it's not in my head, it's in the database. If you want to see it, just pull it up."

After saying that, it stared at Rong Jin, waiting to be praised by him.

But it was wrong. Rong Jin was not as gentle as Ming Fei and Yan Muhuai.

"Project it out and let me see." Rong Jin was only concerned about the formation.

Thirty-five pointed at him, "You're such a nuisance!"

Although he was angry, Sanshiwu still didn't dare to disobey. He felt that Rong Jin had an inexplicable suppressive power over him. He only dared to talk badly to him but didn't dare to really confront him.

It obediently projected the formation pattern and let Rong Jin make the comparison himself.

"What exactly do you want to do? If the host finds out, he will beat you up." Thirty-five saw Rong Jin's ugly face. Even drawing this formation was very harmful to Rong Jin, not to mention that he wanted to use this formation.

To put it bluntly, Rong Jin is courting death.

Thirty-five suddenly narrowed his eyes. "You left me here just to force me to go along with you? Rong Jin, you're so vicious!"

Rong Jin let it perform a one-man show beside him without even giving it a glance.

Thirty-five spoke for a while but received no response, and he could not continue. When he turned around to continue transmitting data, he saw the string of red data on the supercomputer screen again, and then he remembered his previous question.

"By the way, what is the data on that supercomputer? It seems to have nothing to do with the time-travel data you are researching. Could it be a virus?" Thirty-five was a little worried that he might have been infected with the virus.

But then he thought, it won't live much longer, so why should he be afraid of a virus? What virus could be more toxic than the self-destruct program installed by the Lord God?

Rong Jin carefully looked at the original formation projection given by Sanshiwu, and knew where his current problem was, so he put it away. He finally paid attention to the question asked by Sanshiwu.

"It's not a virus." Rong Jin walked to the supercomputer and took a look at the data. "But it's not data developed in my laboratory either."

"Ah? Where did that come from?" Thirty-Five raised his voice.

Rong Jin tapped the keyboard with his slender fingers, creating a program to decompose the data, but failed.

Thirty-five was so shocked by Rong Jin's skillful computer operation that he didn't even have time to laugh at him.

"You really can do it? I thought you just asked someone to help you research it." Thirty-five's opinion of Rong Jin changed a little.

In its eyes, men who understand programming are the most handsome.

But that was before it met Yan Muhuai. Now, in its heart, Rong Jin can barely be considered the second most handsome.

"Your data should be more advanced than that of a supercomputer?" Rong Jin asked Thirty-Five while looking at the computer screen.

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