Chapter 3 (Catching Bugs)

"The physical signs are normal... How many times has the boss' illness recurred?"

"The data I got from Blue Scorpion... I warned you to pay attention to the boss's body..."

When Shen Jian woke up, his brain was still groggy, but he subconsciously suppressed his blinking reflex and focused on analyzing the two sentences he heard.

He fainted because of the original owner's illness, wasn't he exposed? That's fine.

Wait, what disease did the original owner have?

"Boss, are you awake? Because you suddenly fainted, I checked you without authorization..."

Shen Jian silently opened his eyes, glanced at his fingers that were curled up uncontrollably, and saw several rows of numbered iron cabinets. With his years of experience, Shen Jian bet that they were corpse refrigerators. So this was the autopsy room, and he was lying on the autopsy table!

Shen Jian’s eyes went dark and he quickly stood up.

A red-haired man with a pigtail tied up in a bun stood at the perfect position. He was also wearing a black robe, and his blue eyes showed some fatigue after sorting out the medical records. "I'm sorry to say so much, but, Boss, please take care of your health in the future."

Standing next to him were Shen Xiuzhu and a teenage boy, who was also wearing a black robe and timidly pulling at the hem of the red-haired man's clothes.

"The last time you had an attack you were already..." The man frowned and sighed deeply.

Shen Jian nodded slowly, but he felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, and he wanted to shake the red-haired man to make him speak clearly.

He didn't want to get sick, did he? But he didn't even know what the conditions were for getting sick, and he didn't even know what the disease was or how it happened.

Damn it, why is it so hard for him to live?

Shen Jian put the matter of finding out the symptoms as the highest priority, then raised his head, looked at the three silent people, and focused on the child.

"He said he was the main person in charge of the Fire Seed Project." Shen Xiuzhu noticed Shen Jian's gaze and immediately lowered his voice to answer, "The first focus to be fought for in tomorrow's meeting."

"Chen Lanhe met him on the road, and he asked for help from Wuyin Tower. After confirming that he was not in danger, Chen Lanhe brought him in."

The child lifted his hat, his silver hair falling smoothly, his hands clutching his cape, "Sir... the Southern War Zone sent people to hunt me down."

"Tell me." Shen Jian said, standing up and walking towards the child.

He didn't know what the Fire Plan was, and he would die if he didn't take the opportunity to get some information.

The three of them gave up their seats, and Shen Xiuzhu opened the door first, obviously letting Shen Jian go out first.

Shen Jian: …

He just wanted to get closer so he could talk to me. But we could talk while walking, so forget it.

Shen Jian walked calmly through the gazes of the three people, secretly thanking himself for having just looked at the route map of the Wuyan Tower.

The corridor outside the door was still decorated with high-hanging dark red curtains and thick Persian floors. If it weren’t for the white clouds floating outside the dome high-pressure window, Shen Jian would have even thought he was still on the ground.

It doesn't look like a laboratory at all, and there is no one walking around. However, the boss's residence is on the top floor of the Wuyan Tower, so maybe this floor is the only one that is so quiet.

The silver-haired child kept his eyes closed and pulled Shen Lanhe's cloak, staggering: "Sir, you know, many research laboratories are fighting for the spark. They took away the chip, but the most important thing is in my brain."

"What's your name?" Shen Jian glanced at him sideways, paused, and asked again, "Can't you see?"

"...I can see it with the help of instruments, but I lost it." He said, clutching the corner of Shen Lanhe's clothes, "I, I don't have a name."

After these words came out, Shen Xiuzhu and Shen Lanhe looked at the boy almost at the same time, but did not speak.

Maybe they really don't have one, or maybe they have just given it up. In any case, in the industry, when a researcher tells the leader of an organization that he or she has no name, it means that he or she has made up his or her mind to sell himself or herself to the leader. A researcher who lives in a laboratory and signs a minimum contract of a hundred years certainly does not need a name.

Shen Lanhe felt a little amused at his premature attempt; he had thought the kid should be more cautious.

The boss is a well-known kind person in a sense, but he is not a philanthropist. How could he accept a researcher who has not yet demonstrated his value?

"There has to be a name." Shen Jian really refused, stretched out his hand, and gently placed it on the child's shoulder, "Temporary, it's okay."

"Then sir, please call me Yun." He turned his head and looked at the clouds outside the window with sad eyes. "Sir, I am alone and have already entered the Wuyan Tower."

Therefore, if Shen Jian did not accept him, he would not be able to walk out of the Wuyan Tower alive.

Shen Jian understood his subconscious meaning this time… He really didn’t understand why Yun said he had no name just now.

"Well, maybe you need to show it?" Shen Jian suggested gently.

“If you need it.” Yun said this, loosened the corner of Shen Lanhe’s clothes, clenched his fists, took two deep breaths with difficulty, and spoke with a kind of determination that Shen Jian did not understand: “…Solomon, we are safe.”

The sound of electricity passed by, and a cold mechanical synthesized voice suddenly sounded in the corridor, "Thank you for your notice. However, you seem to be panicked."

What is this? An artificial intelligence that can hack into the network system? The network of the Wuyan Tower has collapsed?

Shen Jian slightly widened his eyes, and his vision blurred.

The next second, he saw Shen Lanhe holding his sword against Yun's neck, and Shen Xiuzhu raised his hand to block him, and both of them looked as cold as ice.

The ordinary person Shen Jian, who had no time to react, looked away silently: “OFF.”

The lights in the corridor went out in response to the voice command of the supreme leader, and all the electrical equipment on the top floor of the Wuyan Tower tripped. Solomon's electric light flickered unwillingly and went out quietly.

Shen Jian was once again thankful that he had just found all the information about the headquarters in the bedroom.

"Solomon is connected to the world network, not your private network. He can travel anywhere with electricity. He is only two months old and has no home yet. The control panel wants to lock him in a dark room..."

Yun's logic gradually became confused. "Besides, the outside world still doesn't know that I, who was in charge of the plan, have already run away. In their opinion, Solomon is still in control..."

I see. That would indeed be beneficial to Wu Yan Tower’s negotiations at the Spire Conference.

Shen Jian seemed to be thinking about something.

"I hope, I hope that you can give him a home, and I can transfer all his authority to you. He is very useful, and he can see a lot of things." Yun closed his eyes, lowered his head, and his voice was filled with tears.

Shen Jian thought for a while and motioned Shen Xiuzhu to move aside.

Shen Xiuzhu frowned, and wanted to speak but swallowed it back: "Be careful."

Chen Jian knew that the technology held by [Control Panel] was information-related. They started out by selling intelligence, and there was some overlap in function with the image monitoring of the Wuyan Tower.

According to what the kid just said, the Southern Military District is hunting him, so the Southern District and the Manipulator should be in the same camp, and the so-called Spark Plan was also proposed by the Manipulator.

Shen Jian gently placed his fingers on Shen Lanhe's sword: "Why did you choose Wuyan Tower?"

Are you part of his "accidental" journey? Are you a pawn in the original Wuyan Tower boss's plan? Do you want to stop him from surviving?

Shen Jian's eyes were gentle, as if he was not holding a sword in his hand.

The silver-haired child was silent for a while, then slowly spoke: "The only tower that has not had any news about forcing researchers to sign an indefinite contract is Wu Yan Tower."

Shen Lanhe sneered and threatened deliberately: "You are wrong. The boss wants the researcher to live in the laboratory for 25 hours."

Yun's body trembled, and a trail of blood immediately meandered along the sharp blade.

Shen Jian cried out innocence and subconsciously moved the sword away.

"Lan He, don't scare the child." He said dryly.

There is really no need to play the good cop and the bad cop for this kid. Aren’t research geniuses all useless in life? The same is certainly true for interpersonal relationships.

After Shen Jian pondered this, he took back the sword and handed it to Shen Lanhe.

Of course he knew that the cloud was not completely trustworthy. If the Solomon intelligent body could be built in the Tower of No Annihilation, it would be highly uncontrollable. But didn't this mean that the Tower of No Annihilation had another loophole?

He is one step closer to his dream of destroying the Wuyan Tower!!

"You ran away by yourself, right? You can stay in the Wuyan Tower first. Solomon..." Chen Jian paused, "Home?"

Yun said, "It would take a lot of money to build a supercomputer to store all his data."

"It's not important. I can set it up for you... Sorry, which lab is yours at the console?"

Yun fluttered her eyelashes nervously, "Three rooms, sir."

"Then we can transfer the data now. We have nine databases."

Actually, there are nineteen.

Shen Jian took Yun's hand, turned a corner, figured out the direction, walked along the route he remembered, and stopped.

He chuckled and pointed to the door marked Network Hub. "Now, transfer it to me."

Shen Xiuzhu, who had been following behind him without saying a word, suddenly spoke: “Boss…”

"It's okay, Qingzhu." Shen Jian tilted his head and smiled gently, "Lanhe is the same, don't worry."

Shen Jian's conscience actually hurt a little when he said this. He felt that he was threatening the child and forcing the child to hand over his most beloved treasure to him.

Yun suddenly opened his empty eyes, his tone full of surprise: "Really? Sir, sir, can I transfer? Do you trust me?"

Shen Jian:?

Yun trembled as he followed Shen Jian's hand to open the door, "Thank you, thank you sir, thank you, I will work for you, I am willing to stay in the laboratory for twenty-five hours..."

"That's not necessary." Shen Jian responded with difficulty, finally realizing that the meaning of transferring data was different from what he had imagined.

He turned around, but saw something like "I worried for nothing, the boss has conquered another genius" on the expressions of the two people behind him.

Shen Jian: …

So, the data transfer means he accepted the kid, right? He got it right by accident?

Shen Jian thought desperately.

Chen Lanhe took out a pair of glasses and handed them to Yun. After he put them on, he rushed into the room like the wind and leaned over the operating panel to type in the code.

"...Did he lose the instrument he used to see things?" Shen Jian turned his gaze to Shen Lanhe.

Shen Lanhe shrugged: “I just found it.”

Shen Xiuzhu leaned against the wall, watching his colleagues' jokes with a smile.

"Well, I did it for the boss's safety." Shen Lanhe said reluctantly under the gaze of the two, "At least I didn't teach him to say that."

Shen Jian: “…”

Chen Lanhe paused, livened up the atmosphere, and quickly changed the subject: "Can I go with you to this meeting? The escort team is still short of a chief medical officer, and your body can't stand any more stress."

Shen Xiuzhu glanced at him and said, “Your face now is that of the leader of the Blue Scorpion.”

"Just change your face." Chen Lanhe said casually, "Boss?"

Shen Jian nodded.

He was also worried about his life, so he had to bring a doctor.

"Quantum teleportation is expected to take place at ten o'clock tonight, Boss. It's about eleven o'clock now, so the kid should be able to complete the transfer before then."

Shen Xiuzhu’s voice gradually became low: “…After I hand over the medieval affairs, I will go to the military area. Xu Yinmo is already in the laboratory.”

At ten o'clock that night, Shen Jian, with Solomon's authority and a blank mind, boarded the shuttle to the Spire Conference.

He was not sure if he could hide it from so many big guys, and he didn't even know the original owner's behavioral patterns when interacting with them.

A dozen senior officials stood outside respectfully, "I wish you good luck in military affairs, boss."

"And, congratulations on still being the host of this opening ceremony."

Shen Jian: Yes. I will be the first to speak...

Shen Jian: Hmm? I am still the first to speak at the beginning?