After a moment, he pursed his lips.
"Hello, Miss Mizutani."
"Hello, Dean Jiang."
She calmly pointed out Jiang Cheng's identity, which was not surprising. She hadn't been reading the morning newspapers for nothing; since Jiang Cheng was promoted internationally, his name had appeared in the newspapers countless times.
Jiang Cheng gathered his thoughts and began to speak.
"I'm here today because I need your cooperation on some matters concerning the brain simulation project. China wants to develop a quantum computer that can mimic the structure of the brain. You can become the host and connect to it via a conduit. The process will take about an hour, and the entire project will take no more than three weeks."
"I refuse." She parted her lips slightly and uttered those three words softly.
“You can ask for something. I know Miss Mizutani doesn’t do things without a profit.”
"No, I don't want anything. There's nothing in this world that I can stand anymore. My life is good now, at least I'm still alive."
"Even if we grant her some freedom?" Jiang Cheng had already considered this before coming. For prisoners, the thing they lack most is freedom. Of course, China would not release her to harm humanity, but it could give her some opportunities to accept other things during the simulated brain project.
This could be proposed by her, and the authorities could consider it.
"Freedom is of no use to me. Even if you let me out, I won't do anything. Dean Jiang should know that as soon as I step out of this prison, death awaits me. China is my sanctuary. I will die in this circular prison. Forget about it."
Immediately afterwards, Yumi Mizuniwa claimed that she was tired and asked the special police to take her back to rest.
The entire process was efficient and straightforward, and she did not attempt to change Jiang Cheng's mindset in any way to achieve other goals.
Jiangcheng is a piece of steel.
She was too.
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Night, a night in the Northwest.
A rest room provided by the circular prison in an oasis in the Gobi Desert.
Jiang Cheng stood on the rooftop terrace, gazing at the sky. The sky here was different from that in the city; it was more open and clearer.
The wind blowing was dry and cold, and the temperature difference between day and night was extreme.
This was a few hours after Jiang Cheng and Mizutani Yumi's conversation, which clearly ended in failure, with the other party rejecting the request.
What stirred Jiang Cheng's emotions was not her rejection, but the sense of familiarity she evoked.
The information he had read on the way here was now replaying in his mind, and he was repeating it over and over again.
Yumi Mizuniwa, 38 years old...
He has been involved in numerous high-profile international crimes.
Born in Japan, she moved to Lanling, China, and is of German nationality.
All these coincidences come together to form a given fact. No matter how hard it is to believe, it is the truth, a truth that is not accepted by people.
The age matches, the time matches, and the appearance matches.
It's important to know that Luo Xiaoli lost her parents when she was around three years old and was adopted from an orphanage by her aunt and uncle. When asked about her past, Xiaoli only remembered bits and pieces. She had a very happy family; her parents were very loving, and she seemed to live in a sweet paradise.
When asked about more specific details, she couldn't remember.
There is no such coincidence in the world. People who look exactly alike have no connection whatsoever. Who can believe that?
Moreover, in that instant when Mizutani Yumiri touched her sideburns, Jiang Cheng seemed to see Luo Xiaoli through her. There was no doubt about it; the overwhelming sense of familiarity was so strong that even their habits were exactly the same.
Yumi Mizutani, a wanted criminal who has committed countless crimes, might be his mother-in-law...
Jiang Cheng suddenly recalled something that had happened a few days ago.
He returned home, took a shower, and came out of the bathroom. In the room where the two of them had rested, there was a sketch of a castle-like building with a solemn beauty.
Jiang Cheng asked Xiao Li which country's architecture this was. Xiao Li said that she just drew it randomly, placing the pen on the white paper and slowly sketching it out.
On the terrace of the circular prison, he hesitated for a moment, then picked up his phone and looked up German architectural styles. Dozens of pictures crowded his eyes: solemn castles with strong lines, arched entrances, symmetrical windows, and sharp, pointed tips on the domes.
That painting, much like German architectural style, is instantly recognizable.
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body. This terrifying fact made him panic. His breathing became rapid, and he held his forehead as an unusual emotion began to spread in his heart.
No way...
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