What on earth is there in Xidu that is worthy of the mysterious president of the Hermit Society to specifically mention it to them?
The development of the subway in Xidu has been stopped... What does it mean?
"Alas." Zhang Jiyuan half-dropped his eyelids, "I haven't calculated anything yet."
"If there is any news here, I will inform you immediately."
"Don't do that!"
Guan Bo quickly stopped him, his face full of disapproval.
"Master, you've consumed too much energy today. The doctor just told you that you shouldn't use spiritual energy for divination in the near future."
"This matter is a test for our country, China. We cannot rely on you alone."
"Leave the rest to us."
Only after finally dispelling Master Zhang's irrational thoughts did Guan Bo go out with peace of mind.
But he was also in trouble.
What exactly did the president mean by that?
Could it be that the focus is not on Xidu, but on the things inside Xidu?
What caused the subway construction to be suspended... was the mining of ancient tombs!
But they have been keeping an eye on the ancient tomb in Xidu for the past two months, but have found nothing.
Do we need to expand the scope?
Is it the ancient tombs of the whole of China? Or is it the subways of the whole of China?
Or should the construction of other means of transportation also be included?
Guan Bo walked on the road with an expressionless face, but the thoughts in his mind became more and more outrageous.
…
In the Genetic Research Institute in America, far away on the other side of the blue planet.
The silver-white ceiling is so dazzling that it hurts the eyes.
Perhaps, all research institutes are like this.
It was so cold that it seemed as if one’s soul was completely frozen.
Fiennes lay on the white operating table, using only half of his remaining brain, thinking hard.
His bloodshot eyeballs were wide open, as if they would fall out of their sockets at any second.
His skin had the pale blue color of a dead person, and there were suture marks all over his body.
He looked like a rag doll that had been taken apart and sewn together countless times, with distorted textures at the joints of the flesh.
Fiennes's chest barely rose or fell.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, the living dead should not breathe.
He regretted it in his heart for the umpteenth time.
I regret why I didn’t die in the Gregadi Alliance, but died in Renchu Town!
I regret why I came back and walked into this trap!
This quiet moment was soon broken by the sound of people walking at the door.
There were also words of greeting between them, and the whole atmosphere was full of joy.
The inside and outside of the door seemed to be divided into two worlds.
Inside the door is a desperate hell, outside the door is a warm world.
"Good morning, Dr. Sidney."
"Well, have a nice Monday."
When he heard the name, Fiennes' body trembled violently and his fingers shook.
This is a conditioned reflex of the body and he can't control it.
“Swish!”
The door of the laboratory was opened, and a white man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in, followed by several assistants.
Although he knew what he was going to do next, Fiennes couldn't help but feel timid.
His eyes moved slowly, looking at the people coming in.
They were wearing spotless white coats, like doctors ready to treat and save lives.
But in Fiennes' eyes, they are all executioners and man-eating devils!
He is a "fake person" who has long lost his conscience!
"Um?"
Sidney, who was putting on a second layer of disposable gloves, turned his head and noticed Fiennes's little movement.
He put on the mask with one hand and walked to the operating table to observe carefully.
"001 seems to be in good condition today?"
The female assistant with long burgundy hair next to her hurried over to check, and then scribbled something on the recording board.
"It seems the muscle relaxant I injected into No. 1 yesterday worked, but... the effect was just that No. 1 couldn't close his eyelids?"
“That’s quite a breakthrough.”
Sidney didn't mind. "Continue researching the relaxant from yesterday and see if we can paralyze No. 1's body in a specific area."
As soon as he sat down, someone came over with an operating cart.
Sidney picked up two long, thin scalpels and pried open the sutures on Fiennes' belly.
While picking, he instructed the assistant beside him:
"001's self-healing ability is getting worse. Compared to last time, it's been reduced by about 10%. Record this."
“Okay, okay!”
The female assistant answered nervously, the tip of the pen moving across the paper, making a rustling sound.
The other assistants stood aside in silence.
Some follow up by recording other information.
Some came to Fiennes's significant other to check on his latest health.
Their movements were so gentle, Sidney's were even aesthetically pleasing.
If you ignore Fiennes lying on the operating table.
And the pungent smell of chemicals, blood, and rotten water in the air.
This is a harmonious and beautiful painting.
Sidney threw the selected cotton thread into the waste chute of the operating cart.
His eyes were still fixed on the torn flesh on the operating table.
"001's blood production is also decreasing..."
Halfway through his words, the smile on his lips suddenly disappeared, and his eyes behind the lenses were cold.
"What's going on? Where are 001's two kidneys?"
The sound was neither loud nor soft, but it frightened all the assistants so much that they trembled all over.
No matter how humble and gentle the director is usually, once he gets angry.
The consequences are not something they can afford.
"It's Group 3!"
The female assistant held the clipboard and lowered her head to swallow.
"Group 3 applied for the use of liver No. 1 last week and may have forgotten to return it."
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