Xia Yuanfang said confidently, "It's okay. I've already modified the machine. I've improved the way it installs the brain-computer interface. There won't be any records on the Beichen Empire's side."
She had helped people modify this kind of machine before.
At that time, their technology was even more advanced than that of the Beichen Empire...
Xia Yuanfang almost fell into distant memories.
It was Xia Chujian who tugged at her mechanical arm and said, "Aunt, where are Qin Wanglan and the others' bodies?"
Xia Yuanfang took Xia Chujian to another secret room in the basement.
There is a spacious hall.
Eight translucent objects, each the size of a medical cabin, stood quietly in the middle of the hall.
This was the first time Xia Chujian saw this scene, and she was so shocked that she was speechless.
She remembered the gene cultivation factory run by the frog-like "Sirens" she had seen on the Green Star.
It's so rough, I thought it was some small sweatshop...
It’s different here with my aunt.
The cool hall shines with black technology, and the translucent rectangular cabinets are low-key yet exude a luxurious texture. Various instruments are spread throughout the hall, neatly arranged.
This is the culture dish of Qin Wanglan and the others’ bodies.
Above each culture dish, there is a virtual display screen that shows the real-time data changes of the environment inside the culture dish and human body growth.
Xia Chujian and Xia Yuanfang both put on a layer of sterile protective clothing over the mecha.
After entering, the doors are closed layer by layer, and the automatic sterilization equipment sprays again, striving to prevent a single bacteria from entering the hall.
Xia Chujian followed Xia Yuanfang in.
The soft light of the shadowless lamp falls from above.
Xia Chujian looked up and said, "Aunt, was this also made for you by Baili Xin?"
Xia Yuanfang nodded: "He is very smart. I only gave a general idea and he understood it."
"But he only remodeled the outside walls and the lobby."
"I modified all these devices myself."
She walked to a translucent petri dish, stopped and lowered her head.
Xia Chujian followed and couldn't see what was inside the petri dish.
The translucent texture of that thing, as if visible and yet invisible, added to the sense of mystery.
Xia Yuanfang walked to the other side of the hall and started operating a machine that looked like a chair.
Xia Chujian watched the whole process.
Xia Yuanfang, wearing sterile gloves, took out a small matchbox-like object from a drawer-like container.
Xia Chujian was curious: "Aunt, is this the chip in their brain-computer interface?"
Xia Yuanfang rolled her eyes at her and said, "Are you going to kill them by putting something this big in their heads?"
Xia Chujian laughed out loud: "Auntie is so humorous! I just ask when I don't understand!"
Xia Yuanfang raised the corner of his lips and said, "This is the outer box of the chip."
"The chip is inside."
As she spoke, she pressed a small bump on the box.
The lid of the box was opened, and Xia Chujian looked inside. There was nothing inside, completely empty.
Xia Chujian: “…”
"Auntie, is the chip lost?"
Xia Yuanfang couldn't help but laugh: "It's not lost. Just turn your mecha's eyepiece to microscope mode and you'll be able to see it."
Xia Chujian: “!!!”
"No way? How small can this thing be?!"
Xia Yuanfang said with a hint of pride, "Don't you know what the pinnacle of micro-carving is? There's a saying, 'One flower, one world; one leaf, one bodhi tree,' which describes this nano-level carving level."
"This chip, invisible to the naked eye, contains trillions of nanotubes."
Xia Chujian: “…”
This number was beyond her comprehension.
She didn't ask any more questions, as asking again would only bring humiliation upon herself.
She didn't care and had a surprisingly good attitude.
After all, the greatest asset that her years of being a poor student gave her was that she would never be criticized for her poor grades. She would be like a cat whose tail was stepped on, jumping up and down and cursing.
For her, if her grades weren't good, then so be it. It wasn't a big deal...
She is a poor student, is she proud of it?
Xia Chujian was trying to find a way to cheer himself up when he saw Xia Yuanfang put the matchbox-like object into a groove on the top of the seat machine.
Then, Xia Yuanfang walked to the translucent rectangular culture dish closest to her and fiddled with the virtual display screen above the culture dish.
One side of the petri dish opened and a stretcher slid out.
There was a person lying on the stretcher, a man.
He is about 1.85 meters tall, not particularly tall.
The most interesting thing is that he is wearing a layer of shark skin-like clothes that fits perfectly to his skin, like his second skin.
The stretcher slid out of the translucent petri dish and moved automatically to the seat machine next to Xia Yuanfang.
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