The Forever Happy Bird——Julian Mendoza12
There are so few people, No. 12, No. 19, No. 88...
I won't ask my brother where they went anymore.
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"This has nothing to do with Rex's brain lab," Mason's keyboarding had become a fixed transition animation, "based on the current situation."
Alvin stood behind him. Although the thick curtains were drawn, the room was not dim at all. Rather, it was surprisingly bright. The red-haired researcher clicked on the tablet in his hand. The brain model on the screen was enlarged as he moved, and several labels lit up. "Arts told me," he pushed up his glasses to hide the cold emotion in his eyes, "This has nothing to do with them."
"It's another wave of malice."
Today's dinner is Italian pita bread, which is full of bacon and salad when you take a bite. Zhu Fu Jingguang's cooking skills are very good. Julian can't even lift his head while eating. It may also be because every time Julian wants to open his mouth to ask about the case, Zhu Fu Jingguang will stuff his mouth with something to force him to mute.
What kind of person is this child? Zhu Fu Jingguang vaguely felt that something was wrong. It was normal for a 9-year-old child to be ignorant of the immensity of the world. Boys had their own way of understanding the world. Julian was not a naughty child. On the contrary, he was cheerful, well-behaved, considerate of others, and had intelligence and abilities that surpassed his peers. But at the same time, some things seemed too weird. Think about it, Shirley, who was raised in the organization since she was a child, was so mature that she seemed to have skipped her childhood, while Julian was so healthy that he seemed to have grown up in an ordinary family without any haze.
Also, from the time he met Julian till now, he has never seen this child...
"Hey, Scotland," Julian finally finished his meal and was slumped in his chair with a satisfied look on his face, his round belly bulging out, like an otter floating on the water. His cell phone was vibrating in his pocket, so he took it out and read the message on it, "I'm going to the lab tomorrow, you take me there."
Zhu Fu Jingguang wiped the table with an imperceptible pause, "Kelver's request?" The undercover's brain was working fast. The organization's laboratory was a forbidden area that even codename members could hardly enter. More than half a century of darkness had marinated there. Ten undercovers could not find one who could touch the edge. Zhu Fu Jingguang naturally knew the risks, but he was willing to take them.
"Is it okay for me to go?" The cat-eyed young man slowed down his tone, intending to coax more information out of the child, the more assurances the better, "Didn't your brother always take you there before?"
Julian yawned. Children tend to get sleepy when they are full. Plus, he played a lot today and was really tired. "It's okay..." His bright red eyes were half open and half closed, and his eyelids began to feel heavy. "Yes... Uncle Mescal said you can join your brother..."
"You haven't washed yet," Zhu Fujingguang reluctantly dragged the child to the bathroom. You can take a bath in the morning, but you can't not brush your teeth. He squeezed the toothpaste, and Julian took it with his eyes closed, and put it directly into his mouth and brushed it randomly. His skilled cooperation showed that this was definitely not the first time he did it, "Mescal?"
"Well... Scotland, you'll find out tomorrow. Uncle Mescal said..."
An undercover agent lurking in the Neon Public Security Organization sent a message.
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