The screen in the secret room seemed a little old and emitted a green light.

The man with wires all over his head looked eerie and scary.

The maid, Niya, was already frightened out of her wits.

But before she could climb up the stairs, she was overwhelmed by a group of people rushing down the stairs.

Led by a middle-aged butler, behind him was a group of men and women in suits.

Niya hid in the crowd in fear. She knew that these people often came in and out of the castle and were all wealthy bosses from the outside world.

But when these people rushed to the bottom of the basement, they all stopped, froze, and dared not make a sound.

Only the man with a head full of lines was still chewing the beef slowly, and a slight squeezing sound could be heard between his teeth.

The middle-aged butler stood in front of the crowd, staring.

Although he received an electronic notification that the door was opened, he still looked at the scene in disbelief.

9 years.

The young master, who was hailed as the teenage genius of the century, locked himself in this basement and never left the room.

Even on the day when the master and the mistress died.

But the family did not fall into desolation because of this. The invention patents that the young master handed out through the crack in the door increased the family's assets thousands of times, and the industry spread all over the world.

The butler still remembers.

Nine years ago, the young master ordered himself to build this basement, which contained 30 of the most advanced computers at the time and an uninterrupted power supply.

But unexpectedly, the young master cut off all network connections.

At that time, the young master had already opened up the brain-computer interface. In his words, these computers did not need to connect to the world, they only needed to expand their own brains.

He needs computing speed and physical storage space.

Thinking is needed, not information.

because.

He wants to think about a problem and find the answer to it.

During this time, anyone who tried to check on him would be driven away by his rage.

There is also a rumor in the family that the master and the mistress died in his hands because the young master felt that family affection was a burden and was annoying.

Of course, there is no evidence for any of this.

The middle-aged butler looked back.

The computers in the room have been repaired and disassembled many times, and their metal parts are rusted. Many machines need the help of motherboards welded to the outside to operate normally.

Many monitors are also lacking in color, and some screens are even flickering intermittently and may become scrapped at any time.

The butler swallowed slightly.

These computers are products of the Pentium processor era. Nowadays, even junk collectors are unwilling to take the effort to move them.

The middle-aged butler's gaze was fixed on his young master.

"12312!"

The butler counted silently in his mind, and then astonishment slowly appeared in his eyes.

Before the young master was locked up, he only had 4 brain-computer interfaces! And this was a surgery performed by the most famous neurologist in Europe at the time, which took two years to complete. The surgeon at the time also said - your young master is simply crazy! With such an operation, he could die at any time! And now! The young master has 12 interfaces on his head! The housekeeper's pupils trembled slightly.

The young master has never walked out of this basement!

No one has ever entered! Could it be the young master himself? However, the things in the basement were arranged by himself. There are no medical facilities or medicines! The housekeeper narrowed his eyes and looked at the brain interface of the bald man.

However, I saw that there were many tiny scars around those excuses, crisscrossing each other, and they had already healed.

This seems to be the result of constant experimentation.

He also saw a large ball of gauze and a polished table knife scattered deep in the basement. The blood on the knife had been dried for who knows how long.

The housekeeper felt a chill in his heart.

The young master did all this by himself.

There's not even any anesthetic in this room!

The butler's throat rolled, and he said in awe: "Master Er, what are you thinking about today?"

The bald man didn't say anything, he just chewed the beef and stared at the newspaper on the ground.

The butler's expression changed, and he asked again: "Master, have you figured out the problem in your mind?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The bald man still didn't speak.

The middle-aged butler and the suited figures around him looked at each other.

These people all looked awed and overwhelmed.

They are where they are today, worth billions and running businesses, all thanks to the bald man known as Master Huoer. One of his inventions created a business empire.

Now, the young master even ignores his closest personal butler.

How dare I make myself look bad?

The middle-aged butler had served the young master for many years and knew him well. He noticed that the young master was always staring at the newspaper.

The butler knew clearly that he had been afraid that the young master would lose touch with reality for the past nine years, so he secretly added a copy of the day's newspaper to the plate, but the young master still seemed to be a little resistant and the newspapers were always left unopened.

But this time, the young master's eyes did not leave.

The butler's expression changed. "Master, are you interested in the news? The company is called Creator, and their product is called..."

But at this moment, the man named Huoer slowly stood up.

Dozens of screens behind him flashed, and a row of green fonts scrolled out: "I don't care, I don't care."

Swish! Swish! The wires on the head fell off one after another, leaving only the last one. This wire was connected to a modified screen, which was very thin and only the size of a book.

He hung the screen on his chest.

He threw the half-eaten steak in his hand onto the newspaper with a smack, and then ran over it with his foot.

Another line of green text appeared on the screen on his chest. "The drone is disguised, or the picture is modified. That's all. A liar trying to attract attention."

He actually walked out of the basement.

After facing the stairs, he slowly turned back, and green words appeared on the screen on his chest, "I have figured out everything. There is no doubt that I am living like a zombie, so go out and take a look."

Including the middle-aged butler, all the men in black suits immediately followed the young master and ran towards the ground in fear!

The maid named Niya was ignored and stayed at the scene.

Suddenly, she smelled blood.

Subconsciously, I looked into the young master's basement.

But deep in the room, in the dim light, there seemed to be an operating table, and the maid Li Si, who had suddenly disappeared before, died suddenly in it, her skull was cut open, and her brain was full of various wires!

Niya rolled her eyes and fainted!