As soon as the legendary Mr. Good Luck entered the Night City, he was taken into the laboratory by Wu Qianying and arranged for blood drawing, physical examination, biological tissue sampling and other meeting gifts. When he came back, he was completely exhausted.
"He is still in good health, but he lacks exercise. It's best to let your people train him more." Wu Qianying looked at Carl Wilo with the eyes of a rare animal.
"I thought you would leave him in the lab, just like Chris." Tangji looked dusty. They had just moved the cash out of the car manually.
"Then maybe this place will catch fire tomorrow. He and Chris are completely different superhumans. Physically, he is just an ordinary person." Wu Qianying sighed, seeming to have given up on worrying about superhumans.
Classification.
"If you want to study Carl Wilo's abilities, you need philosophers and theologians. They are not scientists anyway. Any scientific researcher who believes in a materialistic worldview will be driven crazy by his behavior of tossing heads of a coin a hundred times in a row." Wu Qianyingji
The fast speed of her speech proved that she was not calm in her heart.
Carl Wille spread his hands innocently. He was not worried at all about being controlled for research. Because of his previous meeting with Tang Ji, he now had more trust in his abilities.
And since Carl Wilo himself didn't know how his abilities worked or how they worked, he could only continue to pursue his "inner mind" more intensely.
He left the sight of Tang Ji and Wu Qianying and wandered around the laboratory alone. Of course, in his words, this was called following his feelings.
Wu Qianying put her index finger on Tang Ji's lips, stopping Tang Ji from trying to stop him, and also raised Carl Wilo's visitor level to the highest level.
"Don't worry about him. There isn't much he can understand here. Luck cannot replace intelligence." Wu Qianying whispered in his ear: "He can't enter the area where Tang Anran is, don't worry."
"He is Mr. Good Luck." Tang Ji emphasized the power contained in this name. If anyone wants to question it, they can go to the basement and see the piles of cash.
"I have two good news and one bad news to tell you." Wu Qianying said to Tang Ji after Mr. Good Luck left the hall.
"The first good news is that Chris Cunningham's ability can indeed be used to directly freeze living biological tissues, and there will be no sequelae after thawing." Wu Qianying did not show Tang Ji the dozens of pages of Hou Da's research report.
Instead, I showed him a video.
In the video, a street boy wearing a leather jacket with bruises on his face had his hood pulled off by Wu Qianying. Judging from the tattoos, he should be a member of the Death Gang.
Tang Ji heard that since the last prison break, the shrewd 'little accountant' Els Benbieber had taken away the money and disappeared. The dead gang that had no money quickly fell apart, and its territory was occupied by several big men around it.
The gang was quickly engulfed.
Wu Qianying in the video handed the other party a contract and then explained something, but obviously the street boy's intelligence was not enough to discern the contents of the contract. He only knew that he was now alone in a room with a beautiful woman, and there was nothing better than this.
The plan is being held hostage.
But before the other party could turn his thoughts into action, Wu Qianying used a kick to KO the other party, then grabbed the street kid's hand and scrawledly signed the contract.
Then, Chrissie Cunningham appeared. Under the guidance of Wu Qianying, the girl continued to gather her strength. It only took a few seconds to freeze the street boy into an ice sculpture.
Wu Qianying checked the thickness and hardness of the ice shell with satisfaction, and then left the ice sculpture there. As the screen went dark, and then lit up again, Wu Qianying and Chrissy were still present.
But the date of the surveillance video showed that nine days had been skipped.
In the video, Chris seemed a little scared. She had never frozen someone for so long, and she was really worried that there would be a corpse inside after thawing.
But Wu Qianying was obviously much calmer. She patiently persuaded the girl for a while before Chris plucked up the courage to start the unfreezing process.
Tang Ji glanced at Wu Qianying, seemingly surprised by the tenderness she showed. Fortunately, Wu Qianying was standing in front of Tang Ji and didn't see this look.
The thawing process was much faster than the freezing process. Tang Ji felt that almost in the blink of an eye, the ice on the surface of the ice sculpture turned into water.
The results were astonishing. Tang Ji saw that the gangster street boy seemed completely unaware of the passage of time. He was still covering his crotch with his hands and rolling back and forth on the ground.
The video ended here. Wu Qianying looked at Tang Ji proudly: "Later, we also found cubs of different animals for testing. Chrissy can do it without causing any harm."
"I can't wait to know the second piece of good news." Tang Ji also had a smile on his face. He had indeed laughed more recently than before, but never as much as this time.
"Another good news is that if she doesn't cancel on her own initiative, under a suitable temperature environment, the condensed ice can be preserved for a long time." Wu Qianying took out a piece of ice from her pocket and handed it to Tang Ji: "
This is an ice cube made by Chris, and it may take more than forty-eight hours to completely melt at room temperature."
Seeing Tang Ji still acting like I'm waiting to hear the good news, you're talking to me about room temperature storage, Wu Qianying was furious.
"Okay, let me give you an example. In order to ensure a safe living environment, we built this laboratory. The construction cost is tens of millions, and the maintenance cost is about two million per month." Wu Qianying slammed the ice cube on the
Tang Ji's face: "And now, with it, the cost of maintaining a safe existence can be reduced to the level of running a small refrigerator. Do you understand?"
"I understand, but I'm not short of money now." Tang Ji understood what Wu Qianying meant, but he didn't like this woman's metaphor.
"We can't deceive ourselves anymore, Tang Ji." Wu Qianying sat on the chair and buried her face in her hands: "I tried my best, but I can't cure An Ran. This is not a problem that can be solved in a short time."
"Is this the bad news you said?" Tang Ji reached out and patted Wu Qianying on the shoulder. The relationship between him and Wu Qianying was very complicated.
There is no love between them, let alone friendship. If it weren't for Tang Anran's existence, there would be no point of intersection between him and her.
If we insist on talking about the relationship between them, it may be just a physical need for each other at first, then a little appreciation for each other, and then they use each other, and their interests are consistent.
Tang Ji felt that Wu Qianying was the smartest person he had ever met. Even if the word "smart" could be removed later, Wu Qianying was still one of the smartest people he trusted most.
Due to the continuous escalation of the enemy, Tang Ji often had to refer to Wu Qianying's ideas.
For Wu Qianying, Tang Ji is the man who gives people the most sense of security she has ever seen. She is worth tens of millions. Even if she does not count her family background, she can live a prosperous life just by earning patents.
But Wu Qianying knew that if something like Chrissy Cunningham happened to her, there would be only one person in the world who would resist all the pressure to find and save herself.
Sometimes Wu Qianying even thought that if there were no players, as time goes by, there might not be a spark called love between them.
But now, this smart woman knows very well that for them, love is too extravagant. This sentence also applies to everyone in this world who yearns for love.
The future that Wu Qianying can see is devastated and war-torn. People like Tang Ji are born to belong to that world, but sometimes he relies too much on instinct. Someone needs to plan for him so that the people around him can live better.
good.
"With Chris, we can transfer Anran to the Moonlight Gold." Wu Qianying quickly calmed down. She had never been a mother, but Tang Anran fulfilled all her fantasies about the role of mother.
If there is an angel baby in this world, his name must be Tang Anran. Except that he cannot hold him in his arms at any time, he has no shortcomings.
"We need a safer base, and the Moonlight Gold is obviously more suitable. Old Frederick has helped us prepare everything we need." Wu Qianying quickly called up the three-dimensional view of the Moonlight Gold: "Ellie
Ya is strengthening its network communication capabilities, and I plan to build a small standard-compliant real estate in it..."
"I'll interrupt you." Carl Wile turned back at some point and looked at Tang Ji and Wu Qianying with some embarrassment. At this time, Tang Ji's hand was resting on Wu Qianying's shoulder, and Wu Qianying leaned back because she raised her head.
In Tang Ji's arms.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, but I saw an acquaintance here, and I thought it would be best to tell you." Carl Wilo showed a shy smile, seeming a little uncomfortable interrupting the new boss's warm moment.
I feel sorry for myself.
...
...
"That's right, that's her." Carl Wille led Tang Ji and Wu Qianying through narrow corridors one after another, stopping in front of a protection room and pointing out through the small observation window.
Tang Ji looks.
"I remember a few months ago, she showed up in Las Vegas with seven or eight people. She went to and from various casinos every day, did not gamble, and even had a conflict with the casino security." Carl Wilo said with some emotion:
"At that time, I thought this girl was too hot. Unfortunately, my love luck was very good at that time. She left the casino before it was her turn."
"I didn't expect that after only a few months of separation, she would look like this." Carl Wile looked at the dull-looking and disheveled woman in the protection room and kept sighing.
Tang Ji thought for a while and then remembered that this woman was the 'body' he brought back from Night City Prison. Obviously Wu Qianying was unable to find any more clues from her.
At the time Mr. Good Luck said, the player's consciousness was stationed in this body at that time.
So... Tang Ji looked at Mr. Good Luck's face, which had no charm other than arrogance: "Have you ever considered that it was actually you they were looking for in Las Vegas?"
"Me?" Carl Wilo reacted belatedly: "You mean they also want me?"
"To be precise, I want to get your abilities." Tang Ji shook his head: "What I said before is all true. There is only one way for these players to obtain superhuman abilities, and that is to eat."
"Is it the kind of food I understand?" Carl Wilo shuddered. He seemed to be frightened by the imaginary picture. He suddenly cheered up and asked Tang Ji: "I want to start my meal now."
Job, what do you need me to do to win this war?"
As if he felt that his tone was not strong enough, Carl Wille said very seriously: "You can even let me walk naked in Times Square!"
Fortunately, Tang Ji doesn't need Mr. Good Luck to make such a big sacrifice. What he needs is Mr. Good Luck's luck, not his gluteus maximus.
Standing in an empty room, Tang Ji handed Mr. Good Luck a stack of information, some of which contained specific information about a certain superhuman, while others marked the location of a certain body warehouse.
"Just throw it directly into the sky?" Carl Wile looked at Tang Ji and Wu Qianying standing five meters away with some confusion, and confirmed again: "Isn't it a bit too childish?"
"Just throw it away!" Tang Ji shouted: "Then catch it with your eyes closed!"
This is the method he came up with, relying entirely on luck and testing probability.
This room has no air conditioning and no windows, which eliminates the interference of airflow. The only influencing factor is Mr. Good Luck himself.
After receiving Tang Ji's affirmation, Carl Wilo took a deep breath and threw the materials in his hands into the sky with a clatter, like a high school senior who had finished the college entrance examination.
Then he closed his eyes and spun around three times. Before losing his balance, his hands danced wildly and he grabbed two pieces of paper in the air by feeling.
"Have you ever considered the situation where he would be stupid enough to catch two?" Wu Qianying laughed. She was amused by these two people who were serious about making trouble.
Tang Ji, who was used to seeing the magic of Mr. Good Luck, walked over without changing his expression and took two pieces of information from Mr. Good Luck.
Facts have proved that Mr. Good Luck's method of use is correct. One of the two documents is about a superhuman named Nagagusa Shiro, and the other contains the location of a certain body base.
What the two have in common is that they are not only in Neon, but also in the same city. This is the choice of fate.
Tang Ji waved the information in his hand towards Wu Qianying, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
Wu Qianying started to search for information with some helplessness. Although she felt that this method was too childish, the facts proved that it was indeed effective.
Shiro Nagagusa, a famous cooking master of the bone bathing style in Oita. Information shows that he is suspected of having the ability to temporarily resurrect dead objects. He has repeatedly performed the strange phenomenon of making cooked food appear alive. There is already a neon sign.
The title of a prodigy in the culinary world.
But so far, Nagagusa Shiro has not officially responded to the question about whether he is a superhuman. This culinary master who became famous at a young age obviously wants to keep this attention.
The body warehouse is located in a semi-abandoned industrial area on the outskirts of Daban. There is definite evidence that half of Neon's bodies are stored there.