Lu Xixin was checking something in a separate laboratory nearby.
Image data on the day my grandfather suffered a heart attack.
They are all taken through satellites. Currently, the storage space of [Eye of the Sky] is not that large. Those unimportant data will be overwritten continuously, once a month.
With two taps of his fingertips on the keyboard, he instantly recalled Grandpa's route of action that day.
I went to the park to exercise in the morning and then went home. I got sick in the afternoon...nothing unusual.
Lu Xixin narrowed her beautiful phoenix eyes, tapped her fingertips a few times, and recalled Bai Zhi's route of action that day.
Buy breakfast, go to the hospital, come back at noon...
Something is wrong here!
His eyebrows suddenly tightened, his fingers flew on the keyboard, and the picture on the display screen changed rapidly, like a dazzling shadow, changing into dozens of shapes almost every second.
"Dang-dang-dang..." A dry and crisp knock on the door sounded.
Lu Xixin turned a deaf ear, as if she hadn't heard anything, with an expressionless face.
The knocking on the door was very insistent, and he kept knocking again and harder.
Who is coming over at this time?
Lu Xixin stopped her movements, frowned slightly, and as she kicked her toes, the rolling chair next to her slammed into the door, with the handle hooked on the back of the chair.
——The door is open!
A handsome and tall figure emerged, it was Xu Xiuyan.
"Teacher Lu." Xu Xiuyan nodded politely to show respect, then raised his eyes and looked inside.
There is a woman sitting in the laboratory. She is very young. From Xu Xiuyan's perspective, only the right half of her face can be seen.
But the profile of her face is so stunning that it makes people take a breath of cold air. The eyebrows and eyes are as fine and delicate as ancient fine brushwork, drawn stroke by stroke, making her look extremely graceful.
Is Lu Xixin so good-looking?
In Xu Xiuyan's impression, beauties have always been rare among girls who are good at studying. It's not that they are not beautiful enough, but that the clear soup noodles rarely dress up.
If the color is light and light, if it is not rich and vivid, it will not look so beautiful.
But Lu Xixin is different.
Xu Xiuyan, a straight science man, actually came up with an ancient poem to describe it: But he dislikes the color of makeup and powder.
"Come in." Lu Xixin tapped her chin gently, revealing her delicate and small chin.
It is obvious that the facial features are delicate and delicate in every aspect, but when combined together, instead of being soft and cute, they are cold and indifferent, and the eyebrows and eyes are slightly raised, and the aura is compelling.
Xu Xiuyan came in with his hands and feet, his back a little stiff.
"Ask." Lu Xixin had already compared and analyzed the results. The computer screen was blank, with only a simple timeline.
"Huh?" Xu Xiuyan was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
Lu Xixin tiptoed, and the swivel chair suddenly turned, leading her to face Xu Xiuyan.
She tilted her head, holding a pen between her two thin white fingers, her eyes slightly puzzled: "Aren't you here to ask me a question?"
Xu Xiuyan did come to ask questions, but he was just too surprised and forgot about it for a moment.
He nodded hastily.
"Sit down." Lu Xixin turned around, put the pen on the table, tapped his fingertips on the table, and said in a calm tone, "Ask whatever you want, no need to be formal."
As if a robot had received instructions, Xu Xiuyan immediately found a place to sit.
There were not many chairs in the large laboratory. Xu Xiuyan looked around and couldn't find a suitable chair, so he ran to the corner and sat down with his butt next to a small horse.