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Chapter 412 Harmful Archives 18

 [Yun Tuan]: She must have lost her things.

[Jinghe]: Hmm?? How do you know? Did you send it here for her to throw away?

[Yun Tuan]: I just looked at the face. There is something wrong with Li Bai’s eyes. I’m not sure whether she has a smart eyeball implanted. Anyway, I picked that thing up from the trash can and just threw it away.<

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[Jinghe]: Then you speak so affectionately, who is it that makes me feel that you are superficial?

[Yun Tuan]: My identity is indeed Fu Zhao’s underground lover.

[Jinghe]:...Brother, cut him!

[Jing Yu]: Someone is invading the main system on the first floor and obtaining the visitor list. The IP address is in the special seven groups.

[Yun Tuan]: Well, I'll go back right away.

[Jing Yu]: It doesn’t matter if you slow down, his level is not as good as yours.

Yun Tuan didn't take the elevator when she went downstairs. She looked at the walls layer by layer and found that the walls on the third floor (where the four special groups were located) were also made of special materials. None of the groups had a high defense coefficient, but it was much higher than the other groups.

Don't.

What are the four groups... for?

Walking to the first floor, the girl who had just been responsible for delivering the appointment message to Yun Tuan turned pale. When she saw Yun Tuan's figure, she hurriedly looked away, as frightened as if she had seen some savage beast.

Yun Tuan glanced at the girl for a few times and suddenly burped.

"Hiccup!"

Sure enough, negative emotions are easy to "satisfy".

Yun Tuan cleared his throat, pretended that nothing happened, and left quickly.

Returning to the dark and cramped second underground floor, she made some noise while walking to remind Gu Mingnan.

Her hearing is now several times that of normal people, and she can hear a sound of fingertips rapidly tapping the screen from the main console.

Walking into the room, Gu Mingnan was writing an eulogy with unknown meaning at his workstation. He sighed lightly from time to time, looking very distressed.

When Yun Tuan came to his side, his eyes suddenly widened as if he were aware of it, "Sister Yun, you didn't make a sound when you walked, you scared me!"

"He's quite big, but he's quite brave." Yun Tuan pulled up a stool and sat down on the right back of Gu Mingnan. He stared at his half-finished manuscript for a while, "I'm still a little reserved. Let's take a look at the previous examples and praise them.

, just praise it outright and that’s it!”

Gu Mingnan nodded, "I understand."

He deleted the paragraph he just typed and continued speaking.

The cloud stared at the back of the young man's head, calmly, and penetrated the skull. The location of human memory storage has never been determined. The hippocampus area of ​​the brain plays an important role in the formation of memory, but it is only a transition zone.

There is memory storage in the cortex.

She felt like she was performing a weird craniotomy on this young man.

Going through area after area, Yun Tuan tried to find some useful memory fragments——

A middle-aged man whose face could not be seen clearly patted Gu Mingnan on the head, "Xiaonan, it's okay. People always fail. You have to learn to accept it all."

"But, but I have worked so hard! Why is the first place not mine..."

It was a stubborn, hoarse boy's voice, with a strong nasal sound. The voice was transmitted directly to the brain through the skull, which was different from the Gu Mingnan's voice she heard.

"There will be many failures in the future. Look at Dad, he has worked in the Sewage Bureau for so many years. Later people have been awarded professional titles, but I have not. Isn't life going on as usual? It doesn't matter."

"But dad, the brother who stole your spot is the director's nephew. I even heard him call him uncle!"

"Xiaonan, don't go out and say this nonsense, did you hear it?!"

The memory is broken.


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