Outside Chu Yuexi's ward, Yu Zhesen waited for fifteen minutes and finally waited for An He to come out.
"Let's go." She passed by Yu Zhesen and deliberately patted him with her scabbard.
"What are you talking about in there? Can you talk for so long?"
"Secrets of the Security Bureau, please don't let outsiders pry."
Hearing An He perfunctory him, Yu Zhesen curled his lips: "Then you can cancel my file as soon as possible. I don't want to help the security bureau twice in one day."
An He stopped and gave him a helpless look.
"I told her that she could become a regular employee after she was discharged from the hospital, and I tried to trick her into talking about it, okay?"
"A cliché? What kind of cliché?"
An He rolled his eyes at him: "Of course it's to see what impression she has of you. Aren't you on a blind date today?"
"Damn it, if you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten about this. I wasted an entire afternoon on VIP treatment. Now I should have time to have dinner and watch a movie or something when I go back." Yu Zhesen said to himself and quickened his pace. After taking a few steps, he turned back and saw An He standing there, staring at him as if he were a mentally retarded person.
"Hey, An He, do you want to go with us? To be honest, I have plenty of money now, so I can invite you."
An He held his forehead and looked helpless:
"Now that I think about it carefully, it turns out that you looked more pleasing to the eye when you were still working hard. If you were burned to ashes by Qian Zhimo at that time, it would be perfect."
"Oh, really?"
Yu Zhesen discussed with her seriously: "Then if I burn to ashes, who can you ask to lend me two minutes when you suffer from the sequelae of your superpower?"
An He had a dark face, put his thumb on the blade, and made a crisp ding sound when his nails hit the metal.
"No, no, no, no, this is a hospital. Are you so incapable of making jokes now?" He pressed the button of the elevator door and waved for her to come over quickly.
The other elevator has been suspended, the one where he opened the skylight with his lightsaber.
It is dinner time now, and there is quite a large flow of people in the inpatient building. The 16th floor where the accident occurred has been temporarily suspended and blocked, but other floors that were not seriously damaged are still in use.
An He held a knife in his right hand, and seeing how crowded the elevator was, he pulled Yu Zhesen away apologetically.
She said to just take the stairs down, it was only a dozen floors anyway.
Yu Zhesen didn't object, and he even thought it was quite romantic.
It seems that romance is easily linked to various retro behaviors that are behind the times.
For example, when it is popular to engrave the name of your partner on modified prosthetic limbs, using tattoos seems more romantic.
"Actually, at that time, I really felt that if I survived, I would probably need two iron arms." He shrugged and said.
"Can you accept it?" An He asked.
"Of course not now, but if it really comes to that point, I probably have to accept the reality."
An He shook his head and said after a moment: "You probably don't know yet, right? Now more and more commissioners in the Xingzhou City Security Bureau have accepted prosthetic transformation."
"Is your disability rate so high?"
"No, some people voluntarily accept prosthetic transformation."
Yu Zhesen was not surprised by this.
In fact, he can also feel that the frequency of encountering prosthetic transformation personnel at work is increasing, and it seems that this has become an inevitable trend of the times.
"The delivery of exoskeleton armor relies on light particle chain transmission technology, and light particle transmission consumes expensive nu2 energy. So some people above think that directly sending out commissioners with modified and enhanced prosthetics is better than the current remote delivery of exoskeleton armor.
The method is more economical and affordable."
What she said is true. With the expansion of revitalized cities and the increase in population, energy shortage problems will inevitably arise.
Yu Zhesen asked: "What does An Zhitian think about this?"
"Don't you understand Dad? As long as he can attack the Adventist sect, it doesn't matter what he does."
An He fell silent after saying this.
Only their footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell.
When he was almost on the first floor, An He answered a phone call.
"Yes, okay, I understand, we will wait for you at the entrance of the hospital."
After she hung up the phone, she said to Yu Zhesen: "The instructor said she was coming to pick us up."
"Okay! Then she has to treat us to dinner. I want to eat barbecue." Yu Zhesen raised his hands grandly.
"You don't have to pretend to be unhappy in front of me, it's boring."
They grew up under the same roof, and they know each other so well that they can basically communicate with each other just by looking at each other. They are not relatives more than relatives.
An He has long understood his strange and fake self-protection methods.
"Then what can I do? Is it true that jumping up and down and cursing the Bureau of Marriage and Education is not a thing? Doing this to a young couple who are in love?"
Yu Zhesen raised his hands and stretched.
"Maybe some things never end well." An He lowered his eyes.
"Then change it." Yu Zhesen vowed.
……
Old Town, outside the alley where Hongyu Bar is located.
The black SUV parked on the side of the road, and Jin Jianshen and the bartender got out of the car from the doors on both sides of the cab.
There is a fresh advertisement posted on the telephone pole at the entrance of the alley.
"Which hospital is better for craniotomy reconstruction? Find Lao Zhang on Qinglong Street. Don't let your brain become a cage that imprisons your soul. The Arclight 3rd generation thinking chip integrates 36,000 microelectronic neural unit high-speed processors to enjoy the pleasure of thinking explosion.
You deserve it. For details, please consult Dr. Zhang’s contact number..."
The bartender reached out and tore off the advertisement flyer, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the sewer without a manhole cover.
"Where did Dr. Pheasant come from? Arclight 3 can only expand to 24,000 microelectronic neural units at most. His magic modification is overloaded by 50%. Do you want to burn through the human brain?"
Jin Jian gave him a deep look: "Understanding it so clearly, do you want to give yourself a blow to Tian Ling Gai?"
"I can't help it, my boss always says I'm not smart enough."
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"Oh, no wonder."
"A person as smart as Mr. Jin shouldn't need this kind of thing, right?"
"Is it possible that I have already used it?" Jin Jianshen put his hands in his pockets and walked into the abandoned rental building first.
The bartender froze in place for two seconds, then followed and muttered: "This is too damn rolled..."
It's not yet the opening hours of Hongyu Bar, but they are using a hidden employee passage.
There is a small lamp on behind the bar, and half of a shiny forehead is exposed above the back of the sofa chair.
"Boss Han, you've been waiting for a long time." Jin Jianshen went over to sit next to Han Jinghu without looking out of place, picked up the beer on the coffee table and took a sip.
The bartender was very self-aware and did not follow him, but went to the main entrance of the bar to show off.
Jin Jianshen took off the black armed belt and placed it gently on the coffee table.
"Mr. Jin, how is it? How is the user experience?" Han Jinghu asked with a smile.
"To be honest, it's a pity that I didn't get any good experience today." Jin Jianshen smiled.
"It is reasonable to lose in front of the out-of-control Gang Ran."
"It's not entirely because Gang Ran's ability is too overbearing. There are heroes present today. Brother Hao Guang and I are just foils."
Han Jinghu handed him a cigar: "In Mr. Jin's opinion, what is that young man's superpower?"
Jin Jianshen narrowed his eyes: "Wouldn't Boss Han think this information is only worth a cigar or a drink or two?"
The two looked at each other and smiled. Han Jinghu picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"How about we each write the answers on our hands and show them at the same time after three glasses of wine?"
Jin Jianshen did not object to this proposal.
After a while, the two people who had written down their guesses came closer to each other and slowly spread their palms.
What Han Jinghu wrote in his hand was "precognition".
What Jin Jianshen wrote in his hand was "Look Back".
"It seems that Boss Han and I have different judgments."
"Perhaps there is nothing wrong with looking at it from our respective perspectives?"
"So this can be a multiple-choice question."
"Then the conclusion is obvious..."
The two of them came up with the answer in their hearts at the same time and said in unison: "It's time."
Jin Jianshen and Han Jinghu looked at each other with sympathy in their eyes.
Then the two of them each began to contact their assistants or secretaries: "Check the database. Among the nine major superpower groups, is there anyone with this ability?"
"I guess Boss Han has the same expectations as me." Jin Jianshen said with a leisurely expression.
"Mr. Jin has also seen his personal file, right? The record left on the Citizen Gene Sequencing File of the Marriage and Childbearing Bureau is that he has the ability 'Nightmare of Destiny', which belongs to the 4th group of 'Fantasy'." p>
"Is it the power that can predict what will happen the next day in the occasional dream?"
"Yes, obviously someone modified his genetic sequencing results to hide some secret."
"Superpowers beyond the nine known groups! New superpower genes that are not in the database!" Jin Jianshen's face showed excitement.
