Jiang Zhixian took Chen Xiao and fucked a meal in Leicester's territory. During the meal, he couldn't help but dig several holes for Wen Xiao.
It can be seen that he is indeed a petty man.
After dinner, Jiang Zhixian asked Lao Lei to lead people to leave the main gate, and acted as if he had a good relationship with the Inmoro tribe. Then he borrowed a low-key shuttle from Leicester and Shen Leaving quietly through the back door.
"Are you sure, this is called low-key?" Chen quietly looked at the cool and indifferent purple shuttle in front of him, his face full of resistance.
She never expected that Leicester's taste was so curious.
Jiang Zhixian pinched his eyebrows and smiled reluctantly, "I have asked just now. This is indeed the lowest-key and cheapest style among all Leicester shuttles."
"..." Chen Qiaoqiao was speechless.
What a spoiled child, even his aesthetics grow wildly.
"Okay, let's go."
Jiang Zhixian opened the hatch door and no longer worried about its color. The two of them sat on the shuttle and soon entered the star track. Looking at the coordinate diagram above, Chen Xiaoqiao was puzzled for a moment, "Where is this going?"
"Go to meet someone." Jiang Zhixian smiled unfathomable.
"Who do you see?"
"You'll know when you go."
The speed of the shuttle accelerated again, like a gorgeous meteor passing through the star track.
Outside the window are artificial white clouds and bionic electronic birds, one for setting and the other for monitoring the passing shuttles. Chen stared quietly at the scene. In the past, he could always feel his sister watching her in the star track, but today he felt very much. Strangely, the perception between the twins disappeared.
Maybe Ruan Yu is right, she doesn’t have much time left, even no more than ten days.
"Jiang Zhixian, what if we can't get the key in the end?" Chen leaned quietly on the back of the chair and suddenly said.
While replying to something at the terminal, Jiang Zhixian pulled out and replied, "What do you want to do?"
"Teach people to attack the institute and force them to hand over the keys to the brain database."
"This is not a good idea." Jiang Zhixian shook his head. Once the trump card was exposed, the other party would have their handle.
At that time, if you are afraid of the mouse, the goal will not be achieved, and you will suffer a great loss.
Chen Qiaoqiao naturally knew what he meant, "But, the brain database has a self-destruct device. Once it is forced to open, all the brains inside will be destroyed."
"Have you ever thought that this kind of self-destruction device is also something the empire fears?" Jiang Zhixian turned his head and looked at him seriously. "The empire now relies entirely on the brain database to support the magnetic field. Once the brain database destroys itself, the whole thing will be like this. Samsung will be done. The research institute may be more worried than us?”
"You mean we use this to threaten?" Chen asked quietly.
"No." Jiang Zhixian shook his head, "What you want is Tulan's brain, which is no different from destroying the brain database. The institute will not agree."
"This is not OK, that is not OK, I..." Chen Qiaoqiao's eyes turned red with anxiety, "What do I do?"
"Your man is here, why are you panic?" Jiang Zhixian stretched out his long arm and touched Shen Qiaoqiao's head with his right hand.
"Don't worry, there's always a way."
"What are you going to do?" Chen asked with tears in his eyes.
Jiang Zhixian continued to tinker with the terminal in his hand and whispered, "Isn't it enough to replace the new SS-level brain?"
"What?" Chen Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up. When he thought of the brain at the auction, he suddenly felt hope, "You have a way?"
"That's right." Jiang Zhixian snorted and did not answer with certainty.
But for Chen Qiaoqiao, it was already a reassurance.
"The main problem now is to get the key." Jiang Zhixian hovered the shuttle in a dilapidated house, slowly landed on the ground, and said slowly: "So, come down, let's go do some serious business. ”
"Has it arrived?" Chen quietly untied his seat belt and said in surprise.
The two of them got off the shuttle one after another and stood in front of an old house that looked a bit old.
The house is surrounded by a very obstructive wall, with some genetically modified vegetables planted inside, which looks good.
"Where is this?" Chen Qiaoqiao said in surprise.
"Talvich Mental Hospital." Jiang Zhixian raised his head and said slowly.
This place is a little different from what he imagined.
Isn’t a mental hospital full of depression and morbidity? Why does it look as comfortable as a nursing home now?
The only place that looks like a mental hospital is the strict alarm system outside the door, as well as the solid anti-fall windows and large iron doors in the old house.
Chen quietly walked to the door and looked into the yard through the railing, "Why are we here?"
"I found some information, guess who is the director of this mental hospital?"
"who?"
"It's the serious and old-fashioned Professor Zhang Shengfang you mentioned." After Jiang Zhixian said that, he raised his hand and knocked on the big iron door.
After a while, a white-haired old man walked out of the small room at the door with his back hunched over and yawning.
"Who?" The old man coughed twice, shook his eyelids, and looked at the two of them.
Chen quietly took a step forward, with a pure smile and a sweet voice: "Hello, we are visitors of the Imperial Capital Star Network, and I want to come here for an interview."
The old man looked at her and saw the gorgeous and rich cheongsam, obviously disbelief, "I'm old, not blind."
"..." Chen Qiaoqiao, who tried to get away with it, quietly lowered his eyes and lost his words for a moment.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhixian, who was next to him, became wise and quickly explained: "We are entrusted by our elders at home to visit our old friends."
"Old friend?" The old man squinted his eyes, with wrinkles on his face.
He looked at the two uninvited young men with a somewhat impatient expression: "If you don't know, our old friends are dead, go quickly."
"Old Chen, what are you doing outside?" Suddenly, another breathless voice came from the yard.
Then, an old man in a white martial arts uniform appeared in front of everyone with a fan in his hand.
Old Chen, who was guarding the gate, waved his hand at him, and said he was helpless: "The two young men said they were sent by the elders in the family, so I don't look like him."
"Oh?" The old man shook the fan and looked over with curiosity, "There are still young people coming to see us?"
"Why are you joining in the fun? Let's go away. You've stepped on my loofah vine. You're so stinky!" Old Chen cursed and yelled over, looking at the string of footprints in the vegetable field, his eyes twitched with pain.
The blind man in white shook his fan, stood with his hands behind his back, muttering calmly: "Relax, relax."
If Old Chen hadn't spoken, he wouldn't have seen that he was a blind man.
"Why aren't you leaving?" A harsh shout rang out, Old Chen frowned, and said indifferently, warning: "I don't care who you are, what purpose are for coming here. There are only a group of bad old men with brain problems here, no The person you are looking for.”