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Chapter 125 Mo Yanran's Memory

At the edge of the pier, a silver-white shuttle-shaped aircraft was parked here, motionless as if dead, letting the sea water wash away the same silver-white tail.

In the cab, Mo Yanran still hadn't woken up. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her mouth was pursed tightly. It was obvious that the dream must not have been easy.

It was very quiet inside the cab. Most of the indicator lights on the console had been extinguished, with only three or two still blinking.

At this time, Mo Yanran was immersed in a dream:

She was walking alone in the boundless white mist. She couldn't see a single figure or hear a sound around her. Moreover, the surrounding area was so empty that it seemed endless, with no end in sight.

In fact, she had been walking for a day and a night, but she still couldn't see her head or anything, and there was nothing else around her except the white mist.

If most people stayed in such an environment for such a long time, they would probably have a nervous breakdown, but Mo Yanran remained so calm, and even the expression on her face did not change.

As he continued walking forward, he was rapidly calculating in his brain, and at the same time feeding the information back to Mo Yanran, letting her decide what to do next.

The alloy floor beneath her feet was very flat and spread all around. It was cold and emotionless. When Mo Yanran stepped on it, she felt a chill coming from below.

"This is what it feels like to be cold." She stopped, stood there and crossed her arms almost naturally, closing her eyes to experience this novel feeling, as if she was learning something.

The chill under her feet continued to spread, getting stronger and stronger. It was no longer a cold feeling, but an icy coldness that made her hands and feet feel a little stiff.

"The temperature is -17 degrees now." Mo Yanran moved her body, then opened her eyes, and said to herself, "This is the limit of what I can bear. If it goes any lower, I may not be able to bear it anymore."

At this time, Mo Yanran already had long hair, and was wearing a thin sweatshirt and a pair of sneakers. She had just used such clothes to resist the freezing temperature.

After getting used to the feeling of stiffness in her hands and feet, Mo Yanran took steps forward and walked forward, because there were other projects waiting for her ahead.

In a base about ten kilometers away from Mo Yanran, a huge laboratory was full of people. These people were all wearing white coats and seemed to be scientific researchers in the laboratory. At this time, they were all watching intently.

Mo Yanran on the big screen.

The scene on the screen shows Mo Yanran trudging through the fog. It seems to be a signal transmitted from the surveillance facility. While observing, the scientists recorded some data in their notebooks.

It turned out that Mo Yanran was conducting an experiment, and she herself was the test subject so that she could experience the feeling firsthand.

This experiment is a top-secret experiment. Except for a very small number of people, no one is qualified to know because this experiment is too important and may affect the fate of most people in the future.

It is precisely because of this that almost all the scientific research elites related to this experiment are gathered here, as well as the most advanced equipment and technology, as well as many rare raw materials.

Now the experiment has entered a critical stage. As long as this key link is broken through, a great achievement that will shock the world will be born, and it will definitely shock the world by then.

"Pay attention to the tracking, and you must not make any mistakes." A man in his fifties took off the special earphones on his head and said to other researchers around him, while standing up, "You must not make any mistakes at this time.

What a mistake."

Someone took the headphones from his hand and continued what he was doing.

A man in his thirties came over at this time and whispered to him, "01, he is still insisting on his point of view and cannot listen to what we have to say."

"This kid is really ignorant of current affairs, how about we--" Another man on the side seemed a little impatient. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture on his neck.

The man in his fifties frowned and said, "It's not appropriate to do this. After all, he is the chief expert in this experiment and has played a great role."

The man in his thirties solemnly said, "Although he has put in a lot of effort, think about how big a sensation this achievement will be if it succeeds. It will definitely be a century-old achievement."

"Yes, yes, haven't you always wanted to stand at the top of the world's science and technology? If this experiment succeeds, then what awaits you will undoubtedly be the most glorious crown and reputation." The other person also sang in harmony, lobbying.

he.

The man in his fifties was moved. He hesitated and couldn't make up his mind for a long time.

When the man in his thirties saw him, he turned around and walked outside, "Since you can't make up your mind, then I will make the decision for you, and I will bear the responsibility."

Watching the man walk out the door, the fifty-year-old man's eyes were full of struggle. He seemed to want to open his mouth several times to call him out, but when his eyes fell on Mo Yanran on the big screen, he finally closed them.

Mouth, no sound came out.

Beside him, another man saw this scene, with a sinister smile on his face.

Mo Yanran on the big screen was still moving forward, but this time it was no longer extremely cold, but replaced by high temperature, and she was still adapting and kept moving forward.

Time passed minute by minute, and Mo Yanran never stopped. However, the environment she encountered was constantly changing. In the end, every environment was very bad, even extremely bad.

However, Mo Yanran persisted. She kept moving forward and reached the edge of the experimental area. Here was a lonely alloy house with a small door ajar.

Mo Yanran stood in front of the house, seemed to be sizing it up, and finally opened the door and walked in.

In another room in the base, a tall man was standing in the room, walking back and forth. Next to him stood several men in black suits, all of them standing with their heads lowered, looking indifferent.

As soon as the door of the house rang, the man walked in. He changed into a black suit and wore a pair of sunglasses. After entering the house, he looked at the tall man and then walked towards him without saying a word.

"pd17, what did you do to her? What do you want to do?" As soon as the tall man saw the man in his thirties, he immediately rushed over excitedly and shouted, "Let her go, let her go."

"

The man in his thirties, the PD17, looked at the tall man coldly. With a wave of his hand, two big men in black suits rushed up and held him down.

"Do you think you are still the same number one?" PD17 walked up to him slowly, looked at the tall man up and down, and then spoke indifferently, "Now that your mission has been completed, I think you can go on your way.

"

"What, how dare you-" The tall man seemed not to have expected that they would actually do this, and shouted in shock, "So this is all your conspiracy."

But pd17 had no intention of listening to his accusation. He flipped his wrist, and a slender spike appeared on his fingertips. A faint blue light flashed on his head, and it pierced the tall man's chest quickly, and then pulled it out.

come out.

A drop of blood slowly dripped from the spike. He stood in front of the tall man indifferently, watching him slowly fall.

"Head, how to deal with it?" Two men in black squatted down and tried the tall man's breathing, and then asked in a deep voice, "He is already dead."

"Hey, 0.01 milligrams of this lethal poison can kill ten elephants. It's weird if he doesn't die." D17 sneered and waved his hands to several of his men, "Drive him to the incinerator and throw him in it to be burned.

."

Several of his men responded, and two people lifted up his body and walked out, along the corridor toward another corridor.

"It's time to send you on your way." pd17 wiped the sharp thorn between his fingers, smiled sadly, and walked out of the house.

The corridor was very quiet. At some point, a group of burly men in black suits appeared, each wearing sunglasses and holding pistols in their hands. They stood in the corridor every ten steps.

PD17 walked along the corridor towards the experimental center of the base, where he came out just now. Now he was going to perform a task, which was what his master ordered him to do.

Striding towards the experimental center, he was already overjoyed. "Among the master's many subordinates, I am afraid that I will make a great contribution this time. If I finish it, I will even be able to become a deputy general manager." The more he thought about it, the more proud he became.

A proud smile appeared on his face.

As for the manager, he didn't even dare to think about it. That scary, demonic man would not want to live if he took his position.

The experimental center was right in front of him. PD17 calmed down, straightened his suit, and then opened the door and went in. A dozen big men in black suits followed him in.

In the laboratory, people were so busy that no one noticed his arrival. Everyone's attention was focused on the big screen.

pd17 also looked towards the big screen, and was immediately glued to it. The fragrant scene made his heart as solid as stone beat violently, and he couldn't help but jump a few times.

"Beauty, what a beauty!" After swallowing, he quickly gathered his thoughts, looked away from the big screen, and then walked towards the target.

His target this time was the man in his fifties, so he walked quickly to his side and stood there without rushing to take action.

Because the man in his fifties was operating something, muttering to himself, "What's going on, what's going on, why can't it work?"

Seeing that the experiment was not completed yet, the blue spikes between pd17's fingers shrank back and disappeared, while he stood aside respectfully.

"Why doesn't it work? There must be something wrong somewhere." The man in his fifties thought hard, while he quickly pressed on the console and input instructions one by one.

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Chapter 4 is here, Chapter 5 will be updated at 00:00


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