"Si..."

The man with goggles looked at the slowly changing numbers and lines on the screen. He found that the change was different from what he imagined, so he stretched out his finger to pull up the color bar representing the dose on the virtual console.

Behind the screen in front of him, in the huge confined space, a child about six or seven years old was locked tightly on the mechanical column, with various bioelectric detection probes fixed on his body, and a thin injection needle was inserted on the side of his neck. As the man pulled up the color strip, the agent in it slowly pushed into the blood vessels.

"Well--"

His skin became redder and blood seemed to be about to crack his skin. In the end, his throat was choked like a duck being strangled. His small body twitched wildly as if he was under electrotherapy, and his eyes rolled straight out of the whites.

The fingers on the operating screen stopped, and the previous numerical calculations were more accurate. This was basically the limit. If the dose was increased by one milliliter, the test subject would have cardiac arrest.

In ordinary cases, cardiac arrest can be vibrated back at random. If this cardiac arrest is caused by cardiac arrest, the sample will be lost.

"Oh... It's a pity that No. 81 was lost, otherwise this project would have been completed twenty days ago."

"Our peak mental power, sufficient amount of mental stimulants still cannot prompt the space door to open..."

"I don't know if that guy can read the news now, what if he is in a meeting..."

Having said that, the fingers that organized the message pressed the send key slowly at all.

Soon, the reply came, and it seemed that the other party was very idle.

"Hmm? A potion for briefly overdrawing the body's functions? What should this kind of bad thing do?"

The man sneered disdainfully and quickly typed a line of words.

"Are you planning to resell cabbage?"

"Different? What's the difference?"

Until the other party explained the effect of the potion completely, the man raised his eyebrows and glanced at the test body in the sealed room.

It seems that with that thing, his project seems to have a breakthrough turning point?

He immediately called the other party's communication.

"How is it? I'm moved?"

The person opposite spoke first.

"The effect of this potion is really... thirty milliliters can push C to B for five minutes?"

"I didn't even make a project and came to find someone, can I still have fakes? Tell me how much do you want."

"Five...no, twenty."

"so much?"

"What? Are there very few sources of goods?"

"Tsk, this source of goods is mocking. If I want to take goods, I have to find the royal family. If you have twenty ones at a time, you can bear the risk yourself."

"That's fine, I'm worried if he has twenty pieces of medicine. Such efficient potions are all sought after by the prison bull. I feel that I hope to find out which one can make it?"

"Then I will report you twenty. I can't guarantee how much the other party can give. As for the creator... the only people from the Xing family and several major chaebol groups can be ranked there. I guess the Xing family is more likely. We could have a kick there, but unfortunately I don't know how to reveal it."

"So you think it's from the Xing family?"

While talking, the man injected hormones and nutrient solution into the test subjects, and then sent the test subjects back to the cage.

"Not sure, the channels for obtaining news about Hisao have been cut off by more than half. The only one with some credibility is the official and military regions. The procuratorate is not a fool. When our signal satellite was directly knocked down, we knew how overbearing their control over this area... I've been talking far. I don't know much now. Let's talk about it when I get the stuff."

"Well, please help me pay the money first. I will be reimbursed if the goods arrive or not."

"Oh, the teacher is so generous."

After hanging up the communication, the man had already walked out of the laboratory, took off his meticulous white uniform, and took the elevator to the ground.

"Mr. Yu Yang."

When I walked out of the elevator door, I was greeted with a disrespectful greeting.

"Ghost, you know that I want to take the knife when I see your face. Why do you have to challenge my patience again and again? If you follow me secretly, you will be honest and don't show your face to me."

The man named Yu Yang frowned and said, pressing his nose with one hand on his finger.

After listening to Yu Yang's words, the rengui grinned and laughed.

"Of course I know that if my facial features become like this, your researchers' desire for knowledge will force you to find out what the structure is inside my skull, right?"

I saw the mouth of the chasing ghost, whose skull was originally the human temple, opened and closed, and said something as if mocking and provocative. The eyes on the left cheekbones and the eyes on the right side of the chin, with asymmetrical openings at the corners of the eyes blinked at Yu Yang.

The next moment, the ghost of the chasing disappeared from Yu Yang's vision.

Yu Yang knew that he would always be near him, which was protection and confinement.

But it doesn't matter.

In return, his selfishness can reduce many concerns.

But the loss of No. 81... how do they get it back? Just ask them for help? There is a great probability that they will lose control of No. 81, which is no different from losing.

While thinking, he slowly walked outside, and took his own car on the side of the road and left the dark place in the urn.

Not long after, the vehicle arrived in front of a research institute.

Yuanwen Liji Technology Research Institute.

"Hello, Master Yu."

Several students who came to the internship took the initiative to greet him when they saw him. He was not a cold person, and nodded in his office with a diameter of tens of millions.

He is one of the ten founders of the short list original, Yu Yang.

He is also a student of the dean of Yuanweng City, Liji Space Research Institute.

The Chijian Research Institute is the entire Yazizhou, the research institute that specializes in space technology.

The Yazi continent is the continent with relatively advanced space technology among the five continents of mankind.

Even though that's what it means...

But they are still stuck in the space folding technology to expand the volume of folding space. This is a necessary technology for many years, and the progress is said to be fast enough to lift them up.

Yu Yang prepared for a while and went to the Data Analysis Center.

"Because I don't know how the coordinate analysis is..."

Just as he was one step away from coming to the center gate, a huge sound made his eardrum numb.

boom--

I saw a person in front of him being pushed away by the huge air pressure expansion force and smashing the sound-absorbing wall, which was directly embedded in the alloy outside the corridor.

"How are you?"

Many workers rushed over and sent the person to the emergency room.

Yu Yang looked at their actions and said nothing, then ignored the big hole in the wall and pushed open the door of the data analysis center.

"Is that coordinate not OK? The explosion-like air decompression instantly, and it seems that the analysis of vertical decompression in the middle of the road is wrong... Fortunately, I was careful and replaced his personal analysis."

Otherwise, Yu Yang himself was probably the one who was half paralyzed by the bombing.

"Then let's change your thinking...but who will replace the next tester?"

Yu Yang looked around, and there was not a single person.

It turned out that researchers in his analysis room, except him, had accidents due to various accidents.

"Is it because I have a problem with my spatial solution?"
Chapter completed!