Orlando felt like a caterpillar.

He was blindfolded and his mouth was blocked. Although he was not tied up by ropes, he seemed to have been stuffed into a pocket. His pocket was neither big nor small, and he didn't want to move his hands and feet. He could only breathe when his head was exposed. He felt that he should be in the trunk of a car, and the guy who was driving was obviously not a gentle person. He turned a corner and was crazy and fierce, so Orlando kept rolling in the trunk like a caterpillar.

【I was kidnapped!】

【Who is it?】

【Will I be killed?!】

Orlando involuntarily began to think about all those who might be unfavorable to him, and then he found that there were too many possible goals. His mind was full of uneasy thoughts, and he made a cold sweat in the middle of winter, and an old heart almost got frightened. Not long after, he felt that he was freed. He skipped a beat and found himself placed on a chair.

The chairs are icy and hard, but they are always better than corpses in the Thames.

So the old professor put his heart in his stomach a little, and he felt that he might have some value.

"Hey, can't you move anymore? Take off your eye mask."

He heard a voice, a female voice, full of force, like a burning red metal stick and hit it straight. So the old professor trembled and raised his hand to untie it, touched his eyes with both hands, and then the blindfold was taken off. He subconsciously sorted out his messy hair. The old professor unexpectedly discovered in Hus's random thoughts that the steam blindfold he often used to help sleep.

This is more scary than any sophisticated and weird professional torture instrument, because it means that all your actions have been clearly understood.

The old professor opened his eyes and it was pitch black all around him.

Bang, someone turned on a lamp and a desk lamp not far away. The light was very bright and hit the eyes directly, causing the old professor to raise his hand to block it in a dizzy state. The long-term dark environment made him unable to see things clearly in the sudden bright light. He could only see an ordinary table three or four meters away opposite, with a person sitting behind the table, looking at the outline of a woman.

"You are Kensington *l* Orlando?" Eight large Chinese characters seemed to appear above the woman's dark outline. Although the old professor did not understand what the eight big characters "faithfulness and lenientness, resisting to be beaten to death" mean, he was still shocked by the other party's sturdy manners. Moreover, there is nothing to deny about this kind of thing. Should I say "No, no, no, you recognize the wrong person, I am just a sweeper"? That is a common humiliation to both parties' IQs, so the old professor could only nod.

The woman actually started to talk about her family with interest: "There is a Kensington Road in London. Is it named after your ancestors? The Kensington family and so on, it seems that you are a descendant of a famous family."

"No, you're wrong." A male voice suddenly appeared, and Orlando was shocked. If it weren't for the man's voice, he wouldn't even know that there was a man in the darkness so close to him. And the sound was exactly the one who just gave him a knife.

"I'm wrong?"

"I'm wrong. In English, the name is in front and the surname is in back. His surname is Orlando and Kensington. Even if there is really a Kensington family, it has nothing to do with him."

"Oh thank you for tutoring me in English, Teacher Jie Shibang. It's really easy to understand and suddenly understand. If you didn't say it, I, an English idiot, almost got cheated and said, do you really think I'm so stupid?" Slap, the woman slapped the table, causing Orlando to tremble: "Old man, tell you, you've happened!"

"Me? What happened?" The time came to pretending to be stupid without relaxing. Orlando shook his head hurriedly: "What can I do? I am just a university professor in research. I don't understand what you are talking about! Me, who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Ha, don't you understand, right? Then I'll give you a little reminder." The woman leaned back, hugged her chest with her hands, and said leisurely: "The Zad family."

"Za, Zad family?!" Orlando's face turned pale. At this moment, his mind was as if it had been electrocuted, and he thought of countless messy things. Among all the secret secrets, the secret between him and the Zad family was the most dangerous and core secret. He had thought about thousands of situations, but this one was what he feared the most.

He tried to calm down and argued: "I...I don't understand what you are talking about, what the Zad family has never heard of."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of the Zad family, then have you heard of the Tiberian Laboratory?"

"This!" Orlando's forehead was sweating as big as a bean, and he understood that the visitor was indeed not good. Throwing such top-secret names out one by one, just like when playing cards, the other party kept throwing the second eggs, which caught him off guard and was frightened: "I, I, I, I, I have never heard of..."

"It's okay to pretend to be stupid, it doesn't matter, I have time anyway. But you, Professor Orlando, you don't have time."

"You, are you going to kill me?" Orlando took out a handkerchief and forced his courage while wiping his sweat. "Do you want to show me a countdown? When the time comes to zero, you will kill me? Don't do this. You kidnapped me and interrogated me. This means that I have what you need here, and you won't kill me so simply!"

The woman admitted openly: "That's true, Professor Orlando, we wouldn't kill you so simply. To be precise, we were not here to kill you at all, but who said that no one else wanted to kill you except us?"

"Ah?" Orlando was stunned.

The woman leaned forward, folded her hands on her chin, like the deepest and unpredictable mastermind behind the scenes, and even her voice was as gloomy as the sea under the night: "Whether you admit it or not, we have confirmed that thirty-seven or thirty-nine years ago, you had a secret deal with Mr. Zad, the contemporary elder of the Zad family. You are indeed a genius who studies academic research, but you are also a ignorant of the world. With your emotional intelligence, it is almost impossible to get ahead, so you need some help from Lao Zad. The reward you can give is to help Lao Zad do two things."

"First," the woman raised a finger: "You helped him teach a student, the most talented, incredible, perfect, and most ashamed of you that you have ever encountered in your life. This student is so outstanding that you make you doubt that you have lived as a dog in your life."

"Second," the woman raised her second finger: "You designed a laboratory for him, an extremely advanced, extremely crazy, extremely unrealistic, and incomparable laboratory that you can only imagine in your dreams in your life. This laboratory is so powerful that you can't believe it will go from paper to reality."

Gudong, Orlando swallowed dryly, and couldn't say a word. Such a secret over the years was like a code box that settled under the deep mud. He never expected that one day he would be found, turned it out, and opened it again.

"Mr. Orlando, any talented and ambitious ambitionist, has his own little secret. Anyone who participates in this little secret, or even just knows, and involves this little secret, will not have the final result. Old Zad is such a talented and ambitious man, or even a madman who is not understood by the times. What do you think he will think of you?"

Orlando's sweat flowed down like a waterfall: "You, what do you want to say? Are you saying that Mr. Zad wants to kill me? Haha, I won't believe it, because that's impossible!"

The woman's voice is really convincing: "It seems that there has been any agreement between you and Lao Zade. But no matter how that agreement is signed, Lao Zade does not kill you personally does not mean that other ambitious families will not kill you. For the sake of the Tiberian Laboratory, there is more than one Lao Zade who can do anything."

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Orlando decided loudly: "You don't understand that the Tiberian Laboratory no longer exists. Who would have tried his best to find a place that does not exist?"

"How do you confirm that it does not exist? Besides, it's not enough for you to believe it yourself." The woman snapped her fingers, and the man in the dark took out a stack of information and slapped it into Orlando's hand. Orlando hurriedly opened the information, and after only one glance, his face turned pale.

The woman's voice was dull and said: "Just a few days ago, someone raided the copycat Taberian Laboratory built by the Zad family in New Mexico. The entire laboratory was destroyed like a locust crossing. A large number of precious experimental results and scientific and technological data were stolen, and a large number of experimental subjects and research samples were destroyed. There were also many researchers who were turned into fragments of ceilings and walls in the midst of the experiment. That scene, my go, more than twenty bans! The high-definition large pictures are all in the information in your hands, and you can read them slowly. Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the top-secret information preserved in the laboratory was completely moved. Guess who did it?"

Orlando looked at those shocking real-time pictures and materials, and was already convinced by 70% or 80% of them. He asked with a dry voice: "Who?"

The woman's answer shocked him. She turned her finger and pointed to herself lightly. Her malicious voice seemed to come from the abyss: "That's right, I."

Orlando stood up as if he was stabbed by a needle, and then his shoulder was pressed by the man in the dark and pressed back into the chair. His butt hurt so much that Orlando struggled weakly, and his voice was distorted by extreme emotions: "You, you, you, you?!!"

"Of course, this is all a trivial matter. The key problem is that I discovered a fellow traveler that day. We fought for half of the key information. Let me say in advance, the flesh and blood in the pictures in your hands were not made by me, at least most of them were not."

"After that, what do you think, that person, and the guy behind that person, are fighting with me for? Do you think, we can find you, can that person find you? How do you think he will deal with you?" The woman spread her hands, as if the answer was obvious: "Do you think, I said you had happened before, and you didn't have time, but you were still bluffing you? Kensington *l* Orlando, the designer of Tiberia Heart, the answer is really too obvious."

Roaring, Orlando collapsed in the chair.

His face was withered, and his bones seemed to have been broken.

He gasped, half dead.

He is very smart, so he has already confirmed that this woman is not lies, at least most of the key information is not lies.

His eyes trembled, he thought a lot, and seemed to have nothing to think about. He no longer sweated coldly because the truly desperate person had completely given up.

During the long silence, the woman did not speak, the man behind her did not speak, and Orlando himself did not speak. Everyone was waiting, waiting for Orlando's reaction.

Orlando responded.

He suddenly laughed, a little crazy, laughing like a fugitive at the end of the road: "I knew there would be such a day. Come on, kill me, because no matter what you want to know, I can't provide you with it. I really don't know any key news." Then, he raised his eyelids and looked at the woman behind the strong light and mocked him: "Or, do you want to pretend to give me a clear way like the kidnapper in the movie?"

"I really have insight." The woman compared her index finger: "I'm here to show you a clear way."

"Haha, I can't see what the difference between you and what you just said, the so-called 'little ambitious' and the so-called 'peerers'!" Orlando was so confused that he was stuttered: "If you were used, you would die, or you would be killed now. Anyway, it's all death. The only difference is whether you succeed. Since that's the case, why don't you kill me now!"

"There are certainly differences," the woman was surprisingly frank: "The biggest difference is that we will not kill you no matter what."

"I won't kill me? Hahaha, don't lie to me. How could you guys who do anything to kill me?" Orlando erupted like a spring pressed to the limit, and shouted and shouted: "What are you guaranteeing not to kill me! Use your credibility? Don't joke, the same ambitious people, the same murderer, what credibility can you say!"

The woman didn't care about Orlando's scream at all. Her voice did not rise, but she simply suppressed Orlando's shouting without any turmoil: "Of course we won't kill you, because one of the important people among us has a good relationship with you."

"Who? What important person, which important person? I have a good relationship with me? What are you kidding!" Orlando was yelling, and the light suddenly turned on, and he found himself in a very ordinary room.

Opposite, there is a white-haired woman.

Behind him is a tall man.

On the side, another female voice suddenly sounded. A calm, steady female voice with traces of time: "It's been a long time since we saw each other."

Orlando shuddered and turned his head, and then his mouth immediately grew to its limit. He saw someone he had never dreamed of seeing again.

Su Muhua smiled and nodded to the old professor: "It's been a long time since I saw you. Teacher Orlando, do you still recognize me?"

Bang, Orlando fell down from the chair and fell to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!