The instructor only entered the institute five years ago and is very unfamiliar with the name Sinai.

But there is no way he would not know the surname Leenger.

One of the two most noble surnames in the world city.

But what shocked the instructor was that it was the "SS level".

Research institutes are also ranked according to contributions, inventions and IQ.

Whoever is stronger has a higher level.

In the institute's more than 600-year history, there have been no more than ten SS-level researchers.

Portraits of these researchers hang in the outermost corridor.

Simon Grand is one of them, and he is also the only one who actively asked to leave the World City.

In short, if it is rated to SS level, it can be compared with the director of the research institute.

The deans of the two courtyards are also inferior.

The instructor's hands shook.

This photo is from ten years ago.

At that time, Sinai Lengle was already the most senior researcher at the institute.

And most importantly, she was only 16 years old at the time.

The real scientific geniuses of the Lengle family.

Beale Lengle of my generation is not at the same level as Sinai.

Not only that, she also wanted to call Sinai her aunt.

But not long after Sinai was promoted to SS-level researcher, he disappeared.

Everyone in the institute went crazy, especially Dean Norman.

He personally went to the Lengel family several times, but did not get any news.

The Lengle family announced to the public that the fifth daughter, Sinai, had gone out to play, and they did not know where she went.

Dean Norman didn't believe it.

But he never found Sinai, and only occasionally received new inventions from Sinai.

This was his most proud disciple, and he just disappeared.

Dean Norman looked at his mentor and said in a slow voice: "Tell me again, do you want to arrest her now and send her to your genetic laboratory?"

"Don't dare!" Cold sweat broke out on the instructor's forehead. He handed the phone back to Dean Norman and stepped back respectfully. "How dare we attack the person Miss Sinai sent in?"

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These are SS-level researchers, how dare they go against Sinai?

The instructor went back in a cold sweat, and his legs were feeling weak.

He never expected that a junior student would be admitted under the sponsorship of an SS-level researcher.

Dean Norman ignored him and hurried to the dormitory building.

**

In the dormitory, Ying Zijin was talking to Xiu on the phone.

The door was knocked at this moment.

She pressed the mute button and opened the door.

"Student Ying, right? I'm the dean of the School of Mechanical and Aeronautics. You can call me Norman." Dean Norman got straight to the point, "I know you were sponsored by Sinai. Can you tell me where she is now?"

Where?"

Ying Zijin's expression paused slightly.

Sinai said that the person who gave her the medicine has never been found.

She pretended to be missing because she was afraid that these people would hurt those around her.

Ying Zijin was 80% sure that the person who poured medicine into Sinai was also under the control of the black skeleton.

"I'm sorry." In the end, Ying Zijin still didn't tell the truth, "I haven't met her either. She took the initiative to contact me when we communicated online."

The light in the old man's eyes gradually went out and his hand dropped: "If...if you see her, you must tell her that we are all waiting for her."

Ying Zijin was silent for a moment: "I will."

"I won't bother you anymore." Dean Norman smiled, "Don't worry, those students from the Institute of Biogenetics will not come to trouble you again."

He turned around and exited, his back looking much older in an instant.

Ying Zijin watched the old man leave, then closed the door and picked up the phone again: "Go on."

"Where did I say it? Oh, right." Xiu thought for a while and then complained, "It's really troublesome. I'm not a fighting sage."

While Ying Zijin entered the information Xiu told her into the computer and passed it to Fu Yunshen, he asked: "Combat type?"

"Well, you know that my special ability is absolutely invisible and has nothing to do with fighting." Xiu said, "Of course, even if I am not a combat sage, I can also be one of those super warriors modified by the Institute of Biological Genetics.

Knock it out with one punch."

Ying Zijin has learned about the strength value of super soldiers.

The strength of an SS-level super soldier can be compared to that of an ancient warrior with three hundred years of cultivation, and it is also the highest that can be achieved through genetic modification.

If you want to enter the four major knights, your minimum rating must be B.

Class B super warrior, not yet a master of ancient martial arts.

Xiulian is not even a fighting sage, but he can easily kill an ancient warrior with three hundred years of cultivation.

How strong must a fighting sage be?

Ying Zijin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then who is the fighting sage?"

"Power is, if you listen to his title of sage, he must be extremely powerful, right? The same goes for chariots and towers." Xiu said, "Oh, yes, and there are demons. The combat effectiveness of sages and demons is definitely the first.

"

"If he takes action, his strength and chariot combined will not be able to stop him."

Xiu went on to explain the abilities of each sage. For a long time, he didn't wait until the voice came from the microphone, and he was a little confused: "What are you thinking about?"

"You are so useless."

"..."

Xiu was choked: "Sages also perform their own duties. Who is omnipotent? Let me tell you that the Pope is more useless than me. His special ability is absolute coercion."

"Besides scaring people, what can you do?"

Ying Zijin yawned: "If it is absolute coercion, it can make people mentally collapse in an instant, why is it useless?"

Xiu: "...Okay, I'm the worst. I make people collapse and I have to turn invisible and kick them."

Ying Zijin didn’t want to talk nonsense with this sage who loved to dye his hair: “I’m done.”

She hung up the phone and sorted out her gold and silver needles.

Mrs. Suwen has been sleeping for almost twenty years, and she wonders if the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate are of any use.

**

The next day.

A red sports car parked behind the dormitory building.

It's the same model as the one Xiu bought.

Yu Xuesheng lowered the window and smiled slightly: "Miss Ying."

There was a woman sitting on the seat behind her, it was Sinai who had recovered her health.

She opened the car door and waved: "Aying, come up."

Ying Zijin got into the car and looked at Sinai: "I don't dare to recognize you."

There is a huge difference from a six-year-old child.

"So not many people in my family know that I have become smaller." Sinai nodded slightly and frowned, "I saw the email Dean Norman sent me. What's going on? People from the Gene Institute are coming to trouble you?"

"It's a small thing." Ying Zijin didn't care, "I saw in the document that you majored in physics. Why do you still hate physics?"

Sinai raised his eyes sleepily: "Because my hair fell the fastest when I was studying physics."

Ying Zijin: "..."

Sinai grabbed a piece of her hair, and the sun danced on her platinum hair.

Her enthusiasm waned: "Look, it was at least twice as high before."

"Ever since I started studying physics, I've been losing hundreds of strands every day, and I've lost more than I have left."
To be continued...