1085: 367.
The Xing generation adds another heavyweight person_3 1085: 367.
The Xing generation adds another heavyweight person_3 A few minutes later, Mustard micro-fool exclaid in the hastily ford communication network:
“I see them, it’s Sister Pogranate and Little Brother Fu!
Just don’t know who ng HaHa’s friend is…
Um, it must be Sister Pogranate.
They’re laughing and hugging each other, they must have known each other for a long ti.
But this isn’t right, Loyalty Brother.
When we investigated Niu Pogranate’s background before, there was no such person in her social relations.”
“Isn’t that stating the obvious?”
Brother Prodigal retorted:
“ngha herself said that she’s been in the business for quite so ti, surely the brother departnt made her information controlled.
Tsk tsk, even we can’t find out about her, looks like this girl’s level is quite high.
So now what, Loyalty Brother,
heading back ho or…”
“Head back my ass, the welco banquet is set and we can’t let it go to waste.”
Mr.
Ziwei suggested:
“Call over the three ‘slackers’, let’s have a good al tonight.
Although we haven’t accomplished anything during this ti, we still have to reward ourselves.”
Loyalty Brother didn’t answer.
He was staring at his phone, frowning at the information ng HaHa had just sent him—a ga ID with a note underneath.
“Suspected foreign intelligence agent?
Damn!
I knew this wasn’t going to be easy!”
The team leader clenched his fists tightly, glaring at the ID on his phone, filled with rage.
Shit!
If I can’t deal with aliens, can’t I handle you?
Now all the players in the ga are our people, you outsiders can stay wherever you ca from!
“Don’t rush to eat, everyone head back to the departnt to work overti, there’s new information.”
Loyalty Brother issued the command:
“Pay close attention to the forum player ID ‘Teranova’!
Dig up all his information for !
I want to know his grandmother’s na as well as how many lovers his old man has!
After that’s done, we’ll go out to eat.”
“Received!” x3.
—
“I’m dood, I’m dood, I’m so dood!
I’ve been discovered, it’s all over.”
An hour later, a pitiful scream ca from a certain laboratory, followed by frantic typing on the keyboard that continued for several minutes before it finally quieted down.
Afterward, a short girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at her personal information that she’d barely managed to save.
Her face, with a touch of Egyptian charm, was filled with annoyance and helplessness, then she picked up her phone and dialed an encrypted number.
The phone was quickly connected, and the girl yelled on the other end:
“Cent!
I quit!
I haven’t even started playing the ga and I’ve been targeted by soone.
Go find soone else!
I don’t want this shitty business to disturb my chance to play a ga that’s ahead of its ti, and I don’t want to ruin my academic reputation because of espionage work!
I’m not so goddamn spy.
I’m just an ordinary entomologist, and I don’t want to be involved in your crappy affairs.
You annoying bastard!
I knew it wasn’t going to be anything good when you said I had to repay a favor!”
This raucous shouting gave Cent Sister a terrible headache as she covered her ears.
Only after the other party’s angry outburst, a mix of fear and rage, subsided did she slowly say:
“Don’t worry, Little Nova.
I’ve got everything arranged for you.
Just do as I say, co clean about your identity to them, claim it was a big villain who coerced you to do it, push the bla onto , and then give them my contact information.
That’ll do.
Don’t tell you’re not interested in this ‘Close Encounter of the Third Kind’ which is already proven with evidence.
Although you play with bugs, you’re still sowhat of a scientist, right?
A certain spirit of inquiry is necessary.
Be good!
Listen to !
I’ll send you sothing soon, just place it on the helt you’re bound to get later, and then you can happily play your gas with Lumina and those other little fools.
Leave the rest to !”
“Are you sure you can handle it?
Don’t ss around, okay?
This technology clearly isn’t sothing modern tech can achieve!”
Terenova said anxiously:
“You can’t even track down this ghost forum right now.
Listen, I’m really worried you’re going to get yourself into trouble.”
“I’m not afraid, so what are you worried about?
Besides, who said I haven’t tracked it down?”
The voice of Cent Sister was filled with an exhaustion that was hard to describe as she said over the phone:
“I’ve confird its form of existence…
It’s quantum communication based on theories of the microscopic world.
Its theoretical and practical levels are at least three hundred years ahead of us—it’s the stuff of technological myths, and I will not give up on this project!
But don’t be scared!
I’ve analyzed the main organizer’s ntality and behavioral logic behind all this.
Trust , right now He’s desperate for all the talent He can get.
He won’t miss out on you just because of so minor suspicions against you.”
“But if you’re so curious, why not apply yourself?”
Terenova whispered:
“With your qualifications, they would definitely let you in.”
“Then wouldn’t I look no different from those fools?”
Cent Sister snorted and said:
“I have my own plan; you don’t worry about it.
Just do as I say, be good…
Also, get in touch with Lumina and the others occasionally, tell them not to worry about .
I’ll reunite with them in the country once I finish this.”
After saying this, she hung up the phone, then stood up, took a sip of coffee, and looked back at the chaos of her laboratory, at the special chair-like device connected with various electrodes and data cables laid out on the table.
Clearly, this thing was far from finished; it was just a basic theoretical model, but its cleverness was evident.
Cent Sealed Heart, now with dark circles she could no longer hide, squinted at the “work” before her, and murmured:
“Brainwaves, huh?
Such an advanced quantum communication system even encompasses both the parallel universes and string theory, which are entirely unprovable at present.
I just hope my bit of knowledge can unveil the real truth of this all.
I hope even more that this thing doesn’t blow my brain to pieces the second I switch it on.
The direction to try is clear now, but I need a more definitive channel of information…
Goodness , I feel like an idiot wrestling with God himself.
But how am I to cover the deficits and ss caused by this project?
They are debts that can never be fully paid off…
Should I just not bother settling them?”
She took another sip of coffee, glanced at her phone, and thought:
“Going back ho, huh?
It’s probably too late now.
I’m sure there are eyes on .
They’re not closing the net around yet because they’re waiting for my results.
Lucky I cut off those little idiots’ contact in advance, or they’d definitely get dragged into this.
And what if I escape back ho with astounding research findings?
Surely ‘the family’ would be willing to take a risk for , wouldn’t they?”
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