Zhang Huanling stood at the door of the A-11 Laboratory. He did not go in directly, but hesitated at the door for a moment.
The day after Wu Qi successfully eliminated the Nirvana virus, Greg Moses directly sent him a message allowing him to return to work. Although Zhang Huanling is not an arrogant person and doesn't want to come and go when others tell him to, he still has the instructions from the chief dean, and he has to come to Greg's place to continue working even if he doesn't want to come.
But what made Zhang Huanling hesitate was not that incident, but that Greg Moses let him return to his job so quickly. Based on Greg Moses's character, since he has driven him away, he and the chief dean behind him should be asked to show some color. But it turns out that as soon as the topic about Wu Qi over there was over, Greg immediately called him back. , so fast that it inevitably made him think too much.
"Forget it, the more hesitant, the more suspicious it becomes." Zhang Huanling sighed silently. He put his face in front of the face scanner and swiped it, and the door of the laboratory opened with a click.
"Doctor, he's back."
As soon as Zhang Huanling stepped into the laboratory, a powerful black thigh suddenly attacked from the side! His thighs suddenly covered Zhang Huanling's mouth, and his legs and arms strangled his neck. Zhang Huanling's pupils shrank suddenly and his body reflexively begged to resist. Unexpectedly, a thick and long needle inserted into his neck with a "pop" sound, and the liquid The cold liquid immediately flowed into Zhang Huanling's neck vein along the needle.
Zhang Huanling couldn't say a word. The energy gathered in his legs was extinguished before it could take off. His pupils gradually blurred, his muscles relaxed, and then he fell weakly into the arms of the man in a long black suit. .
At that time, the researchers who were working in the laboratory were distorted, and they all turned into false lights and shadows and disappeared. The only real person outside the lab was Greg Moses, walking at his desk.
Greg looked at the fallen Zhang Huanling coldly, and thought to himself: "Then, regardless of the harm caused by the amnesia needle, are we obviously red..."
The man in a long black suit who was lurking here to subdue Zhang Huanling gently put Zhang Huanling on the ground, then pulled out the needle and put it away.
"It's nice to work with you, Dr. Greg."
The man in the long black suit said. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of black fog that could affect cognition, making it difficult for Greg to recognize his face.
Greg said calmly: "He has already attracted Zhang Huanling for me. Now I can tell him who I am and who I am working for."
The man made a "shh" gesture in front of his lips and said, "He can't tell me directly, but I can call him Mr. 'x'."
Greg's lips twitched, and then he showed a "don't look down on people" expression.
"'Can't he just tell me directly?' In other words, it would be fine if he guessed it himself... He dared to threaten the branch director of Academia Sinica and hijack the son of Standing Committee Member Zhang and the general director. If you are a student, unless you have a background like that of a member of the Five Standing Committees in Fengya, you will be considered 'dead' after you step out of the door."
Greg's energetic eyes showed a sharp edge that he had not seen for a long time. He said softly: "I am not a member of the 'Night Owl', nor a member of the Standing Committee of Wu."
Mr. What? He uses psychic powers, and he also carries an 'amnesia needle' with him..."
Mr.
Greg's face suddenly darkened, because Mr. But did Greg hold it back? Was the other party deliberately irritating him
"For Mr.
Mr.
Greg stood up from his office chair, walked slowly to the tea cabinet, took out a cup, poured a pot of hot coffee into it, and then delivered it to Mr.
Mr. Blue Mountain Coffee."
"It's not like I can't repay you... please add two sugar cubes and a spoonful of milk, thank you." Mr. x said jokingly.
Greg smiled too.
While Greg was returning to the tea cabinet, Mr.
The third-level spiritual power - "Soul Search"!
Memories of Zhang Huanling flew through Mr.
Whether Zhang Huanling stole the research results of Greg's team, or whether he disclosed Wu Qi's leg surgery time to the chief dean.
But what Mr. Fu can see is that scene and the trivial things that Zhang Huanling has experienced recently. Zhang Huanling's brain was sealed with some extremely powerful spiritual power, and his third-level "soul search" could not break through the previous memory.
"As expected... But then it is not Zhang Huanling who cooperates with 'Night Owl', but the chief dean... Then the chief dean cooperates with 'Night Owl', is it possible that he is the one who cooperates with 'Night Owl'? Are we not going to let Wu Qi successfully regain his fourth level strength and be trapped in the third level all the time?"
Mr.
"Thank you." Mr. X took the coffee and drank it in one gulp.
"Has the investigation been completed?" Greg asked insinuatingly.
"The one who tipped off the news was Zhang Huanling," Mr.
But Greg did not express any anger, and said calmly: "He doesn't plan to do anything. After all, Zhang Huanling is the student of the president and the son of Zhang Huanling."
Mr. X nodded: "See you later, Dean Moses."
After Mr.
... ...
In the afternoon, the dark brown curtains in the study were half-covered, blocking the bright sunshine at noon. Wu Jun was lying on the leather chair and taking a nap. At that time, old Charlie knocked on the door and said softly: "Master, it turns out."
"Come in." Wu Jun opened his mouth and eyes.
Old Charlie opened the door lightly and came in and closed the door. He walked to the desk and said softly: "Master, the people who sent out the investigation are back. Are you sure Zhang Huanling disclosed the time of the young master's leg surgery to the chief dean? But No evidence has been found that Zhang Huanling has a direct connection with 'Ye Xiao'."