Although Norman is sixty-nine years old, he swears that he has absolutely no signs of Alzheimer's disease. After all, he has his own personal doctor who performs tests in this area every month.
Not only that, among the various examinations I have done, my brain has always been the healthiest part of my body.
So, everything just now was really not an illusion
Someone walked up to him and took advantage of his squinting to replace the newspaper in his hand with an invitation
Norman thought he was not too old to be blind. What's more, if someone really came in, how could his bodyguard and secretary not notice it
Thinking of this, Norman raised his head again and looked around cautiously.
However, there was still no movement around, except for the secretary packing the bookshelf behind him, and two guards standing quietly at the door.
By this time, if it weren't for the extra invitation letter in his hand, even Norman himself might have begun to doubt himself.
"Emily..."
Norman couldn't help shouting.
"Mr. Norman, I'm here."
Immediately, a middle-aged woman wearing a rich perfume walked up to her, leaned down sharply, revealing her majestic mind, "Do you need me to pour you a cup of health tea?"
"No, Emily, did anyone just pass me?"
Norman stared into the eyes of the woman in front of him, as if he wanted to see through her.
"How, how could it be possible, Mr. Norman?"
The secretary's expression changed slightly, and then he said strangely, "This is your private office. Besides Leo and me, who else can come in without being notified?"
"Is that so?" Norman gradually looked away. He lowered his head and looked at the invitation in his hand, looking thoughtful.
"Hey, Mr. Norman, when was this invitation..."
Finally, the secretary also saw the invitation letter that suddenly appeared in Norman's hand, and was a little surprised.
"This has nothing to do with you."
Before the woman could finish asking, Norman gave him a cold look.
The secretary quickly woke up after hearing this and quickly swallowed the doubts on his lips.
She had received professional training and naturally knew what to ask and what not to ask, but she was too surprised just now. After all, her boss did not have this thing in his hands more than ten minutes ago.
After the woman returned to her seat, Norman looked at the invitation letter in his hand carefully.
Since he can avoid the eyes of his elite bodyguards and this stupid woman and deliver the invitation letter to himself, no matter how the other party does it, this invitation letter is worth seeing.
The cover of the invitation has a somewhat weird logo, a robot hand wants to touch a human hand, and below the logo, there is a line of small slogans:
"The Holy Land of Science, the Forbidden Zone of God."
Norman is not a devout Christian, but when he saw this logo, he couldn't help but frown.
"How bold. Are these slogans and patterns intended to express the idea that science can replace God?"
Norman murmured in a low voice, then he snorted coldly and turned the first page.
Suddenly, a piece of text written with a gel pen came into view.
This passage may not seem to be anything special at first glance, but the more you look at it carefully, the more remarkable it becomes.
Because in these words, whether it is the spacing between letters or the similarity between the same letters, they are almost the same.
You know, even if a calligrapher who has been practicing for decades deliberately writes two identical letters, it will be difficult to do it exactly. This is not a technical problem, but a problem of human beings' control of their own muscles.
Unless someone can control every subtle force of his muscles with incomparable precision, then it is possible to write exactly the same letters.
But is there such a person in the world
Norman might not believe it before, but now he had to believe it, because he couldn't see any difference between the entire text, just like the standard text typed by a computer, clean and neat.
But anyone can see that this is definitely not a font printed by a computer, because this text has a strong personal style, each stroke is majestic, and the strokes caused by handwriting cannot be easily simulated by a computer.
What kind of person can write such miraculous words
Norman took a deep breath, now more interested in the invitation.
"Dear Mr. Norman Foster:"
"When you read this text, it proves that it has been delivered to you. Please forgive us for leaving without saying goodbye."
"As you can see, we are an organization called 'God's Forbidden Zone', which was founded voluntarily by a group of people who are dedicated to the pursuit of extending life. Our goal is to break the human body's Haiflik limit and obtain the right only possessed by gods-eternal life. . ”
"To this end, we have launched a plan called 'Human Life Escape', which includes hundreds of scientific and technological projects to extend human life. The ones currently being implemented include: aging reversal treatment, cloned organ transplantation, Alzheimer's reversal treatment, Thirteen projects including neural stem cell connection regeneration and cancer cell cyclin-dependent kinase."
"Among these projects, two projects, 'aging reversal therapy' and 'cloning organ transplantation', have been successful. Once these two technologies are used interchangeably, a natural person's life span can be extended by more than thirty years."
"To this end, we have attached some information on these two technologies. If you think the information is not convincing, you can also log on to the URL provided in the invitation letter to view the video files of these two technologies."
“If you are interested in our project, please contact us on the website.”
Finally, there is the signature of God's forbidden area.
After reading this content, Norman's eyes couldn't help but twitch.
It has to be said that when he saw the words 'aging reversal treatment', his heart suddenly beat violently, as he should have looked down on everything.
But then, this heartbeat immediately turned into doubt.
Fraudulent organization
It's not like Norman has never encountered similar situations.
There is a similar case in their own circle. Several wealthy old men in the financial world were persuaded to invest tens of millions because they found an organization similar to the Alcor Life Extension Foundation on the Internet. As a result, within two days, the other party directly Making money and running away has made these old rich men a laughing stock in the financial world.
Norman didn't want to have a wise life, only to have it ruined by this incident when he died.
But…
What if what the other person said is true
Norman was silent for a moment, and then smiled bitterly - yes, so what if he knew that this organization was probably fake, couldn't he just ignore it
Norman's eyes were fixed on the words "life extension by thirty years".
Now that he is sixty-eight years old, although his body is still strong, how long can this rare health be maintained
I am no longer young. Maybe I can live for ten to twenty years, or maybe a cold tomorrow will kill me. Who can say for sure
Thinking of this, Norman sighed silently and straightened up from the recliner, "Emily, go out and call my son Leo in."
"As you command, Mr. Norman."