Fang Shan looked at him deeply and stepped into the threshold.
Behind the glass door is a solid iron door, with a total of five people standing guarding the narrow entrance. The one with the highest salary right now is a security guard. An excellent security guard must have at least a C-level mental strength.
They were both mentally powerful people, and several security guards instantly judged that the person's ability was above theirs.
Out of respect for the strong, the security captain politely asked them in person the purpose of their visit.
"Examination." Wei Sushen pointed at Fang Shan and himself, silently clarifying the subject of the examination.
The most common thing people come here to do is paternity testing. No matter whether it is before or after the end of the world, all kinds of weird things happen one after another. In comparison, it is just to verify whether they are biological brothers. In their opinion, there is no meaning in even gossip.
After signing and paying, the staff took the samples and gave them priority for expedited processing. Fang Shan and Wei Sushen sat in the lounge, waiting for the results to come out.
Time passed very slowly. I don't know how long it had passed. The door of the lounge was pushed open. The person who brought them the appraisal report was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She shook her head: "It's a pity."
The frequency of these three words appearing here is even much higher than outside the door of the hospital operating room.
"According to the test results, it is basically impossible for the two of them to be biological brothers."
There was no painful struggle as expected by the staff. Wei Sushen's expression seemed to be coated with a layer of soft light. Compared with his usual serious smile, this expression could be said to be overjoyed for him.
The woman stared at him with strange eyes, deducing countless possibilities in her mind, none of which could explain the current situation.
In her confusion, Wei Sushen calmly walked out of the appraisal center.
Fang Shan didn't know where the joy came from: "Zhang Tian and the others were eating in the mall, but they have probably left by this point."
Wei Sushen lowered his head and glanced at his phone, only to find that Zhang Tianyou sent a text message half an hour ago. It contained the address of the hotel and told them to meet here when they were done.
Fang Shan looked at him suspiciously, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Why do you care so much about whether you and the original person are brothers?"
Wei Sushen responded coldly: "I have no brotherly love for you."
It was quite blunt, but Fang Shan was caught off guard and was teased. He looked at Wei Su Shen and understood deeply what it means to be as tall as the devil. The speed of evolution of the host must exceed the speed of improvement of his acting skills.
"Speaking of which," Fang Shan's smile that was about to reach the depths of his eyes was forcibly dispelled: "What is the mission?"
Wei Sushen was asked.
Fang Shan: "Could it be that you haven't watched it yet?"
Wei Sushen pretended to be calm: "There's no rush."
After saying that, he started browsing the information.
Mission: Endwalker.
Note: Born towards death, the crazy doctor is addicted to endless death to experience the meaning of life. Please destroy the latest virus developed by Dr. Bai within the specified time so that the apocalypse can end smoothly.
Time limit: before winter comes.
While Wei Sushen was thinking about it, he looked at Fang Shan's probing eyes and said calmly: "The difficulty is average."
Fang Shan nodded: "The mission only requires destroying the virus. If necessary, we can make a sidestep and try to destroy the founder directly."
Dr. Bai.
Even though the memory is confused, the original person still remembers some information about Dr. Bai. This memory comes from the fear deep in his heart.
Dr. Bai was just a biologist before the end of the world. He was very famous in his field, but to ordinary people, he had basically never heard of it. What made him shine in the middle of the apocalypse was that he used his profound knowledge to develop a reagent that could stimulate spiritual powers for ordinary people. Although the success rate was only 30%, it could not be used for those without spiritual powers. For people, it is nothing more than a life-saving straw.
However, when this reagent was first promoted, many people could not afford to use it because of the difficulty of its preparation and its high price. Over time, Dr. Bai was angered and considered to be a lackey of capital, specializing in serving privileges. There were endless assassination attacks against him. Its number.
The doctor, who was originally extreme in character, darkened as expected amid this kind of denunciation.
"For big forces, it is not difficult to catch a doctor," Fang Shan consolidated the information: "But because of the doctor's talent, and the fact that this person is dealing with the people who assassinated him in the first place, it is just a verbal warning."
After a sudden thought, Dr. Bai became completely anonymous, and after messing with several major things, he is now missing.
Wei Sushen: "As long as we find the person, the follow-up will not be a problem."
"All the information about Dr. Bai has disappeared long ago." Fang Shan took out the pen and paper that he often used to record black accounts, and started a temporary sketch: "According to my experience, the crazy doctor in the apocalypse usually wears a white coat. The figure must be thin, the face must be sickly and handsome, the skin must be pale, and most likely, he will wear gold-rimmed glasses.”
As he spoke, a plump image appeared on the paper.
Wei Sushen tilted his head and allowed him to make inferences seriously. When Fang Shan showed the finished product, he said lightly: "Once upon a time, someone told me that miracle doctors prefer white robes, and the leader of the Demon Cult likes red clothes..."
Fang Shan covered his mouth: "A good man never mentions his bravery."
Wei Sushen rubbed the center of his eyebrows: "But scientists spend most of their time in the laboratory, so it makes sense that their skin is paler than that of ordinary people."
Fang Shan nodded: "I have been reading for too many years, so there is a high chance that I will wear glasses."
This is true, but judging from the trajectory of their past missions, this matter is still open to discussion.
With a concern in his heart, Fang Shan sighed quietly and said, "I do have a good idea."
When Wei Sushen looked over, he said, "Let's go eat first."
He is not active in eating and has problems with his thinking.
Wei Sushen looked at him without saying anything. Fang Shan coughed and said, "It's better to think when you're full."
After being forcibly ordered not to eat data, Fang Shan became obsessed with the desire of words.
Wei Sushen didn't stop him: "It's not your true body. It doesn't hurt to eat more."
Fang Shan enjoyed the meal: "Good habits should be developed from the beginning."
Having said that, there is no intention of changing his behavior at all.
After he put down his chopsticks with a satisfied look on his face, Wei Sushen continued to talk about the business: "If the original owner's memory is correct, the last city Dr. Bai appeared in before disappearing happened to be Lingu."
Lingu is a remote town, and it is unlikely that third-level mutant plants will appear in such a place. A sudden mutation would be a bit too coincidental.
Fang Shan heard what he meant, which was to find a way to catch up with some capable people and find a way to find out something. After thinking about it, he wiped his mouth and said he could try it.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to pack a piece to take back. Except for Zhang Tian, everyone in the hotel was replenishing their energy while sleeping.
Zhang Tian didn't ask them what they had done, but he was still in a good mood: "You have made a great contribution this time."
Fang Shan originally wanted to directly ask about the current distribution of forces in the city, but suddenly changed his mind: "How is the progress of cleaning up the main road? Do you need help?"
"Pretty smooth." Zhang Tian said with a smile: "After all, there are S-level superpowers to help."
Fang Shan pretended to be surprised: "S-level?"
"This person originally had A-level mental power, but during the operation to suppress zombies, he accidentally evolved into S-level," Zhang Tian said with emotion: "Lingu may be a Feng Shui treasure land. I remember that a superpower evolved before. "
Fang Shan smiled half-heartedly: "I just don't know if I have such good luck."
Zhang Tian treated him as a simple joke and cooperated: "It's just around the corner."
When it comes to conversation, Fang Shan's ability can be said to be outstanding. Zhang Tian has a talkative nature, and the two chatted until midnight. Fang Shan walked back to the room with enough information.
When entering the door, he pretended to be mysterious and blinked: "Guess what I asked about?"
Wei Sushen didn't answer the question he threw, and looked at the time: "Three and a half hours."
In the middle of the night, two single men were in the same room talking loudly, long enough for him to wear a bright-colored cuckold.
Fang Shan understood the subtext between the lines and couldn't help but sigh... This is the disadvantage of having an affair.
Every high-ranking mistress will feel insecure and afraid that yesterday will happen again and she will end up being abandoned.
At this time, more words will lead to more mistakes. Fang Shan used empty oaths to prove his innocence.
There was silence between each other as they looked at each other. Fang Shan was moved by what he saw and was about to speak out his sweet words. Wei Su Shen spoke first and asked about the information he had received from Zhang Tian.
The absurdity in Fang Shan's eyes disappeared and he gave a piece of information that had been compiled.
Wei Sushen was surprised by his work efficiency and said with a smile: "My company is short of such a talent."
Fang Shan sat on the chair and stretched out: "Arthur will be sad when he hears this."
As an assistant, Arthur takes on all the responsibilities of the life committee on weekdays.
Wei Sushen stopped talking and lowered his head to read the content. The two spiritual evolvers had both evolved before. One evolved when he escaped from an infected wild dog attack when he was young, and the other was sad and angry because of the death of his friend. Improve below.
There is no doubt about the first mental power upgrade. The key is the second time. Before they had S-level mental power, both of them disappeared for a while.
Fang Shan played with his fingers boredly, turning his head and glanced at him: "Maybe he was captured and used as a test subject."
Wei Sushen nodded slightly and closed the notebook.
Fang Shan: "Many details can show that Dr. Bai is very interested in people who have had miracles happen to them. There was also an incident in which he stole the blood sample of a double-S spiritual power user."
Wei Sushen didn't know what he thought of and chuckled.
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows, and soon his eyes lit up: "This is actually a good thing."
Not only did they not die due to their excessive mental strength, they also recovered quickly in a short period of time. This is more than a miracle.
Thinking of this, he relaxed his shoulders slightly and leaned back on the chair. Fang Shan smiled and said, "It's impossible for Dr. Bai not to be interested in this situation."
I just don’t know if the other party has supernatural powers enough to know these things.
Wei Sushen looked at him: "Villains are usually very powerful."
I didn’t say a word after that, I can refer to you for details.
Fang Shan said suspiciously: "Why do I suspect that there is something in the host's words?"
Wei Sushen: "Illusion."
In the middle of the night, a storm broke out.
The sound of rain seems to naturally have the power to purify people's souls. The room Fang Shan and the others lived in was the last one in the hotel to turn off the lights. However, in a corner of this city, someone's bedside light stayed on all night.
The half-lying young man has a fairly fair baby face. Even if he is not smiling, he curls his lips slightly and his dimples are looming.
He stared at a certain spot on the blank wall for a long time. When he regained consciousness, he used an old-fashioned phone to slowly broadcast a series of numbers: "Arrange a dinner, I want to meet two people."