Chapter 231: Don't accept his invitation

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the final surgery tomorrow. This time we are using an adult very close to his size and the chip implanted in his brain is very advanced ......"

Inside Duan Wen's cozy office sits a man in a white research suit with peach eyes and thin lips, who else but Anthony?

Anthony had just come back from Shanghai, he was very tired and dusty, as soon as he came to the island, he was called by Duan Wen to talk about the progress of some things, and he hadn't rested so far.

Duan Wen took a sip of his tea, "I look forward to it, and please make sure you don't let me down."

"I'm sure he'll be very good." Anthony said, "The only fly in the ointment is that the body is a bit older, after all, the human brain you supplied me with was in its twenties, and you're asking me to use a human body that's in its forties, which is really not necessary."

Duan Wen smiled, but his eyes were cold: "Is it necessary that I can't be clearer than you?"

"......"

"That's it, it's getting late." Duan Wen raised his hand and looked at his wristwatch, "You go ahead and rest. After the final surgery tomorrow, I'll come and check the receipt. By the way, the device for the blood parasites, you should also keep an eye on it as soon as possible. Our blood parasites seem to be restless lately."

Anthony heard this with an ironic expression, "If he is restless, he is not far from death. You also know that I saved him from death, and as long as he's alive, he'll never be able to get what he wants."

With these profound words, Anthony arose, and, with an indebtedness, excused himself and walked to the door.

Before he could raise his hand to push the door, there was a knock on it.

Duan Wen: "Enter."

"Mr. Duan, the people are here for you." The servant opened the door and informed with a lowered brow.

Anthony and the man standing behind the servant met each other's eyes, and both of their figures stiffened.

Anthony squints, "Xie Qingcheng ......"

"He is my guest." Duan Wen's voice came coldly from behind the desk, "Please let him in, and by the way, remember to take the door with you on your way out."

Although Anthony was very disgusted with Xie Qingcheng, but because of Duan Wen's face, he still grunted coldly, said nothing, and walked out of the office with his head held high as he passed by Xie Qingcheng on the wrong side of his shoulders.

This is the first official meeting between Duan Wen and Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng surveyed the legendary Mr. Duan - about forty years old, with a high eye and deep nose, and a straight ...... face, but I don t know why, Xie Qingcheng looked at him, but he vaguely felt that there was a nerve in his brain that was jutting, as if reminding him of something.

"Professor Xie." Duan Wen folded his hands on his desk and smiled politely towards him, "It's been a long time since I've heard of you, please have a seat."

The table was elegantly decorated with Kung Fu tea sets, flower arrangements, and incense, and Duan Wen asked the maid to remove the set of tea he and Anthony had been drinking and make a new pot to bring up.

"I heard General Manager He say that Professor Xie likes to drink Snowy Cold Fragrance, I happen to have it here, so I brought it for my guests. How is it, are you all used to staying here with me?"

Xie Qingcheng did not touch the teacup.

A few moments later, indifferently, he said, "How accustomed do you think I could be to living here in the place of the enemy who killed my father and mother."

"I'm sorry about Officer Xie and Officer Zhou." Duan Wen saw that Xie Qingcheng did not touch the teacups and poured one for himself, raising it to Xie Qingcheng, "Killing them was really not the intention of our organization, in fact, we greatly appreciated both of them for their spirit and talent, and in my eyes, they were the real police officers. Dream Breakers Those High Officials ......"

He laughed a little, "Just wearing a pretty skin."

Xie Qingcheng coldly: "Whether they count as police or not is not something you, a criminal, are qualified to talk about."

"I think everyone has the right and freedom to talk about their ideas." Duan Wen smiles.

Xie Qingcheng was even colder, his lips barely moving, "Freedom and power shouldn't be used and abused maliciously."

Duan Wen looked at him with great interest, "You're still really skillful, did you want to be a negotiator when you were a kid."

Xie Qingcheng : "You came to me to talk about childhood?"

Duan Wen laughed out loud, ''It's not impossible if Professor Xie is willing. I was originally just casually looking for you to have a chat today, nothing else. You don't have to be so resistant."

"There's nothing to talk about between me and you."

"Not necessarily." Duan Wen looked over at him languidly, "Meet your parents' remodeler."

"......"

"Feeling affectionate?"

"......"

Duan Wen took another sip of tea and slowly said, "If I tell you that we can bring your parents back to life in the future through medical and virtual reality technology ...... as long as you work for Mandela, I don't know if you, Prof. Xie, are willing to do so?"

Xie Qingcheng counted on knowing what Duan Wen came to see him for today.

When you're almost done shutting down, you come to turn the tables.

Using affection and the thoughts of the living for the dead to draw people into his fold.

When Duan Wen rebelled against He Yu, he used this tactic, if He Yu hadn't talked to him in advance and was caught off guard, it would have been very easy for him to be psychologically affected.

Xie Qingcheng said, "My relatives died in the spontaneous combustion explosion of a truck that you planned twenty years ago, and there are no bones left, do you think that I would recognize my parents as my parents when you make a reformed human being by relying on data, diaries, and battle footage, and trampling on the lives of innocent people."

Duan Wen looked at him slyly through his tea and smiled a little, "It seems He Yu explained the Reformer situation to you. What else did he explain to you?"

Xie Qingcheng and Duan Wen met eye-to-eye and didn't shy away from each other, "I'm as disgusted by him as I am by you, there's nothing more to say."

Duan Wen smiled and lowered his head to fill another tea for himself, "...... You don t have to be so resistant, Professor Xie. Mr. He is a person like this, he likes you very much, and although his mouth always says that he hates you, he doesn't seem to have hurt you much excessively. Isn't that right? I see that he's also quite good to you these days."

Xie Qingcheng did not show half a crack, and said morosely, "Do you think that imprisoning me and insulting me is good for me."

"You are, after all, an enemy." Duan Wen said, "If you are willing to join Mandela, he will have no reason and little qualification to do this to you. ...... Are you sure you don't want a little tea?"

Tomorrow is the decisive battle. Duan Wen doesn't know the plan of the Dream Breaker, but Xie Qingcheng knows it very well. He could not touch the water and food that Duan Wen had given him at this time.

He said coldly, "I have no interest whatsoever."

"That's a shame." Duan Wen stared him in the face, "I think you'd be better off with a little drink."

Xie Qingcheng turned his face away.

After a moment of silence, Duan Wen put the tea cup down, it seems that he also does not intend to force Xie Qingcheng to drink this snowy cold incense. He folded his fingers and spoke slowly, "I won't force you to do anything. But I suggest you think about it, I appreciate your parents as much as I appreciate you, making thought chips is a high consumption thing, so although there are many reformers on the island, there are only a handful of 'Storm Killing' reformers with implanted thoughts, those are the fine things we do on the road to the future, so we usually only pick the admirable people for this experiment so that their minds can be 'reborn'."

"......"

"We have to kill them out of position and conflict of interest, but we prefer that such people are on our own side." Duan Wen said lightly, "That's why we took the data from your parents' lives and implanted it into other people's brains to make a violent killing."

Xie Qingcheng's eyes quenched with fire, and his gaze stabbed at Duan Wen like a knife: "So, I have to thank you, right?"

Duan Wen spread his hands a little, "I can understand your feelings. But I am telling the truth, there are too few honorable people in this world, most of them are dregs, incompetent and stupid, shaped like pigs and dogs, these people are simply occupying natural resources by living, mediocre to the core yet confident to the core. Just like those dream breakers, they say they are policemen, but in my opinion, policemen should be like your parents, like Zheng Jingfeng."

"They may not have a high official salary, but there is a always just, yearning for justice brave heart, willing to pay the price of life to find a truth, dare to believe, but also dare to insist, able to money and power in front of can also guard their professional ethics. After all, the police two words, not the clothes on the shoulders of the title, not the power and authority, but the heavy responsibility and shackles."

Xie Qingcheng's face stiffened slightly when he heard this, and he didn't know whether he was infuriated or for some other reason, but his hand resting on the chair paled slightly.

Duan Wen says, "I respect every real police officer, even if I have to kill them, and I hope that someday our technology can bring them back - and in the same way, I feel the same way about doctors."

"......"

"I respect Qin Ciyan and I respect you. You are rare talents who deserve the best protection and the highest respect. What this society cannot give you, I can."

"How do you give it? You've already taken their lives, do you think the ones you've built off of virtual reality organ transplants are going to be able to replace them in their own right?"

"Anyone can be replaced and recreated, as long as their mind remains."

Xie Qingcheng had suppressed anger in his eyes, "In this world, there is no one you think you can't replace by any means?"

Duan Wen was silent for a moment and said, "In fact, why should it be called replacing, if you look at it from another angle, whether it's virtual reality or organ transplantation, isn't it all a continuation of life."

"......"

"Consider what I say." Duan Wen said, "History is written by the victors, perhaps in a few hundred years we will represent true justice?"

Xie Qingcheng stares at Duan Wen but doesn't respond to anything.

After a long time, Xie Qingcheng suddenly said, "My parents and Zheng were life and death friends when we were interns at the police academy, so I'm afraid you also took these words to talk down Zheng. Did he succumb to you."

Duan Wen played with the spike on the teapot, and said blandly, without much expression, "Not yet, but I'll be looking for him after I'm done talking to you. Why, if he's willing, are you?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng's fingers tightened on the armrest, and he said in a single word, "He won't say yes to you, just like I won't either."

"Words don't have to be so dead." Duan Wen smiled faintly, "Mr. He was stubborn at first, we locked him up, for a long time, softly and firmly, but in the end he agreed. I believe time can change everything. When you go back, you can give it a good reconsideration."

That's pretty much the end of the conversation.

Duan Wen rose to see off the guests in a gentlemanly manner, ''Professor Xie, you can mention any of your living needs here. When you wish, the door to Mandela's Supreme Laboratory will open for you immediately. --Please."

Xie Qingcheng also stood up, and he and Duan Wen finally locked eyes for a moment, their gazes shockingly cold.

At last he turned, pushed back his chair, and left without a word, accompanied by the servants.

After Xie Qingcheng left, Duan Wen resumed his seat in front of the desk, he finished the last bit of tea and then extinguished the incense on the desk.

He asked the other servant who stood by his side.

"How's He Yu over there."

The servant bowed and replied, "He has just been invited by the Dowager, he seemed very reluctant about it, but finally went to the lab."

"Good." Duan Wen asked again, "So, has his afternoon video been pulled up and organized."

"It's been organized, please take a look."

In the tablet presented by the maid, there was a condensed version of what He Yu had done that day, and all the behaviors that deserved to be noticed were in it. Duan Wen took some time to go through them all, finally dragging the progress bar back to the footage of He Yu going to the lab.

He pulled the camera in close and zoomed in.

In the scene, He Yu is busy sitting on his test bench. The camera drags all the way up to maximum, and Duan Wen gets a good look at what he's been working on this afternoon; sitting on his test bench is something he didn't expect at all ......

Duan Wen rested one hand against his lips, frowning as he scrutinized and pondered.

Maid: "Want to keep staring?"

Duan Wen said slowly, "Stare. But ......"

His eyes paused for a moment on the object in the security footage.

Continuing, "Don't be too tight. Don't be alarmed."

He said, his frown still unrelieved; as much as he suspected He Yu, this looked like it shouldn't have been recently, even if He Yu had made any moves.

Still, even recently, he'd kept his hand in and didn't have to worry too much about it. It was the surgery Anthony would be in charge of tomorrow that was looming on the horizon, and he'd have to turn his attention to that for the time being.

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When Xie Qingcheng returned to the room, he found that He Yu was no longer in the room.

He was surprised because He Yu doesn't miss appointments for no reason.

Duan Wen's maid was circumspect, bowing and explaining to him, "Mr. He has a temporary job and should be back later. You have a good rest, Professor Xie."

With that, he retired.

It's already after 10pm, and He Yu is suddenly called in to work late, coincidence? Or is it ......

Xie Qingcheng was anxious.

He subconsciously tried to touch his cigarettes, but ended up touching nothing. He Yu did not allow him to smoke, and ever since he coughed up blood, He Yu refused to let him smell even the slightest bit of cigarette smoke.

The God of wind system is also not readily accessible because in many cases, it is not convenient for He Yu to contact him in this way, and it is easy to be detected.

He walked back and forth in the house, the dishes on the table have not moved, He Yu should want to wait for him to come back to eat together. No note, no message, God of wind Close ...... He Yu should have left in a hurry, and there is little chance to leave him any clues.

All he could do was wait in this house.

Anxious, yet clueless, they waited during the last time they could be alone.

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Right now, in the incense-burning room of Duan Cuizhen, He Yu wiped the blood from his fingertips and finished controlling the last living sample.

The "little boy" in the red dress sits in the chair, looking like a flower that will rot before it can bloom, her complexion as white as a corpse, and the back of her hand poked with a drip. Duan Cuizhen's health was already in poor shape, and the perverse rejection that followed the brain transplant made the seconds feel like years.

Duan Cuizhen nodded as he watched He Yu's control over the living, "You are capable of coming in handy if there is any more large scale attacks. You need to protect the organization, and more importantly, your own mother."

He Yu drops his eyelashes and yawns without moving, "That's natural, resurrecting her is the only reason I'm still alive."

The blood compulsion was almost tried, he hadn't let her see anything different about him, and now he was ready to go back at any time.

However, Duan Cuizhen instructed her left and right to push her wheelchair and came to He Yu under protection.

"Come with me to the basement, we've gotten hold of a lot of data on people's reactions over the years, using hearing water to simulate blood compulsion. Through this data, we made you a biological weapon device specifically designed to expand the blood compulsion's range of influence." Her eyes glowed with the essence of horrifying excitement, an expression that appeared on the face of a young boy was truly horrifying to the extreme.

Duan Cuizhen says, "It's almost done, come with me. It still needs a bit of your genetic values, young man. We need to gather it all right away."

"......" He Yu didn't expect the old woman to stop, but there was no way he could pull away.

Duan Cuizhen : "What's up? Are you doing anything tonight?"

Her eyes were on him with some scrutiny, very wary.

"...... No." He Yu tugged at his lips and smiled a little, his gaze ghostly, as Duan Cuizhen headed for the special elevator that led to the basement.

By now, the clock on the wall was pointing to eleven fifteen.

Only six or seven hours left until dawn.

He Yu took a deep breath, controlled his emotions and demeanor, and stepped into the elevator behind Duan Cuizhen's wheelchair.

"Press the indicator." Duan Cuizhen said quietly, "You're the closest."

He Yu pressed.

Duan Cuizhen still stared at him thoughtfully, "What are you thinking about? Distracted."

"I was wondering what kind of device that was." He Yu replied without moving.

The elevator descended and a few seconds later, reached the appropriate floor.

Duan Cuizhen finally averted his eyes as the barn door opened, "Soon you'll be able to appreciate it."

She was out the door in her wheelchair.

He Yu was only slightly relieved at this point.

--Must be back for the appointment before dawn.

That's what he really thinks.

It's the only thing he has left to hold on to.