Start from the old nine gates

Chapter 42 Hooked 1
There are some wooden boxes stacked here

Before opening it, Chen Yuan, who was standing aside, felt the cold aura emanating from the box.

Turning his head, Chen Yuan spoke to Camille beside him.

"Go out first, don't let anyone else in without my order."

After Camille left, Chen Yuan's mental strength moved.

The lid of the wooden box suddenly began to shake violently, and then with a whoosh, the nails on it flew out one by one.

Immediately, Chen Yuan waved his right hand, and the wooden lids floated up one by one as if they had lost gravity, and then stacked up beside them.

Stepping to the front of the box, he moved the weeds on the top to the side, and looked at the antiques slowly inside the wooden box, and a smile appeared on his face.

Chen Yuan couldn't wait to reach out his right hand, and the evolution points in the panel began to increase rapidly. As the last antique was absorbed by Chen Yuan, the evolution points suddenly reached 65 points.

With such a large amount of evolution points in the account, Chen Yuan couldn't help feeling relieved.

With sufficient evolution points, it will become much easier whether it is used to improve strength or expand the Immortal Society.

As for these antiques, Chen Yuan thought about it and decided to save them first.

Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times.

Chen Yuan still understood this sentence, at this juncture, antiques are probably the least valuable things.

Then the footsteps moved lightly, and came to the last gray-black box with danger signs carved on it.

Just in case, Chen Yuan arranged a mental cover for himself first, and just opened the cover in front of him, a nauseating smell emanated from it.

Look carefully.

There is a corpse inside, it looks like it has been dead for a long time, its eyes are like glass beads, it seems that there is a feeling of staring at each other.

Most of the body had already rotted away, pieces of rotten meat fell under the wooden box, white bones were also partly visible, and the whole body showed a dilapidated appearance.

If it hadn't been for the trip to the mansion, the endurance of my heart had improved a lot, maybe I wouldn't be able to stare at the corpse in front of me so calmly.

Densely packed white bugs kept coming in and out on the rotting corpse.

As if sensing the aura of a stranger, those parasites gushed out from the brain, belly, and lower body one after another, like a group of flesh worms, tightly packed together, climbing on the inner wall of the wooden box.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yuan couldn't help but frown. If a patient with dense disease saw this scene, he wouldn't be scared to death.

However, Chen Yuan didn't dare to let these bugs come out. With a thought, the wooden cover on the side flew back again and closed it tightly.

This parasite came from the mutated energy of meteoric copper radiation. Compared with the T virus, although it is somewhat inferior, it can also be called an extremely terrifying thing.

Such dangerous things cannot be placed here. If someone accidentally opens them, the consequences will be unimaginable.

After thinking for a long time, Chen Yuan decided to store this thing in his storage space first.

With the improvement of mental strength, the storage space has also become hundreds of cubic meters in size.

In the storage space, although the flow of time is not static, it is also extremely slow.

On the other side, Aude Times Medical Building.

The general manager runs the company.

"A mysterious and special energy."

Evan looked at the experimental results in his hand, slammed onto the table, and asked Dr. Manhattan in front of him.

"Doctor Manhattan, is this the result you spent half a month on for me?"

Apparently, the imitation of Dr. Manhattan, which Evan had high hopes for, failed.

"Manager Evan, I have found some imitation ideas based on this sample, and I can give me another one or two years, oh no, half a year can also produce some preliminary results."

"Of course, if I can find the source of this mysterious energy, I can."

Before Manhattan finished speaking, Evan interrupted the other party directly, sighed and said:

"Dr. Manhattan, I understand what you mean. You have been working hard these days. Let's do this. I will give you two days off to spend some time with your girlfriend."

Manhattan is a genius, who was discovered by Evan himself, and he has great confidence in his ability.

If you can't even do it in Manhattan, it is estimated that others will have little chance.

"One or two years is really too long. The old man can't last that long."

Evan, who had a little understanding of the opponent's physical condition, still had some helpless thoughts in his heart.

Sometimes, fate is like this, never leaving you a chance to breathe.

After Manhattan walked out, Evan sat on the office chair and looked at the report about Mortimer's cancer on the desktop.

"Mortimer, is this all in your expectation." Evan muttered to himself, "Then what is your purpose?"

This is the point that Evan is most puzzled by. Most of Mortimer's industry is biased towards manufacturing, and it really has nothing to do with the biomedicine of the Ord era.

But no matter what, this visit was obviously unavoidable.

Even Evan had doubts, but when he remembered that the deadline given to the old man was only the last day, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and pay a visit.

"Ariel, come in."

Evan looked up at the assistant who came in through the door, and said calmly: "Ariel, go and send an invitation to the boss of Al-Qaeda Manufacturing Company, saying that I have a business to discuss with him tonight, Let’s book the location at the Hilton Hotel first.”

After speaking, Evan continued to lower his head to deal with his own work.

Ariel walked out of the office with a look of hesitation on her face. After thinking about it, she went to the fax machine beside her and sent a message to a stranger before she walked out of the company building.

At eight o'clock in the evening, a black car stopped in front of the Hilton Hotel.

Soon a young man in a black suit and a pair of sunglasses walked straight into the lobby of the hotel and came to the counter.

"Open a presidential suite."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter said kindly with a smile on his originally plain face.
Then he lowered his head and checked the computer in front of him for a while before raising his head, "Sir, there are still three presidential suites, namely rooms 516, 432, and 685. I don't know which one you want to choose."

"Room 516." The young man stretched out his white palm on the counter seemingly casually.

"Okay sir, here is the key to your room, please keep it safe." After the young man paid the money, the waiter bowed and said.

"If you have any questions, you can call the hotel customer service through the landline in the room."

"Ah."

The young man responded lightly, and went straight to room 516 without looking back, only to see that the other party took off his black sunglasses.

With an extremely familiar face, this person is Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan came to the living room, sat cross-legged on the floor stall, his majestic mental power suddenly spread and penetrated downwards, and soon felt the scene in room 416.

Inside room 416,
In the huge room, only Evan and Mortimer were sitting.

"Mr. Mortimer is really a treasure trove. At this age, he still has to worry about managing the company." Evan smiled broadly and mentioned the news circulating in the news these days.

"Where, where, it is enviable that the Aude era is flourishing in Mr. Evan's hands, and the market value has doubled several times," Mortimer said with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Mortimer put down the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Evan came to me today to discuss something. I don't know what the reason is."

"Old fox, why are you pretending to be young? Didn't you force me to come here to find you?" Evan cursed secretly in his heart.

"By the way, there is indeed one thing that has something to do with Mr. Mortimer." Evan looked at Mortimer with deep eyes, "A test sample we sent from your company showed some special curative effects. .”

"I think Mr. Mortimer is well aware that we are interested in all kinds of strange things in the medical profession. If I can, I would like to pay a high price for some."

"I don't know, Mr. Mortimer would like to."

(End of this chapter)