After I lost my job, I started to get rich from plane trading.

Mo Qinglan made an appointment with Zhu Lin for a specific time to go see him. When he realized that the most suitable time was now, he decisively moved a chair next to him, sat next to Zhu Lin, and asked him to call up the original Image information, start looking.

Of course, he wasn't that honest. He just stared at it and privately asked the system to scan and save the pictures.

Therefore, while watching, the system has taken the opportunity to save the relevant pictures and data information into his own hands.

Moreover, most of the materials reported by Zhu Lin are scattered because each situation is different, and the system directly sorts them in a centralized manner based on the relevant situations.

When Mo Qinglan asked to go back, Zhu Lin still didn't react.

"Have you finished reading it?" After saying that, he flipped through the pages.

"No, there is quite a lot of information. I have to go back and think about it." Mo Qinglan did not intend to read it all at once. Although he had the system in hand, in the eyes of others, he just read it.

In this case, we must not look too fast.

"Okay, just come to me when you want to see it. If I'm in the station, it should be fine most of the time." Zhu Lin was worried that he was a little embarrassed, so he added.

"I understand, then I'll leave first, and you don't need to stay up too long." After Mo Qinglan finished speaking, he was about to leave.

"Ah...if you want me to rest early, come and help me." Zhu Lin's tone was unspeakably sad.

Mo Qinglan touched his nose and thought of how Zhu Lin had rejected him outright when he came to him and wanted him to join.

"Huh? The weather is nice today. My experiment should be done, so I'll leave first." Mo Qinglan pretended that he didn't hear clearly, opened the door of the office and walked out.

After leaving the door, Mo Qinglan's expression suddenly turned serious from the playful smile just now.

It was no longer suitable to stay outside at this time. If it was later, there would still be a risk of being attacked even inside the station, so he had to rush back to his residence as soon as possible.

Turning on the illuminator in his hand, Mo Qinglan walked back along the cleared path.

Inadvertently, he seemed to step on a raised place under his feet.

The moment he stepped on it, the thing seemed to be awakened and suddenly moved.

This startled Mo Qinglan, who had been holding the string tightly, and took a few steps back.

As he stepped back, he turned the brightness of the illuminator to maximum, and then he could see clearly what was on the ground - a branch.

It was exactly the same as the closed branches in his laboratory. The branches became active after he stepped on them, and they were about to get closer to him again.

Mo Qinglan's eyes sharpened, and he immediately took out a box from his body and put the thing in again.

He didn't expect that this thing would actually appear in front of him again.

It looked like his movements were going to speed up.

Otherwise, it is difficult not to suspect that if this matter is not resolved, he will encounter these things on his way out and back every day.

Although there is no danger at present and there is no attack on him, it is unclear what the future will be like.

Maybe they are "courtesy first, then soldier"?

Now I'm just trying to find a way to "invite" him. If he doesn't know what to do, it's not impossible to tie him up directly with these things.

Besides, being able to have so many branches and allowing them to detach from the main trunk and still remain active shows that this plant is not bad whether it is a green banyan tree or not.

I just don’t know the reason for Zhu Lin’s ambiguous attitude towards these things.

Zhu Lin must have known where these things came from, but he just didn't tell him. Mo Qinglan didn't like this kind of thing that was beyond his scope.

It's not like he hasn't tried to ask Zhu Lin about related things, but every time this topic comes up, Zhu Lin avoids it.

After a few times, Mo Qinglan understood what he meant, no matter how ignorant he was.

It seemed that it was impossible to get information from him, so Mo Qinglan could only find a way on her own.

Fortunately, the other party didn't block him here in the information, otherwise he wouldn't know where to get the information.

Taking the box with the sealed branches, Mo Qinglan returned to her laboratory.

"Pa" As he opened the door, the lights in the entire laboratory lit up.

The bright light made him a little unaccustomed. After rubbing his aching head, Mo Qinglan casually pulled a lazy sofa next to him and sat down.

His lazy sofa was customized by Su Nianwei before, and it could bury his entire body in it.

The soft touch and relaxing fragrance gradually relaxed the strings in Mo Qinglan's heart that had been tense for a day.

Before Su Nianwei contacted him, he had been working continuously for half a month. He had finally completed what Lawrence had asked him to do for help, and he was also busy with his own experiments, never getting free time to rest.

Doing experiments is a very energy-consuming thing, and you have to maintain a high degree of concentration. The fatigue caused by it is indescribable.

He originally planned to collect the last batch of medicinal materials and go to rest, but after chatting with Su Nian, he felt that he had been exposed to shocking secrets, and his energy suddenly rose.

This excitement has been supporting him until just now, and he has only had a moment of relaxation until now.

"System, compare this data." Mo Qinglan didn't even raise his eyebrows and directly issued instructions to the system.

When he was at Desolate Star, he entered the database with the special permission of those people. In order to prevent any omissions in his memory, he also specifically asked the system to scan all the information.

Now that Zhu Lin has some of the information, although it is incomplete, it is still possible to make a basic comparison.

While systematically comparing data, he was also thinking about the connection between game designers and aristocratic families.

Why do those aristocratic families take people away on the pretext of "hiring game designers as teachers for the family's younger generations"?

And through his search today, he found that only game designers who had recently quit the game industry were still somewhat popular. There was no news about game designers who were more than ten years old or older at all.

What about those people?

Is it to be like the agreement they signed that no information be released to the public during the agreement period, or is it that they are no longer alive like those people in the information he saw before?

Mo Qinglan didn't know. In fact, if Su Nianwei hadn't suddenly mentioned this matter, he might not have noticed that there was no news about these seniors after they quit.

It seems that these people are also deliberately downplaying their traces. If it were not for his previous career reasons, he would conduct a detailed analysis of those excellent game works one by one and dig deeply into the thoughts of those game designers. He forgot about it after two years.

After all, people of their generation seem to be very good at forgetting and will only focus on the immediate things. No matter how big things happen, after a while, when a new hot spot appears, they will forget about the past.