Love at Second Sight [Interstellar]

Zhuang Yan said: "Have you forgotten the oath you made when you joined the research institute? Have you forgotten the teacher's teaching?"

"Those oaths are just dreams made up by powerful people." Fitzgerald shot resentment in his eyes and still smiled, "However, you are also one of them, so naturally you are full of these grandiose lies, even , I have deceived myself."

"You lost yourself, or this is what you are." Zhuang Yan stood up and stared at Fitzgerald, "But why did you kill Daniel? You forgot that he introduced you to the institute of?"

A wave of anger finally filled his chest, he couldn't help but approached Fitzgerald and said, "You forgot how he reached out to give you a hand!"

"So what!" Fitzgerald pushed him away, turned on the console in the room, and switched to shielding mode, so that the movement and sound in the room would not be seen by people passing by outside.

Zhuang Yan sat back on the edge of the bed, panting, his hands trembling due to emotional fluctuations, but he had no strength. The people here must have injected him with medicine.

Fitzgerald stepped forward and grabbed his skirt, pulled him off the bed, pressed his head against the cold corner of the bed, and said through gritted teeth: "For people like you, from the teeth A small favor leaked through the cracks can change the lives of others, if I am grateful to you for a small favor, I will only be trampled under your feet for the rest of my life!"

Zhuang Yan only felt a sharp pain in the forehead, and even his brain was buzzing, and said: "Do you think you can become a master by relying on Langton? He is treason! The Crown Prince is not a mediocre person, and His Majesty is not confused. Langton It won't be long."

"Your Majesty?" Fitzgerald said contemptuously, "Your Majesty has already gone to see the late emperor!"

Zhuang Yan's heart sank, the emperor is dead?How long has he been in a coma?How far has the war progressed?

"When the Federal Army enters Fredkersburg, everything will be over for you!" Fitzgerald has fallen into a complacent mood, "The future will be the new Langton dynasty! Your family, your Newlywed husband..."

Zhuang Yan paused and said, "How do you know that Langton will definitely win?"

"The marshal will definitely win..."

Before Fitzgerald finished speaking, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and Qin Song's figure appeared outside the door.

"Major General Qin."

Fitzgerald paused, let go of Zhuang Yan, straightened his clothes, restored his sleek appearance, turned to face Qin Song, and the two exchanged a few words of greeting. Qin Song looked quite respectful.

Fitzgerald was about to leave, but Qin Song stopped him and said, "For precious experimental subjects, it's better not to be too rough in the doctor's research."

Fitzgerald's eyes darkened for a moment, then he lowered his head and said, "Naturally."

After Fitzgerald left, Qin Song walked to the bed and held out his hand.Zhuang Yan ignored him, panting, slowly stood up, sat on the bed, and after experiencing Fitzgerald, he had already developed a numbness to the truth: "It's time to let everything go."

Qin Song stood aside and looked at him, and said after a while: "What do you want to ask?"

"Does Daniel's death have anything to do with you?"

Qin Song said calmly, "I bribed him. This colleague of yours has been worrying about his status as a commoner. It couldn't be easier to buy his loyalty."

Zhuang Yan clenched his fists, then slowly loosened them, "Since when did it start?"

Qin Song thought for a while and said, "It's very early...you probably don't want to hear it if it's early."

Zhuang Yan said, "Why?"

This time Qin Song didn't answer, he took a deep look at Zhuang Yan, and answered the question: "We could have had a better ending."

There was a moment of silence between the two, then Qin Song said again: "By the way, I have some news for you about Admiral Zhou. In the Battle of Port Rent, the Second Army has been defeated and is retreating hastily. Admiral Zhou did indeed I love you very much, he used several hidden stakes planted by the marshal to find you, unfortunately not only did he know nothing about it, he also exposed his informant."

Zhuang Yan didn't speak, Qin Song's original intention was to persuade him to give in, but seeing Zhuang Yan's expressionless face, he knew it was useless to waste words, so he said: "If you have any requests, ask the people here, I will Give an order, and they will do what they can to accommodate you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the door, Zhuang Yan suddenly said, "Be nice to Mei."

Qin Song paused, and Zhuang Yan said, "She is your sister after all."

After Qin Song left, Zhuang Yan felt that all his mental strength had been exhausted. He lay down on the bed, his brain still noisy.Is what Qin Song said true?The Second Army should not be defeated so quickly, at least not before Fidekersburg. Maybe Qin Song lied to make him succumb. If it is true, what is Zhou Yuchen's plan?

He wouldn't believe the words that Zhou Yuchen loved him so much that he lost his mind and made mistakes in judgment, but at this moment, he really, desperately wanted to return to him.

Zhuang Yan looked at the pale ceiling.His journey will not end here, will it, A Xu?

In his spiritual realm, the black panther has been restlessly restless, as if he was under the influence of drugs, as if he wanted to leave the spiritual realm to find something, but he was confused because he couldn't find the direction.

Zhuang Yan felt strange and tried to communicate with the black panther through a spiritual connection, but he was too tired, the ceiling in front of him drifted further and further away, and he fell into the darkness again.

Zhuang Yan's guess was correct. This research center is now located in the snow-capped mountains of Ceres, which is where Zhuang Xu and the alien beast fought to the death eight years ago.

The elevator opened with a "ding", and the officer in the uniform of the Third Army and Fitzgerald walked into the floor where the research center was located.

"The big battle is imminent. Now that the sample has been caught, why haven't the results been seen for so long?"

The officer strode forward, and the oncoming researchers got out of the way one after another, and Fitzgerald quickly followed behind: "The experiment has encountered a small bottleneck at present."

He turned on the light panel, and displayed a scanned brain structure map. He pointed to the highlighted part, "The structure of this piece is too complicated, and I'm afraid we can't get anything from the detection of the instrument alone."

The officer stopped, looked at Fitzgerald, and squinted his eyes: "You mean to cut his brain open."

"Yes." Fitzgerald said firmly, although he didn't understand why his superiors suddenly sent a major general over to monitor the progress, but it would be great if he could take this opportunity to obtain authority.

The officer glanced at him, then at the scanned image, and said, "Let me see the sample first."

Fitzgerald stretched out his palm for authentication, the room opened, the officer walked in, and saw a thin man sitting on the bed.

Zhuang Yan's face changed when he saw the person walking in: "Brand Russell?"

His eyes made slight contact with Brande Russell, and then his body tensed up, making a vigilant gesture.Russell stood still for a while, looked him up and down, turned around and left the room without saying anything.

Fitzgerald hurriedly followed and said, "What do you think?"

Russell walked and looked ahead and said, "It's hard to say. As far as I know, Dr. Akutagawa's point of view is exactly the opposite of yours. He thinks that Zhuang Yan is the only sample that meets all the criteria so far, and he must be treated with caution."

Fitzgerald gritted his teeth and said, "But until now, there hasn't been any breakthrough, right? At this point, a bolder decision will definitely bring us a new breakthrough..."

"Are you sure it will bring a breakthrough?" Russell walked into Fitzgerald's office, turned around and said, "Zhuang Yan is still very useful to the Marshal, and the Second Army is still the trump card in the hands of Crown Prince Edward. It also provided Zhou Yuchen with a steady stream of supplies."

"As long as Zhuang Yan is still alive, he will be a check on these two families. If he dies, no one knows how much it will stimulate the Zhou family and the Zhuang family."

Facing the gradually disappointed Fitzgerald, Russell raised his lips and changed the topic, "Of course, personally, I agree with you, Doctor."

Fitzgerald's eyes lit up: "Your Excellency, would you like to speak for me in front of the Marshal?"

"No. Unless you are [-]% sure, dissection is definitely the worst policy in the eyes of the marshal." Russell looked at Fitzgerald, narrowed his eyes and said, "However, if we can finish all this before the marshal knows , I must be able to make up for it.”

Fitzgerald was taken aback, then shuddered and said, "You mean...?"

"What do you think?" Russell crossed his arms and approached Fitzgerald, "If you don't hand over the results by then, all your previous efforts will be wasted. Even if you finally hand in the results, it will be Dr. Akutagawa's first-class work. You don't want to I don't want to hand over the credit to Qin Song even if I'm inferior to others."

"What's more, as you know, Qin Song and Zhuang Yan have known each other for so many years, who can be sure that his reluctance to touch Zhuang Yan is only out of research considerations? If the research fails, his position is unshakable, but other people are not like this privilege."

Privilege, privilege again, Fitzgerald looked resentful and greedy, he had had enough of being trampled underfoot like this!Take this gamble, either be a master, or...

He looked at Russell: "How can we ensure that Akutagawa's people will not report after the autopsy?"

Russell smiled slightly: "Things have to be done step by step."

The surroundings were pitch black, with only ups and downs of breathing, weak but steady, as if it had lasted for a long time, and all that was left was darkness, darkness, squeezing coldly.

The white light stabbed Zhuang Yan awake, it was that dream again.He opened his eyes, and a researcher was pointing the probe of the instrument at his brain, one was injecting medicine into the vein in his arm, and the other was recording at the bedside.

Zhuang Yan obediently let them fiddle with him, his eyes swept over the researcher who was recording.After the injection of the drug, the concentration was too high this time, and it took effect quickly. When the three researchers were staring at the data on the light board, Zhuang Yan suddenly began to struggle. fell to the ground.

Zhuang Yan had been injected with muscle relaxants all the time, and he couldn't make any big noises. The researcher pressed him to the side of the bed in a few moments.

The bare board was quickly picked up by researchers.