Encounter of future farming and cultivation of immortals

After getting used to the sudden brightness for a while, a face appeared in front of my eyes. This face was separated from Lin Luan by a narrow simple table, which was placed in a small room less than five square meters.

The person opposite was very peaceful, and his expression was similar to most of the people he saw just now, that is, he had no expression.The young man looked at the terminal and then at Lin Luan, and asked, "Please tell me your name so we can confirm your identity."

Lin Luan thought for a while and said his name truthfully.

The man opposite tapped the terminal a few times, his eyes sharpened: "Please provide your specific age, address, occupation or information that you think can prove your identity."

In the past few months, Lin Luan imagined this scene many times. Whether he refused to admit the origin or confessed it frankly. The final result of his consideration was that he had no choice at all. From the technology shown by Ping Zhan and Lao Yote See, I have no possibility of concealing my identity at all.In the case of absolute weakness, it is better to know the current affairs.

So Lin Luan folded his hands on the table in front of him, leaned forward slightly, tried his best to express his sincerity and desire to be trusted in his body language, stared into the other person's eyes and said, "I am a time traveler..."

The young man on the opposite side subconsciously leaned back when he started to lean forward, and as Lin Luan said, his body had already leaned on the back of the chair.When Lin Luan said that he was illegally detained by a person named "Ping Zhan" and that a doctor named Youte often took his body fluids, he quickly entered something on the light screen, and his calm expression finally began to crack.

"Stop!" The man twirled his fingers in the air, and the light screen turned around in an instant, showing it in front of Lin Luan, "Is this the person you're talking about?"

The person on the light screen is wearing a pure white uniform, smiling in front of a magnificent building with the word hospital, his body is not so bloated, his skin is not so wrinkled, and his facial features are clearly the old Yot when he was young.So Lin Luan nodded and said, "Yes. It's him."

The man on the opposite side stared into Lin Luan's eyes, and Lin Luan looked back calmly.A few seconds later, the man leaned back in the chair, glanced at Lin Luan with pity, and read to the light screen: "Dr. Sneak Yot, died on June 4993, 6."

Lin Luan was in a trance for a moment, and many details were connected together.Old Yot always appears at night, always flying in directly from the wall far from the gate...

Lin Luan was eager to prove himself: "He is not dead, he owns a top-notch underground laboratory for cloning human organ research. Ping Zhan provides him with technical support to filter data streams and block public sector network investigations!"

The person on the opposite side pointed to the light screen and asked again: "Ping Zhan, is this the person?"

In the photo, Ping Zhan is wearing a blue uniform, standing among the endless bookshelves, with a dull expression, and looks weak and cowardly.

Lin Luan nodded: "That's him!"

The person on the opposite side no longer concealed his contemptuous expression, and swiped a finger across the light screen: "Ping Zhan, my parents worked as civilians in the military hospital during their lifetime, and they died at the same time in the same battle during the defense of the community. This Ping Zhan, who provides technical support for the underground laboratory," pointed his finger at Ping Zhan's high nose and said, "Because both parents died, he only received the most basic education. Engaged in the most basic document care work in the historical document department." Well, to put it bluntly, it is the gatekeeper of a certain library.

Lin Luan felt angry and ridiculous, and when he quickly stood up, the chair slid back, and there was a harsh short sound between the metal and the ground. "Listen," before he knew it, he had reached the top of the young man's head, "what I said is the truth. Old Yotte is not dead, and a person guarding the gate may not be a master hacker."

The person opposite raised a mocking face: "And you are a time traveler?"

Under such gaze, Lin Luan suddenly felt that he was very ridiculous, sat down dejectedly, and said "um".

This is not convincing.

But if you can't be convinced, then you can't make up a reasonable identity. As they investigate deeper, you will eventually find that you are really a time traveler.

So, don't worry, wait slowly, things will turn around eventually.

The person on the opposite side looked businesslike: "Here, Mr. Lin Luan, please tell us your real identity, otherwise we will -" At this moment, his terminal beeped twice, and after reading it, He stared at Lin Luan curiously, and left.

A few minutes later, a burly man walked in with brisk steps, stretched out his hand a few steps away, and firmly held Lin Luan's hesitant hand, and shook it twice before letting go.

Lin Luan sat down again amidst his gestures, the man smiled very kindly, and quickly introduced himself: "Mr. If you don't mind, can we take some blood samples from you?"

Afterwards, a person who looked like a medical staff professionally and quickly drew a few milliliters of blood from Lin Luan's arm.

Britta watched with great interest, and after the medical staff left, she said with a gentle smile like chatting with family: "It will take a while for the test results to come out, let's chat casually during this time." Then a pair of brown Staring at Lin Luan with sparkling eyes, the energy in the eyes makes one feel like a child has found a favorite toy.

Breta propped her arms on the table in front of her chest to form a triangular tower, then put her head on the top of the tower, looked at Lin Luan seriously for a while, and said with a smile: "Look, people always don't believe those unknowns. But I always feel that because we don't know, we need to know. If you want, can you tell me about your experience here?"

Lin Luan repeated what Ping Zhan had said about time travel.Britta didn't interrupt him, but raised his eyebrows after he stopped, and said with a smile: "So it's because of the black hole. What about after coming here?"

Lin Luan repeated what he had told the young man just now, and made it more detailed.

Britta listened attentively, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face: "You mean, Ping Zhan suffers from Wantesla Syndrome, and Professor Yotte is treating him?"

"Yes."

"However," Britta said with a hard-thinking expression on his face, "we haven't found relevant records. All patients with this disease will immediately become key rescue targets once they are diagnosed and can enjoy full free treatment... It's hard to understand a man with Wantesla syndrome, alone."

Lin Luan recalled how Ping Zhan cried bitterly: "He didn't want to be known by others, and wanted to live quietly for a while before he died."

Breta pondered: "Well, there are also people with this personality who don't like the sight of others. Can you tell me about the specific methods Professor Yotte used to treat him, such as equipment?"

Lin Luan choked for a moment, and replied truthfully: "I don't know. I only saw that Old Yotte would draw blood for him regularly, and then give him a physical report."

Britta thought and thought, scratched his head, and made a relaxed expression: "Anyway, when we contact Ping Zhan himself and check his physical condition, we will have a better understanding of what you said."

Lin Luan closed his eyes regretfully, scolded himself, and said meaningfully, "Now he's healed."

Britta finally showed a surprised expression uncontrollably, and raised her voice unconsciously: "You mean, Ping Zhan's Wan Tesla syndrome has been cured?"

Lin Luan said awkwardly, "Yes."

The two were silent.

Lin Luan felt that if he sat across from him, he would also feel that he was talking nonsense.

"Okay..." Britta put down her arms, breathed a sigh of relief, and pretended to be relaxed and said, "And then? What about when Mr. Ping Zhan recovers from his illness?"

As Lin Luan talked, Britta gradually became impatient and changed into a defensive posture with his arms around his chest.After taking a deep breath, he asked, "Then he locked you in the house and watched TV for you every day?" Lin Luan stopped in embarrassment, unable to understand the absurdity of his narration: Yes, Ping Zhan, a gatekeeper, won a prize. An incurable disease and then inexplicably healed, Old Yot, who had been dead for almost 20 years, treated him, and then the two imprisoned a time traveler, locking him up just to watch TV for him.

Bretta stared at him, hoping to see something in his eyes.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the young man who went out just now came in with disappointment and anger: "Boss! Don't waste time on this guy."

Britta opened the lit terminal, unfolded the light screen, took a few glances, and immediately cursed something, then without even looking at Lin Luan, kicked open the stool and slammed the door to leave.

The remaining young men glanced at Lin Luan, avoiding Lin Luan's suspicious and expectant gaze, and seemed to have no desire to have any form of communication with him at all.But there must be someone to deal with it here, so I suppressed the idea of ​​turning around and leaving, and said to Lin Luan angrily: "We have notified your guardian, Mr. Ping Zhan, to take you back." Then he persuaded in a calm tone as if his conscience found it: "My child , since you have this disease, you must take the medicine prescribed by the doctor on time." Then he slammed the door and left.

Lin Luan was locked in a small room where he couldn't see the outside, and he didn't know what to do.

Britta outside was spreading her feet on another chair, her whole body dimmed, and she lost all the excitement she had just now.

The young man stepped forward: "TMD spends so much energy on a mental illness!"

Britta stared at a certain corner of the wall, and said slowly: "The man named Ping Zhan will come in a while, let the doctor examine him."

The young man wanted to say something to refute, but finally swallowed it, said "OK" and turned to leave.

Bretta stared at the corner for a long, long time.