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    ¡°I am simply dreaming,¡± Zhiqiu said to himself.  You'll wake up soon.

    ¡°Welcome to Nepal,¡± the pilot said loudly, his voice drowning out the roar of the plane¡¯s mist-fueled engine behind him.

    Zhiqiu looked at his watch, it was seven o'clock in the morning.

    "You have passed exactly six time zones." the pilot said.  "It's a little after one in the afternoon local time."

    Zhiqiu adjusted the time.

    "How do you feel?"

    Zhiqiu rubbed his abdomen and said, "It feels like he ate foam plastic."

    The pilot nodded and said: "That's altitude sickness. We were at an altitude of 20,000 meters just now. At that altitude, your weight was 30% lighter than usual. Fortunately, we were flying a short distance. If we were flying to other places,  We would have to rise to the highest altitude of 30,000 meters, and your body would be in ruins."

    Zhiqiu nodded listlessly, secretly glad.  Thinking about it carefully, Zhiqiu's flight this time was not much different from an ordinary plane.  Except for the strong acceleration when taking off, this aircraft feels like an ordinary aircraft in other aspects - there are occasional slight cyclones and several times of air pressure during climb, but there is no sense that it is based on  It roared through the sky at a dizzying speed of Mach 15.

    Several technicians quickly ran up to catch the plane and headed towards the plane together.  The pilot accompanied Zhiqiu to the parking lot next to the control tower, where a black Audi car was parked.  After a while, they were speeding on the asphalt road through the valley.  In the distance, a group of chaotic buildings can be vaguely discerned.  Outside, the grassy wilderness blurred.

    The pilot had already driven the car to a speed of 170 kilometers per hour. Zhiqiu looked at the speedometer on the car in disbelief.  Why is this guy driving so hard?

    "There are still five kilometers away from the experimental center." the pilot said.  "I'll have you there in two minutes."

    Zhiqiu searched in vain for the seat belt.  Why not give us three minutes to get there alive?

    The car is speeding.

    "Do you like Brightman?" the pilot put a CD into the player and asked.

    A woman began to sing: ""

    What is going on here?  Zhiqiu thought casually.

    ¡°We are like a small city here.¡± The pilot¡¯s words brought Zhiqiu back from his reverie.  "It's not just an experimental center. There are supermarkets, hospitals, and even cinemas here." Zhiqiu nodded numbly, while looking at the continuous buildings rising from the ground in front of him.

    ¡°To be honest,¡± the pilot added, ¡°we have the largest machine on earth here.

    "Really?" Zhiqiu looked at everything outside carefully.

    "You can't see this machine from the outside."The pilot smiled. "This machine is buried six stories underground.  "Zhiqiu had no time to ask in detail. The pilot braked suddenly without even saying hello. The car slid forward and suddenly stopped outside a concrete guard box.

    Zhiqiu looked at the sign in front: Entry Inspection.  Only then did he realize where he was, and suddenly felt a sense of panic.  "Oh my God, I didn't bring my passport!" "No need for a passport." The pilot reassured him.  "We have a long-term agreement with the Nepali government."

    The pilot scooped out a document and handed it to the guard. Zhiqiu sat there and stared at it dumbfounded.

    The guard swiped his ID on the electronic device, and the device lit up.

    "Customer name?"

    "Zhiqiu." The pilot replied.

    "Whose guest?"

    "The director's."

    The guard frowned.  He turned around and checked the file output by the computer, checked it again with the data on the computer monitor, and then turned to the window: "I wish you a pleasant stay here, Zhiqiu."

    The car rushed out again like an arrow from the string. With lightning speed, it drove two hundred meters in the blink of an eye and arrived at the entrance of the main building.  Standing in front of you is an ultra-modern rectangular building with a glass and steel structure.  Zhiqiu was surprised by the transparent design of this building. He has always been fond of architecture.

    "Glass temple." The pilot told him from the sidelines.

    "Is it a temple?"

    ¡°Hey, no. We have everything here but no temples. Physics is the whole religion here.

    ??Here you can say anything bad about Buddha, but you can't be disrespectful to elementary particles.  "The pilot turned the car around and stopped in front of the glass building, knowing that Qiu You?My brother sat there at a loss.  What's going on with elementary particles?  There are no border controls?  What about the Mach 15 jets?  Who are these guys?  The marble inscription in front of the building gave him the answer: Research Institute.

    "Research institute?" Zhiqiu asked.

    The pilot didn¡¯t answer him. He leaned forward and was busy adjusting the CD player in the car.  "When you get to the place, the director will be waiting for you at the entrance."

    Zhiqiu noticed a person sitting in a wheelchair at the entrance, driving the wheelchair towards them.  The man looked to be in his early sixties, with a haggard face and a bald head. His lower body was stiff and rigid. He was wearing a white lab coat and his feet in white shoes rested on the footpads of a wheelchair.  Even from a distance, you can feel that his eyes are as dull as two gray pebbles.

    "Is it him?" Zhiqiu asked.

    The pilot looked up and said, "Okay, I have to go." He turned his head and gave Zhiqiu a bad smile.  "Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will be here."

    Zhiqiu really didn¡¯t know what would happen, so he walked over bravely.

    The man in the wheelchair accelerated towards Zhiqiu. He stretched out his cold hand and said, "Is it Zhiqiu?" We talked on the phone.  My name is Chen Luoyu.

    Chen Luoyu, the commander-in-chief of the research institute, people call him "Emperor" behind his back. This is not out of respect, but out of fear of this person who rules this place from a wheelchair.  Although few people knew him personally, the horrific story of his disability was well known in the institute, and few criticized his vitriol or his commitment to pure science.

    Although Zhiqiu only met Chen Luoyu for a short time, he already felt that this was a person who was difficult to get close to.  Chen Luoyu drove his wheelchair toward the main entrance alone. Zhiqiu had already become a child without knowing it.

    Start running so that you can keep up with Chen Luoyu's electric wheelchair.  This wheel is completely different from the wheelchairs Zhiqiu has seen before. The wheelchair is equipped with an electronic system, including a multiplex telephone, a calling system, a computer display, and even a small detachable video recorder.  It can be said that Emperor Chen Luoyu¡¯s wheelchair rules this institute.

    Zhiqiu followed Chen Luoyu through the airport door and into the large main hall of the research institute.

    In the glass temple, Zhiqiu stared at the dome and thought.

    ??Overhead, the light blue glass roof shimmers in the setting sun in the afternoon, and the various geometric shapes projected make the hall look more majestic.  Mottled shadows are sprinkled on the walls and marble floors decorated with tiles.  The air smells fresh and clean.  Several scientists walked briskly in the hall, and the sound of their footsteps echoed clearly in the air.

    "This way, Zhiqiu." Chen Luoyu's voice sounded almost like that of a robot. It was stiff and dull, just like the person he sounded.  Chen Luoyu coughed, wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief, then stared at Zhiqiu with his indifferent eyes and said: "Please hurry up." His electric wheelchair seemed to be jumping on the tiled floor.

    Going in from the main hall, Zhiqiu then passed through countless small halls. There were some people busy in each hall.  The scientists who saw Chen Luoyu seemed to be surprised. They looked at Zhiqiu, as if they were thinking, what does this person do?  Chen Luoyu was actually alerted to greet him personally.

    "I'm so sorry." Zhiqiu wanted to start a conversation with him, so he said boldly.  "I've never heard of this institute of yours."

    "This is nothing to make a fuss about." Chen Luoyu interrupted Zhiqiu, his tone sounding very stiff.  "Most people don't see us as a world leader in scientific research. They see us as a nice shopping district."

    Zhiqiu didn¡¯t know how to answer.  He scooped out the fax from his pocket and asked: "This one in the photo, can you"

    Chen Luoyu waved his hand to interrupt him.  "Please don't talk here. I'll take you to see that person right now." He stretched out his hand and said, "Maybe it would be better to give me this thing."

    Zhiqiu handed the fax to Chen Luoyu and just followed it silently.

    Chen Luoyu made a sharp turn to the left and entered a spacious foyer with many honorary certificates hung in the hall.

    As they walked along the aisle, Chen Luoyu nodded and said, "I think you and I will be honest and honest with each other, Zhiqiu." For some reason, Zhiqiu was doubtful about this.

    The two of them walked forward in a hurry, and Zhiqiu felt a low rumble above his head.

    The sound echoed in the four walls. The further they walked forward, the clearer the sound became, as if it was coming from the end of the corridor in front of them.

    "What is this sound?" Zhiqiu asked in a loss of voice.  He felt as if they were approaching an active volcano.

    ?"¡¼¡½ is free of charge.

    " Chen Luoyu replied, his hollow voice penetrating the air very well. He said nothing else.

    I don¡¯t ask if I know Qiu.  He was extremely tired, and Chen Luoyu was not interested in being polite to him.  Zhiqiu reminded herself why she came here.  Cheating party.  He guessed that there was a corpse in this huge research institute, a marked corpse that he had flown over three thousand kilometers away to see.

    They were approaching the end of the aisle, and the rumble was so deafening that Zhiqiu felt the soles of his shoes vibrating.  Going around the front corner, you can see a viewing porch on the right, with four thick glass doors fixed on the curved wall, like the windows of a submarine.  Zhiqiu stopped and looked out from a door.  (To be continued.

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