Zhang Huanling stood at the door of the A-11 laboratory. Instead of going directly, he hesitated for a moment at the door.

This was the second day Wu Qi successfully cleared the Nirvana virus. Greg Moses sent him a message directly so that he could return to his post. Although Zhang Huanling is also an arrogant person, he doesn't want to be told to come and go, but after all, he has the entrustment of the chief dean. Even if he doesn't want to come, he has to come to Greg to continue working.

But it wasn't Zhang Huanling's hesitation that matter, but Greg Moses put him back to work so quickly. With the character of Greg Moses, since he drove him away, he wanted to give him and the chief dean behind him a little color; but the fact is that as soon as the question about Wu Qi here ended, Greg called him back immediately, It was too fast to make him think.

"Forget it, the more hesitant the more suspicious." Zhang Huan Ling sighed silently, he put his face in front of the face scanner and swiped, the laboratory door "clicked" open.

"Doctor, I'm back."

Zhang Huanling just stepped into the laboratory on his forefoot, and suddenly a powerful black hand suddenly came from the side! The big hand slammed Zhang Huanling's mouth, his arm strangled his neck, and Zhang Huanling's pupils reflexively rebelled against the sudden contraction of his body. Unexpectedly, a thick needle inserted into his neck with a "pop" sound. The cold liquid immediately flowed into the neck vein of Zhang Huanling along the needle tube.

Zhang Huanling failed to say the next word. The energy of the energy condensed in his hands was strangled in the cradle before he started, his pupils gradually loosened, his muscles relaxed, and then he fell helplessly into the arms of a man in a long black suit.

At this time, the researchers who were busy in the laboratory were distorted, and all the false lights and shadows disappeared. The only real person in the entire laboratory was Greg Moses sitting at the desk.

Greg looked coldly at the falling Zhang Huanling and thought, "This is the injury of the amnesia needle. Do you understand..."

The man in a long black suit ambushing here to subdue Zhang Huanling gently put Zhang Huanling on the ground, then pulled out the needle and put it away.

"Happy cooperation, Dr. Greg."

The man in a long black suit said so. His face seemed to be covered with a dark fog that affected his cognition, making Greg unrecognizable.

Greg said lightly: "I have brought you Zhang Huanling for you. Now you can tell me who you are and for whom."

The man compared a gesture of "hush" in front of his lips and said, "I can't tell you this directly, but you can call me "Mr. X"."

Greg twitched his lips, and then showed an expression "Don't look at people flat".

"'I can't tell you directly' is it? That is to say, I guess it's no problem... I'm the one who dares to threaten the branch president of the Central Academy of Sciences, hijacking Zhang Changwei's son and the president's students "Unless you have the background of the five members of the Standing Committee at this peak, it would be a "death" when you leave this place."

Greg's spirited eyes showed a sharp edge that he hadn't seen for a long time. He said softly: "You are not a'night owl', but a member of Wu Standing Committee."

Mr. X's face under the dark mist smiled slightly. He seemed to admit Greg's speculation and said, "Dean Moses has good eyesight, but how do you guess that I am not a night owl?" I use a mental power, and I also carry the'Amnesia Needle'..."

Mr. X paused for a moment and immediately said deliberately and meaningfully: "Dr. Moses, shouldn't I suspect that I am the murderer who hurt Renee?"

Greg suddenly lost his face, because Mr. X's words were tantamount to pouring a bucket of hot oil on his flammable heart. But Greg could hold back, no matter if the other party intentionally excites him.

"Mr. X's words, I can understand that Wu Standing Committee deliberately implied me that the person who hurt Renee was the intelligence officer of the "Night Owl"?"

This time Mr. X stopped talking, he kept his professional smile as if to appreciate Greg's old but not old brain.

Greg got up from the office chair. He walked slowly to the tea cabinet and took a cup. After pouring a hot pot of coffee, he personally delivered it to Mr. X.

Mr. X took the coffee and heard Greg said: "Sir, you saved Renee yesterday in the power control room. As a father, I sincerely thank you, but unfortunately I can’t think of it, only this cup of Blue Mountain coffee."

"It's not unpredictable...please add two cubes of sugar and a spoonful of milk, thank you." Mr. X said jokingly.

Greg also smiled.

During Greg's return to the tea cabinet, Mr. X squatted down to join Zhang Huanling's side, covering Zhang Huanling's forehead with his right hand.

Third-order spirit system ability-"Soul Search"!

A piece of memory of Zhang Huanling, such as a movie, flew across Mr. X's mind. Mr. X saw the scene where Zhang Huanling sent an email to the Chief Dean, and this scene really shows that the ghost in the West Courtyard is Zhang Huanling.

It was Zhang Huanling who stole the research results of Greg's group, and it was also he who revealed the time of Wu Qi's operation to the chief dean.

But only Mr. X can see this scene and the recent trivia of Zhang Huanling. Zhang Huanling's brain is set with some kind of incomparably strong spiritual power seal, and his third-order "soul search" can't break the previous memory.

"Unexpectedly...but it is not Zhang Huanling who cooperates with the "Night Owl" in this way, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com but the Chief Dean...the Chief Dean and the "Ya Xiao 'Cooperation, is it to prevent Wu Qi from successfully recovering the strength of Tier 4 and has been trapped in Tier 3?"

After Mr. X meditated, "Soul Soul" was lifted a moment later. He stood up, and Greg came back with coffee filled with sugar cubes and milk.

"Thank you." Mr. X took the coffee and drank indiscriminately.

"Done checking?" Greg asked sideways.

"It was Zhang Huanling who reported the news," Mr. X said the message without hesitation. "Then, what did Dean Moses want to do?"

But Greg didn't express any anger, but just said calmly: "I'm not going to do anything. After all, Zhang Huanling is a student of the chief dean and the son of Zhang Changwei."

Mr. X nodded: "Goodbye, Dean Moses."

After Mr. X left the laboratory, Greg no longer felt the other person's breath.

...

In the afternoon, the dark brown curtains of the study partially blocked the bright sunlight from noon. Wu Jun took a nap on the leather seat. At this time, old Charlie knocked on the door and said softly: "Master, there is a result."

"Come in." Wu Jun opened his mouth and closed his eyes.

Old Charlie opened the door lightly and closed the door. He walked to the desk and said quietly: "Master, the person who sent the investigation is back. It is sure that Zhang Huanling disclosed the time of the operation to the chief dean. But it was not I found evidence that Zhang Huanling had a direct connection with'Night Owl.'"

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