Norman is sixty-nine years old, but he dare to swear that he has absolutely no signs of Alzheimer's. After all, he has his own private doctor who will do this test every month.

　　 Not only that, in the various examinations I have done, my brain has always been my healthiest part.

　　 So, everything just now is really not an illusion?

　　 Someone walked up to him and took advantage of his squinting effort to replace the newspaper in his hand with an invitation letter?

　　 Norman thinks he hasn't reached the point of being dim-eyed, let alone, if someone comes in, how could his bodyguard and secretary be unaware?

　　 Thinking of this, Norman raised his head again and looked around carefully.

　　 However, there is still no movement around, only the secretary packing the bookshelf behind him, and two guards standing quietly at the door.

　　 At this time, if it were not for the extra invitation letter in his hand, I am afraid that even Norman himself would start to doubt himself.

　　 "Emily..."

　　 Norman couldn't help but exclaimed.

　　 "Mr. Norman, here I am."

　　 Immediately, a middle-aged woman swept in with a strong perfume came up to her and leaned down to reveal her stalwart chest, "Do you need me to help you pour a cup of health tea?"

　　 "No, Emily, did anyone pass by me just now?"

　　 Norman stared into the eyes of the woman before him, as if he wanted to see her through.

　　 "How, how could it be, Mr. Norman."

　　 The secretary's expression changed slightly, and then he said strangely, "This is your private office. Besides me and Leo, who else can come in without being notified?"

　　 "Is that so?" Norman gradually looked away. He lowered his head and looked at the invitation letter in his hand, showing a thoughtful look.

　　 "Hey, Mr. Norman, when is this invitation letter..."

　　 Finally, the secretary also saw the invitation letter that suddenly appeared in Norman's hand, and was a little bit astonished.

　　 "This has nothing to do with you."

　　 Before the woman could finish asking, Norman glanced at him coldly.

　　The secretary quickly woke up after hearing the words, and quickly swallowed the doubts that came to his lips.

　　 She has received professional training, so she naturally understands what to ask and what not to ask, but she was too surprised just now. After all, ten minutes ago, her boss did not have this thing in his hands.

　　 After the woman returned to her position, Norman carefully looked at the invitation letter in his hand.

　　Since he can avoid his elite bodyguard and the eyes of this stupid woman, and send the invitation letter to him, no matter how the other party does it, this invitation letter has a value.

The cover of the 　　 invitation letter is a weird logo. A robotic hand wants to touch a human hand. Below the logo, there is a small slogan:

　　 "The Holy Land of Science, God's Forbidden Zone."

　　 Norman is not a devout Christian, but when he saw this logo, he couldn't help frowning.

　　 "It's really bold, this kind of slogan, this pattern, is to express the meaning that science can replace God?"

　　 Norman murmured in a low voice, then he snorted and turned to the first page.

　　 Suddenly, a paragraph of text written by gel pen came into view.

　　 This text seems to be nothing special at first glance, but the closer you look at it, the better you can feel.

　　 Because these characters are almost the same whether it is the spacing between the letters or the similarity between the same letters.

　　 You have to know that even if a calligrapher who has been training for decades deliberately writes two identical letters, it is difficult to achieve the same. This is not a technical problem, but a problem of human control of their own muscles.

　　 Unless someone can accurately control the smallest force of his muscles every time, it is possible to write exactly the same letters.

　　 But, is there such a person in the world?

　　 Norman might not believe it before, but at this time Norman had to believe it, because he couldn't see any difference between the entire text, just like the computer typesetting standard text, clean and neat.

　　 But anyone can tell that this is definitely not a font printed by a computer, because this text has a strong personal style, and the strokes are magnificent, and the strokes caused by handwriting are not easily simulated by computers.

　　 What kind of person can write such miraculous words?

　　 Norman took a deep breath, and now he is more interested in this invitation.

　　 "Dear Mr. Norman Foster:"

　　 "When you see this text, it proves that it has been delivered to you. Please forgive us for not saying goodbye."

"As you can see, we are an organization called'God's Forbidden Zone'. It was spontaneously founded by a group of people who are dedicated to the pursuit of prolonging life. Its goal is to break the limit of the human body Heflik and obtain the rights that the gods have. eternal life."

"For this reason, we have launched a project called'Human Life Escape', which includes hundreds of scientific and technological projects that extend human life. Now we are implementing: aging reversal therapy, clonal organ transplantation, Alzheimer reversal therapy, Thirteen projects such as neural stem cell connection regeneration and cancer cell cyclin kinase-dependent."

　　 "Among these projects, there have been two successful projects, ‘aging reversal treatment’ and ‘cloned organ transplantation’. Once these two technologies are used interchangeably, the life span of a natural person can be extended by more than 30 years.

"For this reason, we attach part of the information on these two technologies. If you think the information is not convincing, you can also log on to the website provided in the invitation letter to view the video files of these two technologies~lightnovelpub.net~If you If you are interested in our project, please contact us on the website."

　　 Finally, it is the signature of God's Forbidden Zone.

　　 After reading this passage, Norman's eyes twitched.

　　 I have to say that when he saw the words'aging reversal treatment', his heart that should have been dismissive of everything suddenly jumped violently.

　　 But immediately, this heartbeat turned into doubt.

　　 Fraud organization?

　　 Norman did not encounter a similar situation.

There are similar cases in their own circles. Several rich financial men found an organization similar to the Alcor Life Continuity Foundation on the Internet and were persuaded to invest tens of millions. As a result, the other party directly Making money and running away makes these rich old men a big laughing stock in the financial world.

　　 Norman didn't want to be wise, but when he was dying, he was ruined by this incident.

　　 But...

　　 What if what the other party said is true?

　　 Norman was silent for a while, and then smiled bitterly-yeah, even if you know that this organization is mostly fake, can you just ignore it?

　　 Norman's gaze fixed on the phrase "Lifespan is extended by 30 years".

　　 Now I am 68 years old. Although my body is still strong, how long can I maintain this rare health?

　　 I am no longer young, maybe I can live for ten to twenty years, or maybe a cold tomorrow will kill oneself. Who can say for sure?

　　 Thinking of this, Norman sighed silently, got up from the recliner, "Emily, you go out and call in my son Leo."

　　 "Yes, Mr. Norman."