The Emperor's Run-Away Lover

Chapter 14: White Rose Labs

　　He Lei brushed off the dust, and turned his mouth against Fu Yucheng's provocation: "Oh, I'm sorry, I burned such a beautiful car."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng is a very car-loving person. He was accompanied by a modified off-road vehicle for several years. The entire body paint was painted by himself. If it is not distressing at all, it is impossible.
　　
　　He stared at He Lei for a moment, and then turned to look at Old Man Sun, who was held by Ma Tsai: "He Lei, you let go of people first. Old Man Sun is too old to stand the toss."
　　
　　He Lei She smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes: "Oh, I just found a bag of trading coins from this old man, and I just wanted to let him go to the next tower... Who knows how coincidence, I met you ?I heard that you have a good relationship with this old man. You often come here to add water?"
　　
　　"He Lei, I know you have been seeing me disagreeable... But, don't pull other people in for things between us." Fu Yucheng Shen channel.
　　
　　He Lei narrowed his eyes: "Do you want to protect him? Then promise me a condition."
　　
　　"What condition?"
　　
　　"One week later, it is Nana's birthday. By then, I plan to give her a fireworks birthday in the bar. Banquet. But, it always feels too old-fashioned and too plain. Just now, I suddenly got an inspiration--"
　　
　　He Lei raised his mouth and said: "It's better, let's take this opportunity and make a good match for the banquet. What about the atmosphere?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng was speechless.
　　
　　He naturally understood He Lei's purpose, not to want to suppress himself in front of the boss lady, to humiliate his "love rivals", to show his way, and to win the hearts of the beauty—to be honest, this trick was stupid.
　　
　　He couldn't help but rolled his eyes secretly: "Yes, I promised you. You let him go first."
　　
　　He Lei shook his head: "Fu Yucheng, not I can't believe you, but what if you feel comfortable about running when the time comes I took this old man first, and let him go a week later."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng glanced at Old Man Sun. His skinny skinny coughing and panting repeatedly, he was afraid that he had reached the realm of He Lei and could not support it for a few days.
　　
　　He pondered for a moment, and he took off the machete behind his waist altogether. Then he snapped and threw the knife and sheath on the ground.
　　
　　"I used this knife to replace him. After a week, remember to return the knife to me."
　　
　　He Lei slightly stunned, slightly raised his chin to the Ma Zi around him.
　　
　　Ma Tsai picked up the scimitar diligently and handed it respectfully to his boss.
　　
　　He Lei stroked the old deerskin scabbard and couldn't help but sneer: "If it is used as a mortgage, this knife is too shabby." With a
　　
　　"brush", he pulled out his machete carelessly and suddenly froze. .
　　
　　The shape of this scimitar is very weird. The blade is like a crescent moon, with a faint light of blue surplus, and the blade is as thin as paper, which makes everyone cold.
　　
　　"Blue gold? This knife... mixed with blue gold?" He murmured, and then shook his head. "That's impossible. Mr. Wei, what are you
　　
　　looking at?" Mr. Wei also frowned. " It really looks like... but blue gold is extremely rare. No one can synthesize this metal after Dyson Cloud's Fisher Laboratory exploded. Moreover, blue gold is a mental force field sensitive metal and is only suitable for controllers. Weapon. Fu Yucheng is an ordinary person. It is useless to take it. How can he keep it in his hand without selling it?"
　　
　　He Lei took a deep breath and tried to mobilize his spiritual field-he has D The level of mental force field belongs to the middle level in the classification, and it is not bad.
　　
　　The machete didn't respond.
　　
　　"I said, how could it be blue gold." He disappointedly inserted the scimitar back into the scabbard. "However, the knife is indeed a good knife."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng smiled: "Naturally is a good knife."
　　
　　"OK, look For the sake of this knife, I will release the old man today. As for this knife, one week later, you come to the bar to pick it up.
　　
　　He Lei jumped off the front of the car and waved to a group of people: "Go. "
　　
　　At this moment, a cold voice came: "Put down the knife."
　　
　　He Lei paused, turning around extremely slowly.
　　
　　He saw the person clearly and couldn't help but smile: "It turned out to be you little devil. It was my fault that I didn't give you a lesson in the bar last time."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng stared at Bai Mo, lowering his voice: " Didn't I say, let you stay inside?"
　　
　　Bai Mo frowned. "That's your knife. How can you give it to him?"
　　
　　He clearly remembered that the man was very precious. This iron-cutting scimitar was like He is such a lazy and sloppy person that he has to clean and maintain it every night. How can he give it to others casually? !
　　
　　He Lei had come over. He tilted his head and looked at Bai Mo, while raising his hand—he wanted to pat the face of the ghost with a scabbard.
　　
　　Bai Mo couldn't avoid it, but just stared at each other coldly. He had even thought about what he should do to grab the knife, and then cut his throat with his backhand.
　　
　　On the occasion of a desperate attack, Fu Yucheng tightened He Lei's wrist.
　　
　　He smiled and said, "He Lei, since we said yes, why don't you embarrass a child when you start at the bar a week later?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng's one is very clever, using a traditional small grab The hand and two fingers are placed at the joint of the other party. As long as you apply a little force, your wrist will be dislocated.
　　
　　He Lei worked hard with conditioned reflex, but he couldn't get rid of it.
　　
　　He glared at Fu Yucheng and sneered after a long time: "
　　
　　Yes , after a week, it will not disappear." "That's right." Fu Yucheng nodded and released his fingers slightly.
　　
　　He Lei pulled out his arm fiercely, snorted coldly, and led a group of men away without looking back.
　　
　　Bai Mo stared at his distant back, and his expression was still very disturbed: "Brother Yu, why did you give him the knife?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng shrugged his shoulders: "Just temporarily deposit it with him, and take it back after a week." That's it. Besides, people are always more important than things outside."
　　
　　He lifted the old man who was paralyzed on the ground lightly: "Senior Sun, are you okay?"
　　
　　"Cough cough cough..." Old man Sun shook his hand tremblingly, unable to speak.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng had to send Old Man Sun back to the tower. After he returned to the cab, he saw Bai Mo sitting on the passenger seat, with a small white face on his face, and said nothing.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng glanced at Bai Mo while launching the off-road vehicle: "I'm still unhappy, kid? The person is quite small, and his temper is quite big."
　　
　　Bai Mo stared out the window without saying a word.
　　
　　He felt panicked-the machete killed the sand bug and saved himself, but he couldn't even save Fu Yucheng for it.
　　
　　Looking at his arrogant look, Fu Yucheng shook his head helplessly: "Xiao Mo, there is a saying that is very good-whoever laughs last, who laughs the most beautifully. Life is long, don't care about these Temporary gains and losses."
　　
　　Bai Mo froze slightly. He chewed on Fu Yucheng's words and seemed to understand something.
　　
　　After returning to the parking lot, it was not too early.
　　
　　Bai Mo simply got something to eat. After the two had used dinner, Fu Yucheng asked Zhinao Xiaobai to turn on the night mode and wash and rest.
　　
　　Bai Mo turned on a small lamp at the head of the bed, lying on the bed and flipping through idle books-Fu Yucheng gave him a stack of comics before. He turned a few pages, but he couldn't see it.
　　
　　He froze for a moment, looking up at the sofa below. Fu Yucheng didn't sleep either, just by the night light beside the sofa, fiddling with a small plastic cube.
　　
　　The man seemed to notice his sight and looked up: "What's wrong? Can't sleep?"
　　
　　Bai Mo pursed his lips and whispered: "That He Lei, is he strong?"
　　
　　"Well..." Fu Yucheng pondered for a moment, "I heard that he is a D-level controller, it should be okay."
　　
　　"How strong is the D-level?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng scratched his head, a bit embarrassed-he was a natural S-class controller, but later completely lost his mental strength. If you want to make an analogy, he is very clear about the feeling of being rich and extremely poor, but what exactly is the middle class well-off, he really does not describe it well.
　　
　　"What should I say?" He thought about it, "Xiao Mo, do you know the mental force field?"
　　
　　Bai Mo nodded: "I know a little, but it is not particularly clear."
　　
　　"What about the spiritual force field, It sounds very mysterious. Actually, to put it simply, as the human brain evolves, consciousness and matter interact—such as the double-slit interference experiment of light. The experimenter's observations will affect the results of the experiment. Schrödinger's cat finally defeated Laplace demon."
　　
　　"As early as the twenty-first century, some people found that occasionally they thought about something, people around them would say it, or this thing would appear in the software search bar and recommendation bar. At that time This kind of thing is often regarded as a coincidence and did not attract attention. Until the middle of the 21st century, the scientific community finally confirmed the interaction between consciousness and matter."
　　
　　"And for a small number of people, this interaction in their brains is particularly powerful. This kind of person is called the mental force field controller, referred to as the controller."
　　
　　Bai Mo frowned: "So, the so-called mental force field controller actually uses its own consciousness to act on matter?
　　
　　" You are right." Fu Yucheng nodded. "Specifically, the controller can influence the substance with consciousness within a certain time and space, and even change the physical rules of Lithium Optoelectronics. This control range is his spirit. Force field."
　　
　　"People divide the controller into four levels through the size of the control range, the length of time, the strength of the influence, and the way of changing the physical rules. Super-level S level, first-level ABC level , The second-order DEF level, the third-order GHI level."
　　
　　"The third-order is useless, but it is more sensitive than the ordinary people; the second-order is obviously stronger than the ordinary people, but it is also stronger; and the first-order , It is completely distinguished from ordinary people. As for the super S-class, it is almost a walking weapon of mass destruction."
　　
　　He smiled: "Of course, it is basically in a peaceful age, and the spirit is used more in other places-such as the huge artificial celestial body of Dyson Cloud, which has always been the best controller of the Rong family. This is why, At that time Rongqian restored the monarchy so smoothly."
　　
　　Bai Mo thoughtfully said: "When you talked to that Wu fat man, you mentioned the crown prince Rongyuan and the green ghost... Both of them are S Level controller?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng was lying on the sofa, playing with the Rubik's Cube in silence, without answering.
　　
　　After a long time, he nodded: "Yes."
　　
　　Bai Mo hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly said: "What about you?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng was slightly stunned, and his hand slipped, and the Rubik's cube fell to the ground.
　　
　　"What are you thinking, I'm just an ordinary person." He rolled over to pick up the Rubik's cube, and shook his head with a smile.
　　
　　Bai Mo was lying on his stomach for a while, and said softly: "You... have you always been like this? Alone, living by picking things up and selling them to the recycle bin?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng suddenly felt a little irritable, he snapped. The Rubik's Cube was thrown on the workbench: "Whether with or without mental energy, is it just me? I haven't come over like this? Why are you so messy today, your kid? Is mother-in-law upset?"
　　
　　Bai Moye not angry. He turned over and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the top of the dark bed.
　　
　　After a while, he suddenly whispered, "Me too."
　　
　　"What is it?" Fu Yucheng didn't respond.
　　
　　"I don't have the mental energy either, I have been alone." Bai Mo said softly, "I have lived in an independent quarantine area of ​​the laboratory since I have memory."
　　
　　"In that quarantine area, I'm a laboratory technician every day Under her supervision, she regularly trains, eats regularly, takes medicine regularly, sleeps regularly, and collects blood samples at times. Occasionally fighting with other experiments, killing each other — I can't remember how many experiments I killed.
　　
　　"My fighting results are very good, but I have not awakened my spirit... At the beginning of this year, I was judged as a failure by the laboratory. The spaceship that transported me to the incineration center fell in the Sahara Desert-what happened later, you all Got it."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng didn't speak for a long time.
　　
　　Bai Mo felt that his heart was heavy, and fell straight down.
　　
　　Does he hate me? A failed experiment with blood on
　　
　　his hands... Will he drive me away?
　　
　　If he really wants to drive me away, I... what should I do?
　　
　　I shouldn't say it.
　　
　　Just when Bai Mo was almost anxious, Fu Yucheng suddenly sighed: "I thought that the laboratory of the Rong family had stopped operating for many years."
　　
　　Bai Mo was stunned: "You know this laboratory "
　　
　　Fu Yucheng nodded his head: "The infamous White Rose Palace laboratory specializes in exporting loyal and powerful royal knights-these knights were implanted with an instruction chip when they were young, and they absolutely obeyed the honorary authorities Any command."
　　
　　Bai Mo couldn't help but touch the back of the neck covered by the hair tail-there was a rose flower imprint of the size of a fingernail in that place.
　　
　　The mark is to cover the scars caused by the implant surgery.
　　
　　Seemingly knowing what he was thinking, Fu Yucheng slowly opened his mouth: "The microchip of the White Rose Palace is very close to the nerve, and there is no professional surgical equipment. It is difficult to take it out. However, if you want, Wu Fatzi is there. There is a metal patch, which is an excellent shielding material. As long as it is attached to the skin of the back neck, you can completely shield any instructions."
　　
　　"...Do you know the White Rose Palace very well?" Bai Mo couldn't help asking.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng was silent for a moment: "I used to think I knew very well."