My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

Chapter 103 Jianghai returns to know how many years, Vientiane Sen Luo always appears

thirteen,

The "data room" that Chen Yuyuan refers to is located in the northeast corner of the hexagonal courtyard, and it looks like a dark door.

If I had seen such a door leading to nowhere a few months ago, I would never have had the guts to walk through it alone.But today, this is nothing.

What's more, I know that Zhang Wensheng is behind this door!

Just like the door of room X23, there was a spot of light on the door, which swept across the sticker on my chest, and the door opened accordingly.I walked in, and the inside was not completely dark. It was actually a "boiler room" like the one where Boss Bai Zhenkang was sent away, and there were many black "coffins" erected.There are also countless fine colored lights on it, like firefly will-o'-the-wisps, which are all the lighting in this room.

But when it comes to the "boiler room", it is much more messy here. It can be said that there are hoses and thin lines with clear foreign words everywhere.These pipelines, like the roots of trees, are deeply embedded in the "coffins" that stand in the forest.Since there are roots, there are stems. I saw that all the rhizome-like pipelines lead to the center of this dark room, and the other end extends in the same direction.

I followed them and explored the center. After about forty steps, I suddenly realized that I came to an open space full of pipelines.At this time, I saw a person, almost naked, kneeling on the ground.His limbs and torso were covered with some fish skin-like membranes, and there was even a faint stench permeating his body.All the orderly thin threads are attached to his body, piercing into the film.

All visible hoses plug into a large, heavy, steel helmet that covers his head.

I can't see what these things are injecting into his body. My mortal eyes can clearly see that he is lying on the ground with almost nothing and is entangled with messy threads, twitching constantly, as if he is dying of dehydration fish.

I screamed—how loudly, I don't know.In short, my scream seemed to wake up this mausoleum-like dark room, the headlights were turned on, and the alarm sounded.

The sound of the alarm is not very loud, just sharp, thin, continuous, and disturbing.Amid the sound of the siren, under the direct light of the overhead light, I saw the naked man lying on the ground panting violently, raised his hand and pulled off the heavy helmet on his head, and cast an angry look at me.

I saw his face clearly... I really don't want it to be him, but he is Zhang Wensheng.

Zhang Wensheng stared at me and started yelling: Do you know what you are doing? !What is the fuss called!

I'm really afraid that he will beat me.He was so aggressive that he really looked like he was going to beat me up.It's just that I looked at him carefully, his complexion was so bad, it was gray and blue, although it was very clean, the eye circles seemed to have been stained with ink, it seemed that he didn't rest well.

I thought to myself, the medicine given by your teacher Chen is useless, you don't seem to have slept well at all.

He knelt on the ground and stared at me aggressively, but trembling.His body trembled as if it was about to disintegrate in front of me and turn into pieces.I have seen how people are reduced to pieces, into blood mist.

A burst of savagery suddenly rose in my heart, I stammered and called to him: Sheng...Brother Sheng!

I yelled, "You're shaking so badly, I'm scared!"

This is purely a big truth, without any adulteration.Telling the truth gave me great courage, so that I no longer flinch and stutter.I summoned up the courage to jump at him and grab his shoulders.But my hands don't work, my body needs to make sure that he is alive, that he is real, that he is not a phantom that turns into nothingness at any time... Wire.My hands slipped from his shoulders and closed behind his back.

I hold it all in my arms, along with the vine-like tubes that are sticking out of him.At this moment, I shed tears in front of him, for this reunion with the embarrassment 100 years later.Because of the mask, I was crying alone, and he didn't know it at all.

Zhang Wensheng was very cramped by me. I couldn't guess how he wanted to attack, and I don't need to guess.His body is very slippery, coated with some kind of ointment that I don't understand, and when he gives up struggling and relaxes, this tiny muscle tremor can shake off my clenched hands behind his back.

I refused to let go, and held on tightly again, interlocking my fingers, fearing that something would happen to him and he would be gone.

Zhang Wensheng's chin was vaguely attached to my neck, and his voice seemed to be hesitating: You... little classmate, who are you?Did I scare you just now?You...recognize me?

I suddenly thought of an important thing.I thought he was Zhang Wensheng, but now he is naked and does not have a pocket watch, no matter whether it is a good pocket watch or a bad pocket watch, he obviously does not have one, he is not my one and that Zhang Wensheng.I hugged Zhang Wensheng, but if I cried, I might have cried to the wrong person.

This overalls are very inconvenient, I can't even wipe my tears, and I don't dare to take off the mask like Chen Yuyuan.

While I was hesitating, I heard the sound of the sliding door again. It seems that my great-grandson Chen Yuyuan finally got his female student, Julia, the elder sister of Yingzi who spread rumors and wrote my story. Only then did he procrastinate and enter the door.

When Zhang Wensheng heard his footsteps, he immediately knew it was him. The moment my great-grandson walked around the pile of "coffins" and entered the stage, he stretched out his arms and broke me apart.

It literally pushed me out, threw me out... I was caught off guard, and even rolled on the pipeline on the ground!

My eyes went dark from the fall, and then I heard Zhang Wensheng yelled earnestly: Professor!

Chen Yuyuan came over, first squatted down and helped me sit up.His eyes were fixed on Zhang Wensheng all the time.

Wen Sheng, did you do the somatosensory simulation experiment without any support staff? !Have you applied for registration in the experimental system?

I heard the voice of my great-grandson, it was so severe.I looked up at his face, and I found that he was gritting his teeth and suppressing his temper because of his shortness of breath.Both of his cheeks were slightly puffed up, obviously he was already on the verge of exploding with anger.