Somewhere, a circular underground building, like an opera house, is lined with seats, spread out in a circle. The outer circle is on higher ground and the inner circle is on lower ground, so that the people who are discussing it can clearly see who is speaking.

This is the third time this year that the Committee has been convened. Unlike the previous two meetings, which were about funding and research, this meeting was held in response to the accident on Bezier Island.

Zhang Tengzi is a half-bald middle-aged man, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, and he is usually gentle and elegant, but now, he hides his face with his hands, sits in his seat, and does not say a word.

There is still a long time before the official meeting, and many people are coming in one after another at the entrance to the north and south.

In the rotunda, few people speak, and the atmosphere is solemn and calm.

An elderly man passed by Zhang Tengzi's side, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted: "People are dead, so you have to mourn." After saying that, he sighed.

Zhang Tengzi ignored it. He didn't need a fake kind word. He, who had always been hypocritical and wronged, now felt an unspeakable disgust at all false words. The more someone comforts him, the more he feels disgusted with the other person. The only son died, left him, and returned to the arms of his mother, whom he had not yet met.

Since he first heard the bad news, Zhang Tengzi didn't feel so sad. The first thing he felt was dazed, at a loss, as if he was in a childhood nightmare, falling in the dark space of nothingness, with no time and no end.

But the next day, he felt an unspeakable outrage. Someone betrayed him and deprived him of his son. He was to punish the traitors and warn the rest of his men that there was no good end to being a traitor.

He personally went to the experimental base. The young genius trapped in the glass room, the culprit who killed his son, was tinkering with the computer with excitement on his face. Next to his glass house, there were soldiers, all armed with weapons, their eyes level, and their faces expressionless.

In the past ten days, the young genius slept and ate soundly, and he actually regarded the glass house as an apartment, and the white coat outside the house as a servant, and lived a good life, as if he was a prince.

Zhang Tengzi stared at the man in the glass house. He couldn't remember the name of this man, and he probably didn't even know his own name. All he knew was that the white coats were popular to call young geniuses doctors.

He looked at the doctor's silly smiling face, and wanted to lift his foot and grind it on his nose and mouth, so that he could no longer laugh. If possible, Zhang Tengzi will definitely let him taste the taste of life is worse than death.

But he is not alone in this matter. Those committee members all saw the value of doctors. Just a few days ago, the doctor had just developed a new type of weapon, which not only consumed low energy, but also had amazing lethality. This energy weapon, with its lasers, is enough to melt a large hole in the thick yellow granite wall. The Council took great care of the Doctor, and this love increased even more after he invented the weapon, as evidenced by the soldiers near the Glass House.

In the company of Fall-Bolt, a person's rights can be great, but in some ways they are powerless. No one will agree with Zhang Tengzi and cut the doctor with a thousand cuts.

The doctor seemed to sense his gaze, glanced back with a grin, and continued to bury his head in the computer.

Zhang Tengzi didn't speak, but his eyes opened wider, and they were full of angry flames. However, he could only sulk, and he was really helpless against the people in the glass house.

He can't torture the doctor, but he can torture someone else.

He walked into a laboratory, quietly looked at the four white coats standing in a row, glanced around coldly, and said, "Why are you hiding from me?"

The white coats standing against the wall are three men and one woman, the male white coats are all older, only the female white coats are younger, and they seem to be apprentices. The three men looked calm, without any fear. It was they who decided to hide part of Moe. They portray Meng as an ordinary intelligent robot, just good-looking and satisfying the doctor's needs in some aspects.

The committee had no idea that a robot could be so lethal that it could easily escape from a siege by multiple security personnel. If they knew about Xiao Meng's special features in advance, they wouldn't have let Zhang Tengzi transport her away anyway.

The whitecoat, which looked the oldest on the left, said, "We just can't bear it. "They watched the doctor seek death, they watched the doctor go crazy, and they watched the doctor obsessively study robots for more than ten years. Although they did not speak to him, they had developed feelings for him. When you're older, you may always be sentimental. Their original intention of concealment is actually very simple, they just hope that the robot can accompany him. Some things go wrong and go in the opposite direction. They tried their best to depict Xiaomeng's beauty to hide her high intelligence, but they didn't expect that it was because of her beauty that she left the laboratory early.

Self-defeating, making them feel remorseful, but never regretful. Even in the face of death, there is no regret. They have been trapped in this dark place for decades, and they have long wanted to be freed.

Zhang Tengzi glanced at the old white coat gloomily, and the cold gaze shot out of the gold-rimmed glasses was enough to make anyone shiver. He suddenly became hysterical and shouted: "You have compassion on others, who will have compassion on my son, who will have compassion on me!" I spent half my life, using all means, and scheming, to climb to this position with great difficulty, in order to give my son a great future, to stand taller and see farther, and now that he is dead, everything I have done is meaningless. Do you see the blood holes in his eyes? staring at me directly, he is questioning me: Father, why are you hurting me!"

He was silent for a while, and his voice suddenly deepened, and there was a faint cry. He lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Son, don't blame me, I don't know." Go in peace, I will avenge you. When it's over, I'll come to you. ”

The momentary weakness quickly disappeared, and Zhang Tengzi soon reverted to becoming a scheming committee member. "Do you have any last words? Say it, and maybe I will be a compassionate person and fulfill your wishes. ”

The eldest white coat glanced at Zhang Tengzi, then at the female apprentice who had been trembling, and said: "It's all the idea of our three old guys, as for the female doll, she doesn't know anything, you just let her go." ”

Zhang Tengzi smiled gloomily again. The little girl doesn't know anything? You think I'm a three-year-old? Four people are in the same lab, and everybody knows everything very well, what can I not know. "I'd love to have mercy once, but I'm sorry, I can't really do it. ”

When the female apprentice heard this, she opened her eyes in horror, waved her hands again and again, and said, "Please, don't kill me, I just came out of school and don't know anything." I don't know anything, I'm not involved in anything, please let me go. ”

Zhang Tengzi indifferently watched the female apprentice's pleading, without saying a word.

Two soldiers with guns walked in and took the four men out.

The three old white coats always looked serene, but the old man sighed: he still couldn't save the little girl, he was really sorry. The female apprentice was dragged forward by one of the soldiers. She cried and begged to let her go, as long as she was allowed to live, she was willing to do anything.

No one paid any attention to her. The other white coats were so immersed in their own affairs that they didn't even look at it.

Four white coats were brought to the door of a laboratory. The laboratory is also enclosed by a special glass wall, so that people can clearly see what is going on inside the laboratory. Lions, tigers, black bears, all staring outward. Their eyes were red, and it seemed that they hadn't eaten for several days, and the corners of one dog's mouth were even drooling.

A soldier stepped forward and opened the door to the glass house.

The female apprentice cried, howled, and struggled. She tried to break free of the arm that was holding her collar, but it was holding on steadily, and showed no sign of letting go.

The three men in white coats had always had calm expressions, but when they saw the beast in the glass house again, there was still a hint of fear on their faces. But it was only a momentary expression, and soon, they regained their composure.

The old man was the first to walk along the open gate and entered.

The beasts stirred and walked back and forth restlessly. A pair of eyes were all staring at him.

The old man smiled slightly, as if he was not in hell, but in heaven.

The other two men in white coats also walked in, with the same calm steps and the same calm eyes.

The female apprentice refused to enter. She desperately backed away, trying to escape the place. If she could see the light of day again, she would never come to this place again, and she wouldn't even dare to hear the name of Bolt's company again.

It's a pity that there are no ifs. Reality is always harsh. The man by the collar dragged her into a glass house filled with hungry beasts.

The earth dog whimpered lowly and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The female apprentice cried out in an eight-fold pitch, begging them to spare her. The voice was terrible and desperate, and it frightened the beasts for a moment.

The soldier dragged the female apprentice into the glass house and prepared to walk away.

The female apprentice reflexively hugged his thighs and looked at the soldier pitifully.

Expressionless, the soldier pushed her away, walked briskly out of the glass room, and closed the door tightly.