"Professor Leonardo, a detective from country K has been looking for you. Vivien, the secretary of the Nerve Conduction Institute at the University of Meates, finally dialed Leonardo's phone for the fifth time.

Leonardo, the detective of the country K, rubbed his swollen temples, the strength of last night's alcohol still tormenting his aged body. He replied unhappily, "Damn, what are the detectives from country K doing here, don't see you!" If it was the young Tom on the other end of the line, Leonardo would have scolded - this damn little white face! But as soon as he heard Vivien's voice, he spared three points.

"Hey, old thing, you don't have such a long memory? I am—" In Leonardo's ears, the voice was extremely harsh, reminding him of a very unpleasant past.

"Hell, there's no better day!" Leonardo cursed to God angrily, "Vivien, let him in, pour me another cup of coffee, remember, just one cup!"

For unknown reasons, Vivien takes Eric, Chiko, and Caitlin to Leonardo's office. It is a world-renowned Institute of Human Neuroscience, which has given birth to five Nobel Prizes in Medicine, has the most advanced research equipment and top neuroconduction scholars, and one-third of the world's top neuroconduction experts have been taught here.

But Leonardo is the only big exception. The entire institute could not understand why this old scoundrel, who drank heavily and hung out in nightclubs, could stay here and have a luxurious office to himself. Just in the morning, when Eric asked to visit Leonardo, Chiko objected. Although the investigation report said that one-third of Baldebank's investment was in nerve conduction research, of which the Nerve Conduction Institute of Meath University was on the investment list, Chiko checked this world-famous research institute with his mobile phone, and there was no Leonardo's name at all, which shows that this person has few achievements in research.

After turning around, Vivien led Eric and his party to Leonardo's office. When she was three meters away from the office, Chiko could already smell a rush of alcohol. When I opened the door, sure enough, there was a pile of empty whiskey bottles lying on the desk, and a fat old man with a smell of alcohol and a messy beard was reclining on a leather chair. Chiko and Caitlyn looked at each other, both frowning in disbelief.

"Oh, Leonardo, it seems that your life is still so rich, and it's nice to drink and have fun. Eric swaggered inside.

Leonardo waved at Vivien, motioning for her to stand down, then turned his face and glared at Eric, "It's unfortunate that I could meet you little bastard." But when he saw Chiko and Caitlin next to Eric, Leonardo's pair of small eyes kept rolling on them, and Chiko felt uncomfortable.

Eric saw Leonardo's small movements, so he deliberately walked up to him, covering his squinting vision, and greeted with a grin: "You don't want to see me, I miss you to death, I can't help but want to put you in Bacchus-" As he spoke, Eric deliberately dragged out the tail note, and used his index finger to cross a curved wavy line in front of Leonardo's eyes.

"Shut your dog, you curly-haired detective!Why did God let you live this little curly-haired you shouldn't-" Leonardo eagerly stopped Eric's words, but stopped talking, "Say, what are you looking for me!"

Eric threw a report in front of him: "Know or not about Bald Bank. ”

"What?bank?I just know where the strippers are the hottest in Lencolnshire and how much do they cost?" Leonardo glanced at the report, but didn't pick it up and open it.

"Okay~" Eric personally opened the report that he threw on the table, and then put the text in front of Leonardo, "1 million euros, Balde Bank's investment in you is not small." ”

Leonardo sneered, "Poor detective, do you think I can speak in this world's top research institute? I don't even know the current head here, let alone any bullshit bank investing here." ”

Leonardo's answer was expected by Eric. The old man didn't want to know anything but whiskey and a young woman. He flipped to one of the pages of the report, which was about the Balde Bank's investment in the Nerve Conduction Institute, the study of neurological extension and mirror reflexes

"So let's change the question, change what you're good at, tell us about the project, what it is, why would a bank be interested in such an obscure field?" asked Eric, pointing to the name of the project.

"How do I know, I haven't done this job in more than a decade, you should ask the guys sitting on the top floor. Leonardo's face sank slightly, and he used his hand in disgust to block the report that Eric was pointing at.

"Really?" Caitlyn pulled a greasy piece of paper out of the paper basket with her fingers, "I don't know much about nerve extension and mirror reflexes, but this is clearly a paper in the field of neurology, and the date on the header is the 5th of last month, which must be a recent journal?"

Seeing this ironclad evidence that had no room for turn, Leonardo's face became even more gloomy, and he cursed hatefully: "Damn, don't these stupid donkeys even know how to take out the garbage regularly, I think they should all be thrown into the garbage dump!"

Looking at the bad old man in front of him, who was angry at every turn, Chiko felt very ridiculous, and doubted whether he was capable of explaining the investment project that Eric was referring to. With so many well-known scholars in the institute, why did Eric only love this old rascal who had no scholarly atmosphere? But she quickly thought of the answer—like gathers like, and people gather in groups.

At this moment, Caitlin quietly walked to the windowsill of the office and closed the curtains casually. She wasn't sure, but she was keenly aware that there was a pair of eyes that seemed to be staring at the office. She then walked up to Eric, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled faintly at Eric. Eric immediately understood what she meant, and he pressed the report on Leonardo's chest, patted him on the shoulder, and pretended to mourn, "Good luck, old fellow!"

"What? good luck? I don't have ...... when I see you."

Leonardo was puzzled by Eric's sudden change of attitude, but he understood it profoundly. At this time, Caitlin had silently walked around Leonardo's back, she grabbed the back of the chair where Leonardo was sitting, and jerked hard, Leonardo's stacked fat body smashed on the marble floor with a "bang". Before he could react, Caitlyn kicked Leonardo's crotch, and Leonardo screamed in pain. Eric, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines, also felt a chill in his crotch, and even Qianzi couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and blinked his eyes unconsciously.

Leonardo covered his lower body in pain and asked tremblingly, "Who are you, you-what are you going to do!"

Caitlyn still smiled faintly, then grabbed his collar with one hand, pressed him to the desk, and greeted unhurriedly, "Professor Leonardo, our time is precious, I hope I won't find out that you are pretending to be crazy and stupid!"

Eric squatted down, let his eyes be parallel to Leonardo who was pressed on the table, and sighed as if he was mourning: "Old friend, let's tell the truth, neither of them is easy to mess with." As he spoke, he looked back at Qianzi standing behind him, Qianzi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his hands cooperated to make a "cluck-cluck" fist clenching sound.

Caitlyn picked up the report, put it on Leonardo's face, and said softly, "Now let's talk." With that, he let go of him.

Leonardo didn't dare to disobey, and got up and quickly skimmed through the articles and introductions in the report. After a while, he touched the fine sweat on his forehead and said, "This is a relatively advanced research, but if it is successful, it will become a milestone in human medicine, and it can save hundreds of millions of people from suffering." ”

Hundreds of millions of people?Hearing Leonardo's astonishing words, both Chiko and Caitlyn were a little surprised, especially for the word "salvation". Only Eric was still at ease, asking, "What is this study for?"