"Zhou Zhiwei said before he died that it was the academics who were chasing him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ding Yi closed the automatic curtains, turned on the projection lamp, and listed all the known information of Zhou Zhiwei. "This is the only one that is literally relevant." Ding Yi circled a message in yellow from the text in the projection. "Imperial College London. It is written in the information that Zhou Zhiwei graduated from here. But this is not the same as the academic trap in Zhou Zhiwei's mouth. Imperial College London is a world-renowned university. Headquartered in London, England. It doesn't seem like an organization that hunts down people. I consulted Imperial College's online open student list. Zhou Zhiwei did graduate from Imperial College London. However, he deceived us, in fact, his performance was not excellent, on the contrary, he had mediocre grades, lived a low-key life, and did not have any behavior related to the unconventional pace organization. There is no possibility of being favored by the Ministry of Defense. The only thing that is unusual is that I investigated Zhou Zhiwei's personnel trajectory in Europe in those years. It was discovered that he spent most of his time studying in Europe in Budapest and Genoa, not in England. This is highly doubtful. Therefore, Li Qing, you are responsible for this clue, continue to investigate, and be sure to find out what Zhou Zhiwei did in Eastern Europe, and who he is talking about academics. ”

"OK, but is this related to the mission we are investigating now?" Li Qing was very skeptical.

"I think someone must want to get Telo before Du Lengding, so they will send hired gunmen to kill Zhou Zhiwei. So this school of thought may have found them with the same purpose as Durenzin..... It is necessary to find them. ”

"Find them." Lu Qi, who was listening, pursed his lips and interjected. His hands were on his knees, and he kept his head down in silence. Zhang Yinghui and Wen Ying looked at each other a little at a loss, and they couldn't know Captain Lu's considerations.

"I'm late." A big man opened the door and walked in hunched over. "Lao Yue next door just handed me a case..... Uh," Ah Fu said, opening the bag, "I'm not sure why he had to hand over a traffic accident case to me." But he said....." Ah Fu scratched his head, forgetting what the director had just explained.

"Traffic accidents? The special service team is not on the road to direct traffic, why hand over traffic accidents to us? Ding Yi snorted and helped him open the bag, which contained a few photos.

"He said it would be better for the special service team to confirm it themselves, and then go to him to confirm whether they want to meddle in this matter." Ah Fu replied. He didn't understand what was in the traffic accident that deserved the attention of the Secret Service.

"Let the Secret Service take over the traffic accident? There are thousands of accidents in Tamyun every day. Zhang Yinghui flipped through the photos disdainfully.

"Huh? ....." Ding Yi's gaze rested on a photo of a woman. He noticed something was wrong. He flipped back through the pile of photos until he saw a recent photograph of the wounded man's wounds.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yinghui compared a few photos and asked.

"Wen Ying, come and see." Ding Yi picked up two recent photos, "Can you be sure?" He pointed to the woman's finger, which had a three-dimensional wound tattoo on her index finger.

"Jellyfish?" Wen Ying stitched together two photos from different angles. Ding a little head.

"It does look a lot like a creature tattoo. However, it is better to confirm it on the spot. Wen Ying put her index finger on the top of her glasses and examined it carefully. From the perspective of two one-sided lenses, it was difficult for her to confirm. But she was sure of the jellyfish. The undead lighthouse jellyfish has allowed her to follow the clues from the United States all the way here.

"That's what makes us over. If confirmed, then we have found another lighthouse hacker. ”

"But," Ah Fu interrupted Ding Yi's optimistic view apprehensively, "she's dead." ”

“.......”

"I need to go and see it."

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A dim blue light. The light is printed on a soundproof wooden wall wrapped in soft leather wallpaper. The man put on his bath pants and walked out the door covering his slightly fat legs. The woman in the room was naked, sitting on the edge of a round bed with her hair coiled. A man walks down a green-carpeted aisle in disposable paper slippers. The windows of the cabins in the rest rooms are covered with suggestive wet wipes, which speak for themselves. He heard a woman's moaning coming intermittently from the room. At the end of the aisle, a fat man who had already noticed him stood in the dim light. Although the fat man wears a suit and leather shoes, his obedient eyes are full of gang atmosphere.

The man walked straight downstairs, through the deliberately dimly arranged aisle, into the street. He glanced back, and several of the signboards of the Xinxing Bath Center were shining, and there was an undercurrent of money rolling in the gleaming metal. The man felt a chill as he pulled his hand into his sleeve. Also retracted was a gray jellyfish pattern on the back of the hand. The streets of Yan Ching Street are about to enter winter. The man in the sports cotton jacket passed him past him and stepped into the light next door to the bathing center. The man felt déjà vu, and the microcurrent chip on his fingertips flashed as if he felt the magnetic force flowing through the magnet. He glanced up at the building. Postpartum rehabilitation care. The man understood, and naturally smiled in the crowd.

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A fair-skinned pregnant woman lies nervously on a cold operating table waiting for an examination. Even though the shadowless light was not turned on, she still nervously pulled up the corner of the nursing gown. She anxiously touched the edge of the operating table and struggled to sit up, desperate to know the results.

"Doctor, how's it going?" With fear and anticipation, she didn't dare to ask out loud. "My husband has a genetic disorder in his family. I, I'm afraid my baby will get that kind of disease. I'm a responsible mom and I don't want my baby to come into the world like his father. The woman said pitifully, with tears and pleading.

"I understand, I understand." The man with the sterile mask spoke. His gentle tone gave the pregnant woman a lot of relief. "Actually, you don't have to worry about Mrs. Shen, phenylacetone deficiency is a family disease inherited from generation to generation. According to my calculations, it is almost impossible for your baby to develop such a disease. "Instead of writing medical records, he does digital calculations on a touchscreen tablet. In his right hand, he holds the paper inspection report that has just come out. Here, he knew very well that not writing medical records and leaving nothing that could be used as evidence was the right thing for biohackers to do.

"And, in the early stages of pregnancy, adjunct with appropriate food therapy can also prevent your husband's pathology from being passed on to your children. But since you have chosen to have genetic surgery, I will assure you that I will completely remove all genes that carry the hidden danger of disease, whether recessive or dominant. Your family genetic disease will be put an end to me! Zhang Yi took off the white mask and said-Mr. Function took the request for surgery from the underground black market. The cost is high, but since there is a channel to find him, Zhang Yi does not have to worry about the patient's financial situation at all. "Mrs. Shen, I have checked your physical condition. Your physiology is also normal, and you can have genetic surgery the day after tomorrow. ”

"yes, that's great, thank you so much, doctor." The pregnant woman's thick eyebrows also stretched out, but Zhang Yi felt that her mother, who was pitiful just now, instantly became strong, and even the silkworm eyebrows revealed ruthlessness everywhere. "Doctor, there's one more thing." Zhang Yi turned around, she took his hand, and suddenly changed her tone and whispered, "The child in my belly, its father runs a small company. But he can't run it well, the company is getting worse and worse, you know what I mean, its father is too cowardly. I want my child, who is more like his grandfather, smart and strong, able to manage everyone, can you help me..."

It's another bloody story of a junior in the upper position! Even if the expectant mother is not satisfied, a person with a high IQ like Zhang Yi naturally understands everything in his heart. "Is it simple, wiser than its father? Maybe. But I can't do that.... You know, the law doesn't allow that. Zhang Yi pretended to twist and behaved. Of course, he could guess the woman's purpose. If it is simply an operation to remove genetic diseases, it may not be impossible for national hospitals to do it. Since he was named as a dangerous and highly skilled biohacker like him, he naturally wanted to add some condiments and extra services that could not be obtained in ordinary places. Patients are prepared for the risks and costs.

"No, no doctor, it's just a simple wish of a mother! I hope that the baby will be able to come into this world better. I have a low education and am afraid that I will not be able to teach my children well. So we can't let it lose at the starting line. I just want babies not to be born worse than other children. The woman awkwardly stood up, picked up her handbag, and deliberately pleaded with a cheque on hand.

Zhang Yi lowered his head knowingly, pretending to ponder for a while, and then made a nodding decision with difficulty. "I'll do it." He clutched his chin and considered.

"Well, thank you so much, doctor!" The young woman was delighted. In fact, the so-called prohibition of the creation of genetic classes is nothing more than a prohibition at the level of legal documents. And as long as human whispers and the desire to conquer still exist, then everything is empty talk and everything cannot be avoided. Sooner or later, the genetic class will emerge, and the old humans will only survive comfortably under the protection of humanitarian wing feathers. In fact, the genetic class will always replace the old humans, and the law is only trying to delay this time as much as possible, and one day, even the legislators themselves will be replaced.

Zhang Yi understands this very well. When the time comes, the woman will definitely ask for more genetic condiments. But Zhang Yi doesn't necessarily do that. He knew the time he was in, the point at which the old and the new were connected. The efforts of biohackers and all genetic workers in this era will make the new era come early or delayed. Zhang Yi's inner position supports the latter. So more often than not, he just cuts or adds some inconsequential genes, giving the surgeon psychological incentives, rather than really changing the surgeon. Even if there is no lighthouse, the Forty-Seven Body Man will actually appear in human history sooner or later, but I don't know what posture it will take.

As soon as the woman walked out of the door, Zhang Yi received a message from the implant communication at her temple: Come and see me. He could feel that this hacker had a higher level of communication than him, and he knew who it was, after all, it was from him.

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