Although Norman is sixty-nine years old, he swears that he has absolutely no signs of Alzheimer's disease, after all, he has a personal doctor who tests him every month.

Not only that, but in all the tests I have done, my brain has always been the healthiest part of myself.

So, is it really not an illusion just now?

There was a person who walked up to him and took advantage of his squinting to replace the newspaper in his hand with an invitation?

Norman didn't think he was old and dizzy, not to mention, if someone really came in, how could his bodyguards and secretary not notice?

Thinking of this, Norman raised his head again and looked around cautiously.

However, there was still no movement around, only the secretary who was cleaning up the bookshelves behind him, and the two guards standing quietly at the door.

By this time, if it weren't for the extra invitation in his hand, I'm afraid even Norman himself would have begun to doubt himself.

"Emily ......"

Norman couldn't help but exclaim.

"Mr. Norman, I'm here."

Immediately, a middle-aged woman swept in a rich perfume walked up to her, leaned down sharply to reveal her majestic chest, "Do you need me to pour you a cup of health tea?" ”

"No, Emily, did anyone pass me just now?"

Norman stared into the eyes of the woman in front of him, as if trying to see her through.

"Why, Mr. Norman."

The secretary's expression changed slightly, and then he said strangely, "This is your private office, who else can come in without being informed except for me and Leo?" ”

"Is that so?" Norman gradually looked away, he lowered his head, looked at the invitation in his hand, and showed a thoughtful expression.

"Hey, Mr. Norman, when did this invitation ......?"

Finally, the secretary also saw the invitation letter that suddenly appeared in Norman's hand, and was a little stunned.

"It's none of your business."

Without waiting for the woman to finish asking, Norman gave the other party a cold look.

The secretary quickly came to his senses when he heard this, and quickly swallowed the doubts that came to his mouth.

She had been professionally trained, so she naturally knew what to ask and what not to ask, but she was too surprised just now, after all, ten minutes ago, her boss didn't have this thing in his hands.

After the woman returned to her place, Norman carefully looked at the invitation in her hand.

Since he can avoid his elite bodyguards and the eyes of this stupid woman, and send the invitation to himself, no matter how the other party does it, this invitation has a value to see.

On the cover of the invitation, there is a somewhat strange logo, a mechanical hand wants to touch a human hand, and below the logo, there is a small line of slogan:

"The holy land of science, the forbidden area of God."

Norman was not a devout Christian, but he couldn't help but frown when he saw the logo.

"What a boldness, this slogan and this pattern, is it trying to express the meaning that science can replace God?"

Norman muttered under his breath, then he snorted coldly and turned the first page.

Suddenly, a text written by a gel pen came into view.

At first glance, this text may not seem to be anything special, but the more you look closely, the more you can feel the goodness of it.

Because both the spacing between the letters and the similarity between the same letters are almost the same in these words.

You know, even if a calligrapher who has been practicing for decades deliberately writes two identical letters, it is difficult to do it exactly right, and this is not a matter of technology, but of human control of their own muscles.

Unless there is a person who can control every slightest force of his muscles with such precision, it is possible to write exactly the same letters.

But is there such a person in the world?

Norman may not have believed it before, but at this time Norman had to believe it, because he couldn't see any difference between the whole text, just like the standard text typeset by the computer, clean and neat.

However, anyone can see that this is not a computer-printed font, because the text has a strong personal style, and the handwriting is not something that can be easily simulated by a computer.

What kind of person can write such miraculous words?

Norman took a deep breath, now that he was even more interested in the invitation.

"Dear Mr. Norman Foster:"

"When you read this text, it proves that it has been delivered to you, and please forgive us for not saying goodbye."

"As you can see, we are an organization called the 'God's Forbidden Zone', which was founded spontaneously by a group of people who are committed to the pursuit of prolonging life, with the goal of breaking the limits of the human Heflik and gaining a right that only gods possess - eternal life."

"To this end, we have launched a program called 'Human Life Escape', which includes hundreds of scientific and technological projects to extend human life, including 13 projects such as aging reversal therapy, clonal organ transplantation, Alzheimer's reversal therapy, neural stem cell linkage regeneration, and cancer cyclin-dependent kinase."

"Among these projects, there are already two successful projects, 'Aging Reversal Therapy' and 'Clonal Organ Transplantation', which, once used interchangeably, can extend the life of a natural person by more than 30 years."

"For this reason, we have attached a subset of the information on these two technologies, and if you don't think the information is convincing, you can also check out the video files of these two technologies at the website provided in the invitation letter."

"If you are interested in our project, please contact us on the webpage."

Finally, there is the signature of God's forbidden area.

After reading this paragraph, the corners of Norman's eyes couldn't help but twitch.

I have to say that when he saw the words 'aging reversal treatment', his heart, which should have been downsized, suddenly jumped violently.

But immediately, this excitement immediately turned into suspicion.

Scam organizations?

Norman was not without a similar situation.

There are similar cases in their own circles, several old rich people in the financial industry were persuaded to invest tens of millions because they found an organization similar to the Alcor Life Extension Foundation on the Internet, but within two days, the other party directly rolled up the money and ran away, making these old rich people a big laughing stock in the financial world.

Norman didn't want to be ruined when he died.

But......

What if what the other party says is true?

Norman was silent for a moment, then smiled wryly - yes, even if he knew that this organization was mostly fake, what could he do, could he ignore it?

Norman's gaze was fixed on the words "thirty years longer life".

Now that I am 68 years old, although my body is still strong, how long can I maintain this rare health?

I am no longer young, maybe I can live for ten to twenty years, or perhaps, a cold tomorrow can kill me, who can say for sure?

Thinking of this, Norman sighed silently and straightened up from the recliner, "Emily, you go out and call my son Leo in." ”

"Yes, Mr. Norman."