Sim Baker, who stayed up all night, finally made a decision, a difficult one.

Inside a café on Karl Marxstraße in the south-east of Berlin.

Sim Baker waited tiredly, waiting for the arrival of Eric Fan, another author of the paper, who had just put a cup of black coffee and a cup of milk tea on the table.

Walking in at the door of the café, a tall, thin young man in a gray trench coat with a pair of slightly emerald green eyes under his pale blonde hair.

"Sim, good morning."

"Eric, good morning." Sim Baker was a little embarrassed and said, "I have something I want to talk to you about. ”

took a sip of the milk tea shop Eric Van and glanced at the haggard Sim Baker: "I was so excited that I didn't sleep all night"

......" Sim Baker hesitated, but still spoke his heart: "I...... I decided to give up working at Marcus Labs. ”

Cough! Eric Fan hurriedly put down the milk tea cup and asked incredulously, "Why did you decide to give up working in Marcus's lab?"

Licking his dry lips, Sim Baker nodded sadly.

"Why?" said Eric Van as he shook his head.

"Because of this ......," Sim Baker slid a piece of sticky notes down the table.

Eric Van looked at the contents of the sticky notes, his face was cloudy, his eyes were full of struggle, and it was obvious that he couldn't let go of that honor.

Marcus Lab promised that only two of them agreed to go, and they would do their best to win the Nobel Prize in Medicine in the future.

"Sim, this is just your father's speculation, I don't think Marcus Labs would do such a thing."

"Erik, wake up! Rice spora can be used with our lab equipment to determine the whole genome, and I trust my father. ”

"But there are so many biological labs in this world, why do you think Marcus Labs created this super fungus?"

Listening to the increasingly excited voice, Sim Baker knew that the other party was already defending the devil, and he said with a slightly sad expression:

"Eric, you should know who the controller behind Marcus Lab is, even if Marcus Lab doesn't have this tendency, it doesn't mean that the people behind them don't."

"It's ridiculous, just because of a conspiracy theory, you are willing to give up your efforts for three years, and you don't want to forget it."

With that, Eric Van pulled out his chair and left.

"......" stretched out his hand, and finally Sim Baker still drooped weakly, looking at Eric Van's back as he faded away, he could only hope that he was thinking too much.

After settling the bill in a daze, he walked aimlessly down the street and unknowingly came to the statue of Karl Marx.

Suddenly, a faint scent of tulips came from one side, and it was only then that he noticed a girl appearing beside him.

"Why not go to Marcus Labs"

Sim Beck's pupils suddenly constricted, and his breathing became short.

"Who are you?"

The young woman lifted her long hair from her sideburns, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly and smiled, "Look at this." ”

Sim Baker nervously took the girl's phone as a video call was being made on the screen, with the barrel of a gun and the villa in the distance.

At this time, in the window of the villa, a familiar figure was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"Bastard, what do you want to do," Chim Baker roared, drawing sideways glances from passers-by.

But the young girl smiled calmly and lightly: "Mr. Baker, now I sincerely invite you to work in Marcus's laboratory, of course you can choose to decline. ”

Gazing at the girl's unspoken eyes, Sim Baker's whole body was as if he had been poured into his body by the cold wind of the Arctic.

Clenching his fists to death, he wanted to strangle the other party to death, but the thought of his father at gunpoint made Sim Baker have to hold back.

The girl looked at her watch and whispered calmly like a devil: "You have two minutes left." ”

"Looks like you're doing something you're doing, you executioners, butchers,......" Sim Baker staggered.

"You have 54 seconds left."

As the clock approached, Sim Baker struggled in pain, gritted his teeth and slammed his phone on the ground, and said in despair: "You have won." ”

"Wise choice, welcome to Mr. Baker." The girl squinted and laughed.

But Sim Baker didn't say a word.

The young girl whispered in his ear: "One last word of war, Mr. Baker, don't be clever, this is tomorrow's ticket to Houston, Texas, and we'll see you tomorrow." ”

With the ticket in hand, Sim Baker turned to leave without saying a word.

At the crossroads, a listless Sim Baker suddenly collided with a passerby, and he almost fell to the ground, but a strong hand held him.

The man bent down to pick up the ticket and said with a smile: "Sir, there are always countless crossroads in life, you have to believe in your heart. ”

"Uh...... I'm sorry. Sim Baker took the ticket in a daze, he didn't see the other person clearly, and the man drifted away.

Putting his ticket in his trouser pocket, he hailed a taxi and left Karl Marx Street.

When he got home, he didn't know how to explain it to his father, so he could only hide in his room depressed.

I was about to pull out the ticket from my trouser pocket, only to find that there was an extra card in my trouser pocket.

Where did the card come from, there was only one line of German on it, and it was a trick on the lamp, what did it mean, was it a trick on that woman?

Looking in the direction of the curtain, he put the card on the lamp, and when he turned on the lamp, lines of text appeared on the bedside table. Seven or eight Chinese geniuses memorize ωωω.78zω.còм м.7.8zщ.cóм in one second

Meet at 5:20 p.m. at New Saints Church, RLLM

RLLM What Does New Saints Church be two streets next door to his house, and he wants to know what the woman and the forces behind it are trying to do.

Suddenly, his hand burned, and the card attached to the lamp fell on the bedside table, and the card turned into a pile of powder.

……

After lunch, after more than three hours, at last it was about five o'clock, and he put on his coat and walked to the church of the New Saints, two streets away.

The people who were spying on them also followed as if they were shadows.

He walked into the church hall and there was only one priest praying.

"Child, what are you suffering and confused about?" asked the priest, holding the Bible.

"Nothing"

The priest was still instructing him, but he didn't listen a word, and the clock on one side of the church wall was approaching 5:20.

Suddenly, his phone vibrate.

A text message popped up on the phone: Go to the third room of the bathroom in ten minutes

The text message exists for less than 5 seconds, and the next second it is replaced by a weather alert.

At 5:30, he walked impatiently into the third room of the men's restroom.

As soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened.

After a burst of water, Sim Baker straightened his clothes and left the bathroom.

Seeing Sim Baker consciously return home, the two people in charge of monitoring didn't pay too much attention, maybe the other party went to the church to confess, anyway, as long as the person didn't run, they didn't bother to care.

In the dead of night in Berlin, a car stopped for a few minutes from the Church of the New Saints and headed southeast to Treptow Park Street.