As a scientific researcher, the most important eyes and hands are gone, which is tantamount to taking his life, and even making him even more painful.

Song Yan met Fu Chi's gaze, the curvature of the corners of his mouth remained unchanged, and the light under his eyes was even more enthusiastic, as if he was advocating something.

"Fu Chi." He smiled: "To be honest, your talent is better than mine, but you don't pursue anything, but only pounce on a woman, how a pity?" ”

Fu Chi looked at him coldly: "At least I still live like a person, Mr. Song, what did you leave behind in the end?" Reputation? Achievement? ”

He tugged at the corners of his lips very lightly, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his beautiful Danfeng eyes: "These things, as time goes by, will soon be submerged in this long river of history, so are you pursuing loneliness?" ”

Song Yan is a person like him, he doesn't care about the impact of his scientific research results on the world, he just enjoys the process of gradually becoming clearer.

Song Yan squinted slowly.

After a while.

The man smiled.

Although his neck was still bleeding, he didn't seem to feel it, and his posture was extremely relaxed: "So I'm here to save you." ”

Fu Chi didn't speak.

The eye sockets are deep and scary.

Song Yan raised his hand, gently pinched the blade on his neck with his fingertips, and then slowly moved away.

"I know you're having a headache about Jiang Ruan's situation, there aren't many people like her in this world, so it's not special, so why not change the way?"

Fu Chi is not irrational, after seeing Song Yan say this, he seems to have tasted some extraneous meanings.

He put the dagger away and took a step back, still noble and arrogant.

"So, you want to find a way to save her and satisfy your perverted pleasures?"

In fact, Song Yan, a scientific research madman, sometimes cares not about the so-called reputation and influence on the world, but a certain kind of spiritual satisfaction for himself.

This kind of person is often not recognized by his six relatives, and he has devoted his life's work to his career and interests.

Song Yan does not deny it.

There was even a laugh.

"Mr. Fu is really straightforward, strange and faceless."

Fu Chi glanced at it lightly, and the anger that had just been exposed was instantly subdued, as if the person who had used the knife before was just an illusion: "I'm sorry, I don't have time to play any spiritual comfort with you, you want to enjoy the so-called high results*, don't probe my people, you-"

He paused, and his beautiful chin seemed to lift slightly: "Spare your life." ”

Such a fluttering "advice" is full of gloom.

Tearing apart all illusions, in front of the same kind, he does not bother to do the so-called disguise at all.

Song Yan raised his hand and wiped the scarlet blood that slipped down his neck.

He raised his eyes: "I'm serious, saving such a life, how fulfilling, after this time I also plan to try to live all the "ordinary" life, the road is too long, I feel lonely." ”

The man laughed.

I don't know what came to mind.

After all, the color of the eyes is dyed with the temperature of people.

Fu Chi's eyes were calm, and he didn't seem to plan to continue to talk nonsense with Song Yan.

He turned to enter the room.

But the man in the back said: "My brother used to be the main scientific researcher of TBI. ”