Inside Han Xiyao's office.

Chang Qi sat on the leather sofa for a while, then put the cushions on the sofa on the ground and sat cross-legged.

Han Xiyao sat on his office chair and looked at Chang Qi speechlessly after adjusting his sitting posture, showing a satisfied expression.

"Ugh..."

After seeing Chang Qi's eyes looking up at him, he couldn't sit still, so he had to get up and walk in front of Chang Qi, and then sat on the ground.

"I said, senior sister, now that society is developing so fast, we have to keep pace with the times."

After feeling the coolness coming from under his buttocks, Han Xiyao said with a wry smile.

Chang Qi was silent for a moment as if he hadn't heard his words, and then said lightly:

"Don't you have any tea?"

Han Xiyao was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched and he got up and opened the cabinet, took out the bag of tea and poured it into the water cup, and then poured boiling water.

Chang Qi's gaze followed Han Xiyao until he placed the water cup in front of him.

She picked up the steaming glass and put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it gently, then frowned slightly, and put the glass on the ground with an unchanged expression.

"What do you want to ask?"

Han Xiyao, who felt that he was despised, resisted the urge to scold, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and asked in a deep voice:

"I want to know, senior sister, how much does your Kyoto branch know about Meng Feibai?"

Chang Qi was silent for a moment when he heard this, then got up under Han Xiyao's puzzled gaze, poured himself a cup of hot water, and then sat cross-legged on the mat with the cup, and after indifferently glancing at Han Xiyao, whose entire face was full of indignation, he said softly:

"First of all, he is human, which can be concluded from Qi Xiangmin's countless tests and studies.

Secondly, based on his blood and gene sequences, Qi Xiangmin speculated that Meng Feibai may have had the mind of an adult when he was born..."

"How is that possible?!"

Han Xiyao, who was shocked, couldn't help but interrupt Chang Qi.

Chang Qi glanced at him dissatisfied, raised his cup and took a sip of hot water, then continued:

Regarding this point, Qi Xiangmin has two inferences.

The first type: Meng Feibai is made through cloning and other technological methods.

The second type: Meng Feibai was transferred from another person to "Meng Feibai", who was still a baby at the time, in a way that did not belong to the scientific system.

According to our observation and research on him in the past few years, there is no evidence that any organization or individual other than us has contacted him, so the first possibility can basically be ruled out, so no matter how incredible the second possibility is, it is also a matter of the scientific research group, and it has nothing to do with me, I just need to know that he is not someone else's pawn, and can be used by me. ”

Speaking of this, Chang Qi drank the hot water in the cup, she gently put the water cup on the ground, and then looked at Han Xiyao indifferently, and asked:

"What other questions do you have?"

Han Xiyao looked at Chang Qi dumbfounded, and only came back to his senses after a while, he looked at her with a deep brow while digesting Chang Qi's news, and said again after a while:

"During the period when Meng Feibai was in a coma, I also learned about him through a variety of channels, he is a singer in his own right, and he is an original singer, I asked several senior practitioners in the music industry, and they unanimously gave a very high evaluation of Meng Feibai's creation, but there was one sentence that caught my attention.

For Meng Feibai's songs, although they have different words, they all express the same meaning, that is, Meng Feibai's creative methods are different from those of all music genres in the current music scene, and he is equivalent to creating a genre by himself. Given his age and the fact that he had never studied orthodox music, they were shocked by this incident, and they praised Meng Feibai as a once-in-a-century genius.

Originally, I didn't have any other opinions on this matter, but after listening to your words just now, I suddenly had a bold guess to ask. ”

Seeing that Han Xiyao was a little excited and nervous at this time, he took a deep breath and stared at Chang Qi seriously, and asked word by word:

"You say, is it possible that he is not from our world?"

Chang Qi, who was staring at the steaming teacup on the ground and hesitating whether to take a sip of it, froze when he heard Han Xiyao's words, and then a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly covered up by her.

She raised her head and looked at Han Xiyao with Gujing Wubo's eyes, and after a while, in his expectant gaze, she said slowly:

"You're seventy years old, watch less movies and movies that only children watch."

I???

Han Xiyao's face turned red suddenly, and just as he wanted to open his mouth to refute, Chang Qi had already gotten up.

She tidied up the hem of her clothes, glanced at Han Xiyao again with childlike eyes, then shook her head regretfully, turned around and walked towards the door.

"You are the leader of the Jiangdu branch and the husband of my little junior sister, the impact of your words is greater than you imagined, I hope you will be cautious in your words and deeds in the future, and say less childlike baseless nonsense."

"Bang dang."

The sound of the office door closing woke Han Xiyao up.

He stared at the door dumbfounded, his face turning from red to black, and then from black to white.

Half an hour later, a suppressed roar echoed through the office.

"Lao Tzu is not a special child!!"

......

Meng Feibai had a dream.

In his dream, he found himself lying in a blood-stained ruin, with distant sounds of fighting and explosions reaching his ears.

In front of him, stood a figure shrouded in robes.

Meng Feibai raised his head and found that the figure felt so familiar to him, but his face seemed to be shrouded in a mist, making it impossible to see his appearance at all.

"Give you one more chance, come with me, or die at my hands."

Jia Junjie?!

Meng Feibai was shocked, the voice of that figure was exactly the same as that of Jia Junjie, who had died, he wanted to open his mouth to confirm his identity, but found that he couldn't control his body at all.

Junjie?! Is that you?

He shouted frantically in his heart, but he said something else.

"Give you one more chance, come with me, or kill me."

Listening to his own voice, Meng Feibai suddenly calmed down.

Listening to the meaning of this sentence, it seems that "I" already know the identity of "him"?

Is it really Jia Junjie?

The figure suspected to be Jia Junjie was violently tumbling in the fog on his face after hearing Meng Feibai's words, and after a while, he sighed softly, raised his arm, and gradually condensed a frightening telekinesis in his white and slender palm.

"In that case, then you should die.

Goodbye my brother, this time, a real goodbye. ”

In the next second, a sharp pain swept over Meng Feibai.

"Ahhhh!!!h

Both his body and his spirit let out a terrible scream.

"Ahh

Meng Feibai on the hospital bed sat up suddenly, his eyes were staring in horror, looking blankly at the dark ward, gasping for breath.