In the past, Jiang Xia was always able to fall asleep quickly in the silence close to midnight, and get up on time at six o'clock in the morning.

But this night, Jiang Xia had a rare insomnia.

That strange progress bar always appeared when he closed his eyes, and it kept moving forward, not at all diverted by Jiang Xia's willpower.

Tossing and turning until early in the morning, the sky turned fish-white.

Jiang Xia helplessly got up from the bed, walked into the bathroom, cleaned his teeth with an ultrasonic toothbrush, and used a lightwave razor to remove the few beards on his chin.

Although he hadn't slept all night, Jiang Xia didn't feel tired at the moment, but was even more curious about the strange progress bar in his head.

While brushing his teeth, Jiang Xia made simple calculations.

From midnight to 6 a.m., the progress bar is 27 percent gone, and at this rate, it will be all over by midnight tonight.

"What is it that has been cracked? Is it cracking the light brain? Jiang Xia spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth while thinking about the progress bar.

Soon, Jiang Xia dispelled this crazy idea.

The optical brain chip is bound to the owner's genetic information, no one can crack the optical brain, the Earth Federation does not have this technology, and the entire galaxy does not have it.

If someone can crack the light brain, that's fine.

As the second brain of human beings, the light brain stores an incredible amount of personal data, martial arts, experience, and experience, which are valuable information that cannot be bought by any amount of money.

Why are high-level martial artists powerful?

The first is that people have good physical fitness, and they can hit a critical hit weighing several tons with one punch, but what is more important is experience and understanding.

Battlefield experience is often exchanged for life, and if the information stored in the light brain can be transferred, so that an ordinary person who has not received professional training can directly have the same consciousness and judgment as a high-level martial artist, it would be too rebellious.

After washing, Jiang Xia cleaned up and came to the kitchen.

I saw that old Joan had already prepared breakfast, two fried eggs per person, a thick slice of ham, two slices of roasted brown and fragrant toast, and a cup of milk coffee.

"Sit down." Old Joan pointed to the dining table and said: "I'll cook you hometown food today, I'm tired of eating Chinese breakfast all day, after eating these, there is also fruit salad, breakfast, you have to eat a little richer." ”

Jiang Xia sat down on a chair and used a kind of "Talk about food with me, a descendant of China?" Are you kidding me? He looked at old Joan.

Jiang Xia whispered: "The documentary said that in your hometown of the United States, people use milk to soak cereal in the morning, just fill their stomachs, after all, people in the United States have never paid much attention to food. ”

"We don't pay attention to food? It's just nonsense. Old Joan raised his beard and forcibly defended: "In the documentary I watched, it was said that the United States is a typical multi-immigrant region, gathering cuisines from all continents, and you can eat whatever flavor of food you want!" ”

Jiang Xia shrugged, "In the documentary, it is said that the Huaxia Region is the king of global cuisine. Burst. Steam. Explode. Boil. Fry. Wet. Stick. Flesh. Burn. Braised. Simmer. Bake. Scratch. Braise. Roast. Rinse. Smoke. Float. Stew. Boil. Boil. Steam. Wire drawing. Honey. Sugar... Not to mention the types of dishes, you're afraid you've never heard of so many ways to cook, right? ”

After talking about this amazing set of cooking techniques, Jiang Xia used a kind of "dare to argue with me about food? Be careful what I scold you. He looked at old Joan.

Old Joan wanted to argue, but he couldn't find a reason to think about it.

Not to mention that Old Joan's hometown is in the United States, even in the Mediterranean region, which is known to be good at food, he will still be scared.

There's no way, Chinese cuisine is so unreasonable, such an invincible existence,

Suddenly, Old Qiao An's eyes dimmed again, sighed, and said in a voice full of helplessness: "Forget it, what's the use of arguing about these early mornings, as if either of us has ever returned to our hometown." ”

Jiang Xia was stunned, and the hand that picked up the toast suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Yes, old Joan and herself are both descendants of immigrants...

Although it is often said in life how the earth is and how the Huaxia region is, Jiang Xia has lived in this desert-like desolate beta star all his life, and everything about the earth is what Jiang Xia sees from the documentary.

The earth is so far away, and there is a harsh homecoming review, even if Jiang Xia and Old Qiao An just want to return to the earth to take a look, they can't do it.

For the vast majority of immigrants living in extraterrestrial systems, home is a dream that can never be realized, and where can they go back.

Breakfast continued, but the atmosphere fell silent.

Jiang Xia took out a bottle of Lao Gan Ma from the cabinet and rubbed a thick layer on the fried egg.

This way of eating is very weird, but Jiang Xia likes Lao Gan Ma, because it is also the taste of hometown.

......

In the blink of an eye, it was night again.

Today's work was very easy, and there were no corpses that needed to be identified being sent, so Jiang Xia hid in his room and read.

Jiang Xia spent a whole day restless.

The strange progress bar was still advancing, and by the time he had dinner with Joan Sr., it had reached eighty-eight percent, and it would be cracked in another 12 percent.

"What the hell are you cracking?" Jiang Xia and Old Qiao An said goodnight to each other and walked out of the restaurant, muttering to themselves.

Back in the room, Jiang Xia had no intention of reading or doing anything, lying on the bed smoking an electronic pipe, waiting for the cracking to be completed.

The progress bar is slow, and every minute is incredibly long.

The closer to the end, the more irritated Jiang Xia became, smoking one cartridge after another, and the automatic ventilation system kept whirring, constantly filtering the smoke in the room.

As midnight approached, the progress bar was finally 99 percent, and there was only one step left before it was all cracked.

That's when things suddenly changed.

In addition to the progress bar, there is another set of text, "The crack is about to be completed, please be ready to receive it." ”

What to receive?

How to prepare?

Jiang Xia rubbed his hands nervously, a little overwhelmed.

He even thought about asking old Joan for help, but in the end, he still pressed the idea down.

Jiang Xia had a hunch that what was going to happen would probably be very important to him, and it was better to keep it a secret until he figured out the situation.

When the clock pointed to 11:15 p.m., the progress bar was finally completed, and the cracking progress reached 100%.

Jiang Xia closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, and stared at the progress bar that was no longer advancing.

"Crack complete, start data migration!"

Jiang Xia noticed that the newly appeared text had an exclamation point at the end!

Rumble~

In the next second, the world is spinning!

The massive amount of data that suddenly poured into Jiang Xia's brain from out of nowhere made him dizzy.

The green tendons on his forehead were tensed, and the whole person trembled violently like an electric shock!

Here it comes!

It's finally here!

PS: It feels good to see my brothers again.

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