Early the next morning, a few people had breakfast at the hotel and set off lazily. Although it seems lazy, they are all loose on the outside and tight on the inside, after all, except for Angela, the other three people can't confirm whether the contact object has also been replaced in the first place.

Angela walked to the administration building, although it was early in the morning, but Moore, who is a technology maniac, must have already started work. Maybe he hasn't finished his work yet.

A famous federal athlete once replied in a very chic way to a reporter's question about why he can dominate the football world: "Have you ever seen XXX at four o'clock?" The implication is that others get up at four o'clock every day to exercise, and all achievements and diligence are directly proportional to hard work.

After all, with the level of effort of the vast majority of people, it is far from talent.

But if it were for Moore, he would probably reply, "Yes, I didn't sleep at that time." ”

More is such a person.

If Fisher went to find Moore today, it is estimated that he would probably sigh when he saw him working at his desk in the early morning: "Diligent and talented, probably such a person is promoting the progress of the world." ”

However, Angela just leaned against the door, quietly watching Moore sit on a small slip chair with his feet dangling in the air, and he could clearly see that their movements had become slower, with two dark circles under his eyes.

"Ah, little Angie, when did you come back?" Moore, who had finished a busy stage, raised his head, took off the portable microscope hanging on his head, rubbed his eyes, and was overjoyed to see Angela smiling standing by the door.

"I can't give you blood this time." Angela looked at Mohr who pounced, her smile unchanged, and she took a step back without a trace, dodging Mohr's pounce. When Moore looked up and saw him, Angela had already confirmed that he had not been replaced, firstly because he was muttering to himself about the equipment in his hand, and secondly, he was surprised when he saw himself. Even if a person can be cloned, there is no way to clone a person with the knowledge and skills they possess.

Angela's strange powers can be compared to Fisher's new robotic arm, which makes Moore, who is an experimental maniac, extremely puzzled. And for a scientist who has been piqued with curiosity, he is no different from a scientific maniac.

Moreover, the scientist is a science maniac himself?

Before, Moore pestered Angela to do some experiments with a tube of her blood, Angela was entangled in a helpless way, and secondly, she also thought about why she was like this, although she had also experimented with her own materials countless times, but there were no unusual results, not enough After all, this is a famous black technology rich place, maybe there is really any way? Sanlai is also grateful for Moore's robotic arm for Fisher, not to mention that there are many lives saved.

However, since it has already been given once, looking at the current appearance of More, it is obvious that there is no result, and Winterfell is not safe now, Angela thinks that it is better not to make trouble.

She smiled and looked at Mohr, who was dejected and her eyes were gurgling, and she was quite amused, after all, no matter what Mohr had in mind, she could quickly see it.

"Actually, it's not impossible to ......" Angie stretched out a finger and pressed it on her lips, looking very cute.

When Moore heard this, his eyes lit up suddenly, he raised his head, clenched his hands into fists, and raised his palms outward to the side of his face, blinking his eyes to reveal a pitiful expression with starry eyes.

Angela couldn't help but laugh, how can you say Mohr like this? Ugly, ugly, ugly.

"Find a quiet place to talk." Angela said to Moore with her arms crossed.

Moore immediately waved his hand: "You go to have breakfast and rest for a while, and then work in the evening." Several sleepy researchers fled the door as if they had been pardoned, and nodded gratefully at Angela as they passed by. Angela responded to them with a smile.

Moore pushed a few researchers apart, ran to the door on his short legs, and pressed a few numbers on a lower control panel specially designed for him, and the glass door of the research room was locked.

Then he dragged the sliding chair to the edge of the workbench, jumped on the chair, pulled over a small cardboard box with messy parts on the side, rummaged through, took out a few parts, grabbed the portable microscope and put it on his head, and operated the robotic arm of the workbench to start working.

After just two minutes, he took off the microscope from his head and put it on the table, clapping his hands in satisfaction, Angela leaned in to see that it was a rudimentary little box with a three-position switch and a small light bulb on it.

More flipped the three-position switch to it, and the small light bulb flashed red and then turned solid green. He put the small box with the green light on the counter and said to Angela, "Say it." ”

Angela was stunned for a moment, and today Moore's craftsman technician ability brushed a new high in her heart, and he used a pile of scrap parts to make a tool that could block the surveillance signal in just two minutes, isn't this a miracle?

“…… Well, it's like this......"

On the other hand, Bell knocked on the door of Harrison B's office, and a kneeling kneeled around Harrison B's legs, looking at Harrison B's stunned expression, Bell howled, "Give me a bite too!" Just one bite! Please! "Whether it's the tone or the lines, it sounds like an addict has found a drug dealer.

Harrison B only felt inexplicable, he stretched out his head left and right to see that no one was there, and patted Bell on the shoulder, "What's wrong with you, you have something to say, get up and say it." ”

Bell made a gesture similar to a snot and tears, although of course he didn't really have snot and tears on his face, he stood up, patted the non-existent ash on his knees, looked into Harrison's eyes, and asked in a very serious tone, "Do you have a bottle of seventeen-year-old Bourbon?" ”

When Harrison heard this, combined with Bell's previous state as if he was a drug addict and had a withdrawal reaction, he immediately understood it. He said with a straight face: "No, that thing is hard to find, and it is scarce, and I want it too!" ”

Bell looked at him disdainfully, "Pull you down!" Little Fisher came back yesterday and bragged at me for a long time, saying that he finally managed to rub a little half a cup of bourbon with you. ”

When Harrison heard this, he suddenly realized that the real Harrison loves wine as much as his life, but it is not an alcoholic love method, but an almost pathological collector of famous and good wines, and he will never show it easily, let alone pour a glass for others. His wine is more for appreciation, not for drinking.

He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back, and he was almost exposed.

"Sure enough, right?" Bell approached Harrison B, sniffed around like a dog's nose, looked at Harrison B, who was distracted all of a sudden, and couldn't help but smile in his heart.

"Yes...... Yes, but there isn't much left after Fisher's big drink, so you've got to give me a thought, right? Harrison moved left and right as if to block Bell's way, preventing him from going to the wine cabinet next to his desk.

"Isn't it a small cup? How can there be a big cup? "Bale is unyielding.

"Compared to the rest of the amount, it's a big glass." Harrison is unyielding.

"I'm also going to sell my life, okay! It's me who robbed the 'rebels', okay! Even if there is no merit, there is hard work, and without hard work, there is fatigue! Bell's eyes widened, trying to get his "share" of returns.

Harrison Blinked, stepped back, opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of mineral water, closed the wine cabinet, and handed the mineral water to Bell.

"What do you mean? My fatigue is worth a bottle of mineral water! Bell looked at the mineral water in his hand and was silent for a long time.

"Look, you know you're tired, aren't you, and you're two levels behind the credit, right? Anla, don't look at this bottle of mineral water, it's 82 years old......, right?"

As soon as he heard the words "82 years", Bell only felt that there was a breath in his heart that he didn't vomit and was unhappy, and he smashed the mineral water bottle on the ground, "What are you kidding me!" Can you drink 82-year-old mineral water? He sat down on the couch across from Harrison B with his hands in his hands, "I'm not going unless you bring me a drink." ”

Harrison B made a gesture of please, ignoring him.

However, Harrison B soon understood how much of a mistake he had made - he deeply underestimated Bell's ability to make noise, a person in front of you can independently perform eighteen instruments with ventriloquism, even if it simulates 7.1 channels, even if it is an ADHD, Harrison B wants to take out the tablet to look at the surveillance footage, and he has to drag him from time to time to tiptoe to open the door of the wine cabinet.

"Made, believe it or not, I'm not leaving today!" Bell, who had been in a state of fuss all morning, was hungry and had a good temper, pointed to Harrison's nose and said.

Harrison smiled sadly, opened the drawer, pulled out a bag of cookies, tore open the package, and ate it, smirking at Bell as he ate.

Bell gave him a thumbs up, "I kind of like you." It was a pun, but Harrison couldn't hear it.

There was a knock on the door, and Bell walked over and opened the door.

"Your takeaway~" at the door is a cat-eared girl dressed as a maid, who is holding a bag containing takeaway in one hand, and raising the other hand to her face with a small fist to sell cuteness, the whole person is very cute.

"Thank you." Bell took the pocket with a smile, touched the hand of the cat-eared little girl, and leaned against the door to watch the cute girl who was red to her ears (real ears) walk away.

Then he sat back on the small couch, put the takeaway on his lap, put aside his chopsticks, twisted a vermicelli, and swayed it at Harrison, "Shall you have something?" ”

Harrison B. grimaced coldly, eating the biscuit with a "click", gritting his teeth.