Sneaking into the scientific research tower, it is full of servants who are busy working.

"Human servant?" Lin Chen wondered, didn't Canterlot popularize the Zhizhi people?

With doubts, Lin Chen quickly went to the top. Standing in front of the gate on the top floor, Lin Chen heard the loud cheers in the house.

"You shit! Ten years! I haven't figured out the source of the brain. ”

Lin Chen infiltrated his telekinesis into the room and observed.

I saw a middle-aged man with a serious face who was furious with an angry face: "Did the city lord hire you to let you eat white rice!"

This person is the lord of Canterlot.

In front of the city lord, the faces of the five white-clothed scientific researchers turned pale, trembling under the coercion of the fifth-level saint.

An old man with a gray beard trembled, and said stubbornly: "At the beginning... You are the one who insists on hiring us. There is no guarantee that the research will be successful. ”

"Hmph!" the city lord snorted coldly, but had nothing to refute. At the beginning, it was indeed he who invited people to come here to be scientific researchers.

"But you guys have some research results!"

The city lord still felt that he had lost a lot, and gritted his teeth and said: "It will take ten years to research a piece of garbage, and the city lord has to hire someone to cheer for you!"

When Lin Chen heard this, he was immediately relieved. It turns out that the people outside who applaud the brain-crippled brain machine are all hired...

The faces of these researchers turned blue and white for a while.

Even they themselves find the brain machine extremely humiliating. But a year ago, in order to speed up the pace of research, they went off the rails. As a result, I messed up, and I made an extremely ugly brain machine. It's more backward than the technology of a hundred years ago.

Lin Chen listened for a while and learned the details of the scientific researcher.

It turned out that these researchers were all third-class students of a scientific research institute in a top capital.

After graduation, they enter large research laboratories and can only be reduced to the lowest level of scientific researchers.

Ten years ago, the city lord of the central city was very greedy for cutting-edge scientific research and technology. But he doesn't have permission, and Canterlot doesn't have researchers.

So the city lord moved to dig the foot of the wall. However, any researcher with a certain level of research only wants to stay in a large laboratory for further study. Who wants to go to the backwoods?

Even third-rate researchers are almost reluctant to come to Canterlot. Only the green "masters" who have no interest are said to be moved and come here to do research.

The project that the city lord wants them to study is none other than the driving technology of the intelligent brain people.

This is the real core technology. If Canterlot had such technology on its own, it would have become a first-class capital. Scientific research and technology can even be distributed to affiliated cities. Make Canterlot stronger.

But it backfired. The driving technology of the intelligent brain is the most advanced technology. Master Qing and others are only third-rate scientific researchers, how can they study it?

What's more, the intelligent brains in Canterlot are not allowed to be dismantled. This is a ban imposed by the first-class capital city to prevent the outflow of technology. Once someone disassembles the brain without permission, they will be the first to or the news.

Therefore, Master Qing can only study on their own, and they don't even have a sample.

In such a difficult situation, Master Qing wants to develop the intelligent brain human drive technology, which is simply a fool's dream.

Another researcher stared at the angry city lord and said weakly, "If the city lord can provide a sample of the intelligent brain, we maybe..."

Before the researcher could finish speaking, the city lord immediately interrupted and scolded angrily: "Nonsense! If you can find a sample, will the city lord still keep it private!"

The researcher shrunk his neck and did not dare to speak.

The "celebration meeting" outside ended quickly, and Master Qing and the others returned to the top-floor research room.

Passing by Lin Chen, he didn't see it. Now Lin Chen's cultivation can completely escape the eyes of ordinary people.

All the scientists arrived, and the city lord roared again. The researchers were angry and had nothing to say.

When they first arrived in Canterlot, they were on their toes, and they all had "you're a hillbilly" on everyone's face.

At that time, the city lord also relied on them, so he turned a blind eye to their arrogance. But they didn't achieve their goal for ten years, and the city lord was disappointed in them, and they didn't dare to make it easily.

After a roar, the city lord may have felt tired and left a sentence: "Give you another three years." If you don't get anything more in three years, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The city lord exuded the powerful power of a fifth-level saint, making the scientific researcher's heart tremble.

After that, the city lord left without looking back.

As soon as the city lord left, the scientific researchers were dejected.

"Ten years... Even if we give it another twenty years, we won't be able to study it!"

The round-faced scientist sighed. If you don't do their job, you won't be able to experience that kind of helplessness at all.

"yes. Without samples, we have no breakthrough at all. ”

Researchers on moles between the eyebrows echoed.

"If you want me to say, let's just pat our butts and leave!" the hot-tempered scientist scolded.

"Let's go, but we've been blessed by Canterlot for the past ten years. "Some researchers hesitated.

"So what! Ten years from now, if we still can't figure it out, we may all have to die here!" shouted the fiery researcher.

"This..."

"Mo Lao, you are the oldest here. What do you say we should do?"

A group of researchers set their sights on the only old man.

This old man was originally a second-rate researcher. Unfortunately, he made a mistake and was expelled from the laboratory. This was dug up here by the Central City Lord.

Over the past ten years, considerable prestige has been established among this group of people.

Mo Lao felt the hot gaze around him, and smiled bitterly: "Go, are you leaving?"

"Lord City Lord, he's a fifth-level saint!What level is the strongest among us?Late stage of the Xuan Realm?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly wilted.

Indeed, as researchers, they spend a lot of time on scientific and technological research. but their own realm is neglected.

This caused the strongest among them to only reach the late stage of the Xuan Realm, and even relied on the accumulation of pills. The combat power is also through the middle of the Xuan Realm.

With this little bit of strength, you still want to leave?

was discovered by the city lord of Canterlot City, and he had to walk around without food.

Maybe my life will be lost.

"It doesn't work, it doesn't work either. What the hell should I do?"

These scientists are going crazy.

It is obviously unrealistic to continue the research. Without a sample, it is impossible to study at all. Staying here is no different from waiting to die.

"God, give us a sample!"

With just one sample, they are sure that within 10 years, no, 3 years, they will be able to develop the source of the brain.

As soon as the words fell, Lin Chen's voice came in.

"I'm afraid God can't give it to you. But if you're willing to follow me, I can provide you with a sample of the Brains. Moreover, more than one set. “