There was even the sound of slapping the table.

Gu Cheng was obviously angry to the extreme, and he didn't even hide it in front of Tang Yan.

Tang Yan watched the show with some schadenfreude, if it weren't for the fear that Gu Cheng would find out, he would have laughed out loud.

"Father." He forced a smile and reluctantly allowed himself to speak, "Do you need me to do anything?" ”

"Of course." Gu Cheng also held back his anger, "I ordered you to observe Cheng Zhihuan up close, and it is best to inquire about her body." ”

"How can my body be weak in my work?"

What's more, Cheng Zhihuan exists as a humanoid weapon, how can her body be weak?

Doesn't that mean his work has failed?

No, this is something that Gu Cheng will never allow.

The more he thought about it, the more gloomy his face became, and he even slapped the table several times to express his anger.

When Tang Yan heard the order from his dear father, the corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked, and a touch of sarcasm crossed his eyes.

Gu Chengzhen regarded him as his subordinate, and it was clear that they should have the closest relationship in the world.

He is his son, and he is a bloodline that can never be cut, but Gu Cheng is really ruthless.

Tang Yan gritted his teeth with hatred, but on the surface, he had to pretend to be well-behaved and responded: "Okay, my father." ”

The video hung up, Tang Yan closed the computer and took a deep breath.

He has just escaped from the "special institute", and he wants to appear in front of Cheng Zhihuan blatantly, I'm afraid it won't work.

Now I can only observe Cheng Zhihuan's state from the dark.

Tang Yan thought and took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket.

If Cheng Zhihuan was here, she would find that the letter in Tang Yan's hand was exactly the same as the letter in the strange courier she had received.

Even the words written on it were the same, though she couldn't put them together in her head.

This letter paper seems to prove that the strange courier sent to Cheng Zhihuan was sent by Tang Yan.

And now, he has to give away the letter in his hand.

Tang Yan actually discovered a very interesting point, that is, Cheng Zhihuan seemed to have lost his memory in the Institute of God.

Although he didn't know what happened to Cheng Zhihuan in the Institute of God at the beginning, he only saw a little bit of information about Project "X" when Gu Cheng wasn't paying attention.

Of course, I also saw Cheng Zhihuan's photos.

At that time, Cheng Zhihuan was not called Cheng Zhihuan, no, it should be said that in the Institute of God, the experimental subjects did not have names.

Cheng Zhihuan is the same.

He still remembered that next to Cheng Zhihuan's photo, there were several numbers [001] printed on it, and it was clear that she was his dearest father's first test subject who was about to succeed.

Cheng Zhihuan looks very similar to when she was a child, and it can be said that the current Cheng Zhihuan is what her facial features looked like when she was a child.

is very beautiful and well-behaved, and is the kind of person who can be ranked even if he enters the entertainment industry.

Tang Yan remembered the information he had seen three years ago, and clenched the letter paper in his hand slightly.

Regarding Cheng Zhihuan's possible amnesia, he didn't tell anyone, not even Gu Cheng.

Revealing to Gu Cheng that Cheng Zhihuan was still alive was already the biggest bargaining chip he came up with.

Tang Yan folded the letter paper and folded it again.

It wasn't until he could no longer fold it that he put it in his pocket and turned away.

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Three days have passed in a flash, and Cheng Zhihuan has not gone to the shop for the past few days.

She doesn't have full control over her attention yet, and she always hears a lot of loud noises when she doesn't notice it.

These voices were so chaotic and noisy that she couldn't be quiet, and even her temper became a lot more irritable before she knew it.

She was afraid that she would affect Ah Si and Ah Ying, so she did not go to the shop, but concentrated on studying the "Meditation Method" at home.

She is a very good learner, and in three days, she has been able to calm herself down and focus on a certain voice.

She can still capture a lot of business, but her brain has learned to sift through the sounds she captures in that moment, store them and recreate them in her head when she needs them.

It sounds magical, but Cheng Zhihuan really did it.

Cheng Zhihuan even found that through the past few days of study, her brain's ability to process information has become stronger.

In the face of complicated external information, she can quickly extract a useful point, even if she works for a day and a night in a row, her brain will not have that kind of tiredness, which is completely different from the previous feeling.

Just like today, Cheng Zhihuan sat cross-legged on a round cushion in the garden and meditated.

It wasn't quiet all around, after all, the insects and birds were chirping almost all the time, and there was the midsummer breeze, the rustling of leaves blown by the wind, the sound of people talking, the roar of cars, and the occasional sound of planes flying in the sky.

The sounds are mixed together and are somewhat noisy.

This is an objective condition of existence, but for Cheng Zhihuan, who is in a meditative state, these voices seem to have disappeared.

Her world was quiet, so quiet that she was fully immersed in it.

Until there was a "bang", a stone rolled in front of her.

Cheng Zhihuan opened his eyes suddenly, lowered his head slightly, and saw at a glance that the stone was wrapped in a ball of stationery.

Someone deliberately threw this thing in front of her.

Cheng Zhihuan was not surprised, a remote-controlled plane flew in the sky, and she had already heard its sound, but she didn't care about it.

She bent down and took the stone wrapped in letterpaper.

The stone was obviously not an important thing, so she untied the letter paper and threw it into the small garden next to it.

The letter was crumpled, as if it had been touched many times.

There were only a few words on the letter, which were printed out, and I couldn't see any handwriting.

Cheng Zhihuan carefully recognized those words, and the sun above her head was a little dazzling, which made her eyes a little dazzling.

The hazy feeling in my mind, as if I had been blocked by something, swept over again.

Cheng Zhihuan's forehead didn't know when a fine sweat broke out, she bit her lip, and her face gradually turned pale.

The more she tried to read what was written on the letter, the more blocked her mind became.

She doesn't want to admit defeat, sometimes she is terrible stubborn, the more she doesn't let her see clearly, the more she has to see clearly.

Her brain was used to the extreme, and her eyes widened, and she followed the words on the letter paper in her mind.

That wasn't enough, she wrote on the ground with her fingers, her pink fingertips grinding against the rough grit, with a sharp tingling sensation.

Struggle, breakthrough, with a "flutter", the film in his mind seemed to be broken, Cheng Zhihuan's pupils slowly widened, and his pink lips opened lightly.

"God, the, study, study, place."