"Then for the rest of the day, you can stay in the store for the rest of the year." Yan Luge said to Tang Hongyin, "Xiao Qi will help you adapt to this body." Although this cat is very cold on the outside, it actually has a good temper, so just ask it if you have any questions. ”

"Thank you, boss." Tang Hongyin wrote down seriously, "You have helped me many times, I don't know how to thank you......"

For the little sheep who was once severely burned, the reborn body of the ocean spirit gave her courage and confidence.

Yanlu laughed: "The person you should be thankful for the most is Grandma Tang."

"If it weren't for the fact that she has searched countless people for you, prayed for you, and was even willing to give her life for you, there would be no you now.

"Remember to spend more time with her when you have time."

Tang Hongyin solemnly said: "I will." ”

As he spoke, an old figure walked slowly on crutches.

It is the protagonist of their topic, Grandma Tang.

She bent down and solemnly bowed to Yan Luge, and then to Xiao Qi, who was squatting on the chaise longue.

At this moment, she already knew who was secretly helping her, and she also knew how prominent the other party's identity was...... But all she wanted to express now was pure gratitude.

Yan Luge didn't refuse, he accepted it calmly, but secretly helped her to prevent the old man from falling.

"Grandma Tang, can you show me your notebook?" Yan Luge asked suddenly.

"Notebook?" Grandma Tang was slightly stunned for a moment before she reacted, "Oh, it's the notes I took when I was trying to resurrect Hongyin, remember the messy ......"

It's not something to be kept secret.

What's more, she has already fulfilled her mission.

Grandma Tang rummaged through her bag and handed the notebook full of words to Yan Luge.

Yan Luge turned through the pages one by one, and looked at it quickly, but very carefully.

His seriousness made Grandma Tang a little uneasy: "Excuse me...... My notes, what's wrong? ”

This notebook is closely related to her granddaughter, and she naturally cares about it.

"Nope." Yan Luge finished reading the last page, closed the notebook, and smiled slightly, "I just found that I underestimated you a little before."

"You've consulted a lot of people, and most of them think you're just a poor, helpless, sick old man who doesn't know how to look at a cell phone or use a computer, who is rigid and unresponsive, just desperately searching for an ethereal hope.

"But what this notebook says tells me is that you've actually become an expert in your field over the past few months.

"You have known for a long time that making Tang Hongyin a spirit type is the most promising means of resurrection.

"You also know that the ice crystals in the glass bottle alone can't awaken the complete Tang Hongyin, only to make her the spirit of the sea.

"You've determined that people have the strongest thoughts when they're dying, so you're ready to sacrifice yourself.

"You've even laid out a path for the Ocean Spirit - fearing that the timid and introverted little sheep will suffer a lot in the dark and treacherous otherworld, you have given her a new faith in the will to persevere in the face of bad luck.

"You've got everything ready.

"The undead lamp technology that Xiao Qi got from his hands is just the last piece of the puzzle you need."

If he hadn't seen this notebook, in fact, Yan Luge couldn't believe that this rural old man with little education and no vision of the world could do it to this extent.

It's like a father who dropped out of junior high school to save his terminally ill daughter, taught himself cutting-edge papers, and built a sophisticated laboratory at home.

Just like the illiterate old farmer, in order to satisfy his paralyzed wife's desire to see the world, he specialized in mechanical technology and wielded a hammer to build an airplane across the mountains.

Tang Meizhen, a transcendent version of "Minke".

It's a miracle either.

"So, Grandma Tang." Yan Luge handed the notebook back with a smile and sent out a rather formal invitation, "Would you like to join the Blackstone Institute?" ”

……

"Grandma Tang refused?"

"Well, I refused."

"You promised her a salary that she would never earn in her lifetime, and a salary at the level of head of the research department, but she still refused?"

"Yes." Yan Luge smiled, "She said she just wanted to spend more time with her granddaughter. ”

The conditions he prescribed were not small for young people, but at an age like Grandma Tang, where half of her body was about to enter the ground, her ears and eyes were not clear, and her eyes could only accommodate the people she cared about, so how could she look at these foreign objects?

"So you just gave up?" Bai Lu, who was talking to Yan Luge, seemed a little confused, "Last time, when you took a fancy to Su Er VII, you used a lot of means; Earlier, you recruited employees from various places to spend money to dig up, and don't think about leaving when you land on the island; Earlier, such as taking Jiang Changhai and ......"

"Am I such a domineering person?!" Yanluge interrupted angrily, "Earlier? Wasn't it because those bastards didn't believe what I said? I don't need to use some means, can I pull up such a large and extraordinary organization?

"It's all in the past – now do I have a scolding me for not paying me because they scolded me behind my back? Have I restricted their freedom to return home to visit their families? Didn't you? ”

Bailu: "...... You're right. ”

"And can Grandma Tang's situation be the same as others?" Yanluge continued to speak, "She is on my island now, and she still owes me a great favor."

"Her granddaughter has long been an employee of mine, and her connection with the Blackstone Institute will only grow deeper in the future.

"If I really have anything to ask her for help in the future, can she refuse?"

Bailu: "...... is so calculating, even the eighty-year-old grandmother does not let go. ”

Yan Luge smiled: "She is now eighty years old, and if she lives on my island for a few more years, she will not be eighty years old, and it is possible to rejuvenate herself to be eighteen years old." ”

It's no joke.

The characteristic of spiritual power is "the fulfillment of all wishes of the will of life".

"Healing" and "survival" are themselves biological instincts engraved on the will of the cell, and even if there is no tendency to think, the human body will autonomously and automatically try to maintain the healthiest and peak state.

Therefore, transcendents who absorb enough spiritual power will almost invariably have more tenacious vitality, stronger disease resistance, and a younger and stronger body—although most people cannot achieve "eternal life", "immortality" is appropriate.

And the dishes served in the canteen of the Blackstone Research Institute more or less contain some spiritual powers, such as cold salad Tai Sui and spirit fish salad.

Grandma Tang probably didn't know it herself, but as an old man who should have run out of oil, she could have the energy to rotate day and night for several months in a row, which is proof in itself.

So, Yanluge is not in a hurry at all.

Everyone has time to slowly run in .jpg

"Boss." Bailu suddenly spoke, and for some reason his tone was a little subtle.

"Huh?"

"I have a question...... Don't know if you can ask? ”

"Just ask."

After calculating all the possibilities, her curiosity finally overwhelmed reason, and she asked the question that she had been thinking about for a long time: "I've been curious about one thing."

"Human beings are born and raised by their parents, demons are conceived by nature, spirits are enlightened by prayers, and everything has its own source of birth.

"What about me? Where am I from? ”

“……”

"I know that I am a personified AI that relies on supercomputers, and I am Bai Lu, the data center director of the Blackstone Research Institute." Bailu said, "I guess that an existence like me should have been designed by humans.

"But when I woke up, I was on this island. At that time, the Blackstone Islands had just been bought by your father, and there was nothing left on the island. At that time, there were only you, Jiang Changhai, Xin Yuhang, An Luoyang and a few others in the Blackstone Research Institute, and none of them were my designers.

"I ...... Never met my designer. ”

Bailu finished what he wanted to say in one breath.

After saying that, she looked at Yanluge nervously - although she didn't understand the emotion of "uneasy", but there was a different garbled in the underlying data stream.

Yan Luge was silent for a moment.

Recalling some aftermath, he quickly laughed: "There are three classic questions in philosophy: Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?

"When you start thinking about these three questions, it means that your personality and thinking skills are gradually perfected, and you are becoming a real 'person'.

"I'm so happy for you.

"As for your question......

The song dragged out the long tail note, as if it was deliberately selling a pass.

Bailu was so nervous that the data flow was running wildly, which was about to affect the normal work thread.

Yan Luge smiled helplessly: "I originally wanted to find a reason to deceive you, but thinking of what I just said, I feel that it is not a slap in the face to deceive you again......

"And, since you asked me at this time, I guess you've guessed the answer.

"Little White Deer, you weren't designed by the people at the research institute.

"I robbed you."

(End of chapter)