Washington, D.C., 2025

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Not Nevada, not District 51. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A few days ago, Claire Ricken brought Zhou Jia to Washington, D.C. He only threw down the sentence "I will notify you when the time comes, and send someone to pick you up." Claire left.

Zhou Jia spent an extremely depressed night, stayed in the hotel, and didn't go anywhere. Her mind kept spinning, and she thought about the question of what her mentor, Chris's father, had to do with these secret events.

The next day, she called Pierre, and she still needed his help to investigate many things. The two worked all night until dawn. At this moment, Zhou Jia was completely sleepy, she changed into a swimsuit, put on a big bath towel, and went up to the top floor of the hotel.

The "Zen Hotel" is a red aparthotel located at 425 Massachusetts Avenue. The room is modern style, and although the sparrow is small, there is an integrated kitchen, dining room, and a small study next to the bedroom. Compared with those star-rated hotels, the guests here are not tourists who stay for three or two days, most of them are people who come to Washington for business, and some will even stay for a year and a half, so she speculates that this room should be used by insiders in District 51 for business trips.

As soon as Zhou Jiayi stepped out of the elevator, a breeze blew in his face. On the ceiling at the exit, five sixteen-cornered prismatic lamps are hung in a concentrated manner, and the light is delicate. The top floor is a semi-open-air lounge area, supported by five sets of red brick columns, divided into two parts: the inner circle is covered with a gray checkered carpet, on which is placed a circle of green and blue striped chair covers of the Caranda sofa, also with a Swans rectangular black coffee table, the hotel is made of IKEA furniture, which is not only cheap, but also makes the room look modern, and the outer circle is a fully transparent space, surrounded by a half-height red brick wall, and at intervals there are high tables and round chairs, where you can sit and chat while enjoying the beautiful scenery。 On the left, you can see the towering Washington Monument, and on your right, you can see Capitol Hill.

At the other end of the top floor is a slender swimming pool surrounded by white and black pool loungers, on which Zhou Jia threw a bath towel. The pool had only four waterways, and the water was royal blue, and she walked into the water by holding on to the metal railing in the corner of the pool. At this time, there was no one else quietly, which made Zhou Jia feel relaxed and got into the water.

After two laps of freestyle, she felt warm in her body. As soon as she turned around, she stepped lightly on the pool wall, her head out of the water, and she changed to a backstroke position, floating on the water. The body is relaxed, but the brain is not quiet.

Back then, the teacher's decision to abandon the pen and follow Rong made Zhou Jia unable to understand. Why should a good person go to the military, it's still such a thankless position. After former President Oba Ma first mentioned the issue of Area 51 in public, the incoming president found that the issue of "aliens" could be a good way to satisfy the public's curiosity about "aliens", thereby distracting the public from various domestic policies, such as health care reform, the proliferation of guns, racial conflicts and other social issues.

Now, Zhou Jia faintly feels that Lan Shien's joining District 51 may not be as simple as imagined from the beginning.

Just as she closed her eyes and pondered, she suddenly heard someone say, "Excuse me, ma'am!"

Zhou Jia opened his eyes, let his body return to vertical in the water, gently tread the water with his feet, and brushed the water with his hands to keep still.

"Good morning, ma'am. The other party said to Zhou Jia with a smile.

She recognized the other party as one of the service staff at the front desk, and the Washington accent was particularly strong, sounding a bit of a big tongue: "There is a call for you, ma'am." ”

"Oh, thank you!" Zhou Jia quickly swam to the shore and walked out of the water along the steps, and then she looked back and wanted to ask.

"The transparent panel on the wall is the most high-tech touch phone, please use it!" said a pride that could not be concealed between the man's words. Washington, D.C. is at the forefront of the U.S. government's use of new technology, and visitors to Washington, D.C. can see Congress, monuments, memorials, and some futuristic ways of life.

She walked to the wall, and the man hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, there it is!"

When he saw the other party looking at himself, with the appearance of looking at a "hillbilly from the west", Zhou Jia also wanted to laugh, I don't know what kind of technology do you really know?

As soon as I leaned over, a Tai Chi pattern lit up on the wall, and the black and white shapes twisted, and then a holographic touchscreen popped out.

At the same time as the start-up, a voice was heard, "Zen Road Hotel, welcome!"

The waiter stepped forward and said, "This effect is awesome, and it makes people feel dizzy no matter how many times you watch it." ”

Zhou Jia didn't wait for him to instruct him on how to use it, his fingers clicked rhythmically and quickly on the screen, making bursts of electronic sounds. After entering your room password. She didn't look at the other party, but just said, "I'm going to answer this call, please avoid it?"

"Good...... Okay!" the waiter hesitated, but turned back and hurried away.

The call was made by a man, and the conversation was concise and to the point, explaining the time and place of the meeting, as well as the time when the car would pick her up.

Zhou Jia lives on the sixth floor, and when she returned to her room, she took off her swimsuit and walked into the shower. She boiled the water almost cold and took five minutes to sober herself up.

When she returned to her room, she faced the bathroom mirror naked and wiped the moisture from the mirror with her hands. She looked at her body in amazement, she had obviously lost weight again after hard work in the last few days, it was only forty-two kilograms in weight, one hundred and fifty-eight centimeters tall, and she could not do anything about it. With thin limbs and little extra flesh on her hips, many Americans consider her to be a developing teenager.

Zhou Jia looked at his hands, trying to recall Christina when she was a child, with fleshy little palms, a chubby face, very cute, always love to chase after him, and try to pronounce it with the Chinese she learned, "Xiao Jia...... Xiao Jia "called herself sweetly. When little Christina reached the second and third grades, she grew open, her eyes were big, and her facial features were very beautiful, but she was very busy at that time, and she went to Chinatown to take calligraphy classes after class, and someone came to her every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night to make up for her lessons, completely like a Chinese child, and little Christina didn't feel depressed at all.

When Zhou Jia was a cardamom, he obtained a bachelor's degree in biomedical sciences and a bachelor's degree in mathematics from two top universities in the neighborhood, Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Harvard University. She returned to her mentor's school in California from the east to pursue a postdoctoral degree, and once again lived with her mentor's family, watching the hard-working little Christina see herself as a goal to strive for, and Zhou Jia tasted the pride of being adored for the first time.

Christina often asks herself for math problems, and Zhou Jia not only solves them for her, but also tells her the charm of mathematics. For Zhou Jia, math is like a magic castle, with a magnificent treasure trove behind each door, and you need the right key to open it. The castle itself is a labyrinth, and you don't have a map, so you'll have to unravel the myriad of logical puzzles on your own. At a fixed time, the magic in the castle will be turned on, all the paths that have been traveled will change, and the path to the door of the room will be extended, and some people will be driven crazy, while others will be obliviously immersed in the world and enjoy it. When little Christina was nine years old, Zhou Jia gave her a copy of "Sudoku Killing Array", and she was frustrated for a short time, but she quickly understood the fun in it, and since then, Zhou Jia has always given her such books. Lan Shien took her daughter to Beijing to watch the Olympic Games, and when she took the plane, she found that her daughter took out not a comic book, but "Sudoku", and she began to focus on solving mathematical puzzles.

After that, every time Christina went around the world with her father, she would bring back gifts to Zhou Jia. One summer vacation, the two went on a trip together, they both went to Las Vegas for the first time, the casino - Sin City, but the two spent a happy time together, became closer, slept in the same bed, and the two girls had endless words.

Just when the scene became a little quiet, Zhou Jia was surprised to find that he had an extra hand on his chest. Perhaps it was the curiosity peculiar to a girl, Christina explored her body, which was a medium-sized, round and sturdy *** after touching it, and took her hand and touched her small breasts. The girl pouted and asked awkwardly why she had grown so big, but she was flat. Zhou Jiayi replied embarrassedly, of course, the undeveloped ** is flat.

Yes, the developing girl is like a fruit, ripening quickly and changing significantly.

Christina's passion for mathematics has come to an end, she knows that she is not a genius like Zhou Jia, and it may be okay to solve Sudoku, and she can't stand it if she is asked to memorize a mathematical formula two or three lines long. And her passion was slowly dedicated to sports – baseball. At first, she was pulled by her classmates to make up the numbers, but she found that she had a lot of potential, although she was an infielder, she could accurately judge the direction in which the batsman hit the ball, she suddenly became the soul of the team, integrating the team, formulating tactics, motivating teammates, she seemed to be born to be a good leader, so that the team played to the fullest. Everyone found out that this recognized honor student was not a nerd, and everyone's attitude towards her changed.

The girl's change begins with her eyes following the handsome boy. In the same way, adolescent boys are obsessed with pretty girls, and they begin to do everything they can to make them fall in love with them.

Zhou Jia heard a boy's name from Christina - Arthur.

Listening to the Huaichun girl talk to her about her love for the boy, Zhou Jia finally noticed this change, which was composed of little by little gaps, and finally converged, suddenly erupted, and there was no possibility of reversal.

Memories of touching each other's bodies with Christina brought vivid, her hands gently caressing her soft body, her firm and delicate skin, and a wonderful fragrance that only grows in life, like flowers blooming in the morning dew.

Zhou Jia shook his head, since that soft body, it has become strong and powerful, full of dense muscles, such height, coupled with blonde hair, the title "Captain America" is really appropriate. Christina becomes Chris. If the significant changes in her body began at the age of thirteen, it seems that this is not necessarily the case, and Zhou Jia feels as if everything is pre-programmed in her genetics.

Zhou Jia looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, the beauty of the past will always disappear in an instant. She stopped daydreaming in the mirror, put on her panties, put on a bra, put on a black shirt, beige khaki cropped pants, and a pair of canvas shoes with wedges. Then, she sat solemnly in front of the makeup mirror and began to put on makeup, which made others look charming and hazy, but the effect on Zhou Jia's face was the opposite, making her sweet smile look a little cold.

She is usually in the laboratory and hardly wears makeup, which is also a ritual to face the upcoming test.

As she walked through the hall, she heard a commotion, which turned out to be some tenants gathered at the counter. So she walked over.

"It's annoying. A black woman complained loudly, "These 'Airbus drivers' love to strike for something! What about us who commute every day?"

The imaginative aerodynamic suspension bus, now the main mode of transportation in Washington, D.C., has a fixed schedule and shuttles operate 24 hours a day. I heard that all drivers rallied today to hold a general strike on Capitol Hill and major traffic arteries because of welfare issues. It's a good thing, the air bus doesn't work, and even if you have your own car, the street can barely move, no wonder these people complain.

The counter manager has a worried face, his hair has turned gray, and Zhou Jia always shows a friendly smile when he sees him. He told the guests that there was no way around it, and asked them to find a way to drive out on their own.

As soon as I got out of the door, I remembered a horn outside, and Zhou Jia came, and it was still a black Oldsmobile aerodynamic car, the latest model and high configuration.

A black-clad agent stood next to the car and pulled the door open for her.

She sat in the back seat of the car, and the air conditioning in the car was so full that it even made people feel a little cold.

Zhou Jia leaned back on the back seat and watched the scenery outside the window glide by. After passing Indiana Avenue and the old City Hall, turn to Constitution Avenue, along the way, the Washington Monument, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, and landmark buildings appear in front of him, but Zhou Jia has no interest in them. Finally, the car drove onto the Arlington Memorial Bridge and headed for Arlington Cemetery.

Across the Potomac River, Washington, D.C., came Arlington County, Virginia, home to the 624-acre National Cemetery, with rows of white tombstones that depict silent glory. Adjacent to the cemetery is the headquarters of the famous Pentagon, the highest military command organ of the United States, the United States Department of Defense.

(To be continued.) )