Every minute and every second she stayed in Mo Xiangsheng's room was a torment for Han Yue. Faced with this violence that she had never experienced since childhood, her spirit was almost broken.

I don’t know how long it took, Mo Xiangsheng gradually stopped. The blood red in his eyes slowly faded away, and he turned into confusion again. After a while, it turned into fear again.

Mo Xiangsheng suddenly knelt heavily on the ground, facing Han Yue, who was lying in front of him, and his consciousness was blurred, and he knocked his forehead heavily on the ground. He knocked hard, and cried while wailing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it, don't leave me, don't..."

Mo Xiangsheng seemed to be extremely afraid. After kowtowing for a while, he stood up again, ran to a drawer quickly, held all the jerky in the drawer in his arms, and then put it in front of Han Yue: "I give you all my jerky, please don't leave, I didn't mean it..."

The dispersed consciousness gathered in Han Yue's mind again with Mo Xiangsheng's begging. Dean Jiang seemed to be yelling at the top of his lungs, but Han Yue couldn't hear it clearly. At this moment, Han Yue wanted to escape desperately, but after reason returned, the thought disappeared instantly.

She knew that she could not leave. She did not comfort the lunatic in front of her and did not let him calculate the physics problems. Dean Jiang would not let him go, and Shen Qingyuan would not let him go.

Even if you are beaten and disabled, forced to become a madman like Mo Xiangsheng, even if you beg for it, you will not change the result. If... if you still want to go back to the past, you must cooperate.

Han Yue wiped away the tears from her face - while wiping the tears, her palm accidentally touched the red and swollen part on her face, and a piercing pain made her body tremble slightly. With this beginning, the pain in her body came like a tide, making her unable to help but let out a painful moan.

Mo Xiangsheng raised his head, stopped begging, but stared at her blankly. Han Yue twitched the corner of her mouth, tried her best to squeeze out a smile, and then gently stroked Mo Xiangsheng's hair that had not been cleaned for many days, and said softly: "I will not leave you."

Mo Xiangsheng was immediately overwhelmed by surprise: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Han Yue sat up and said, "But I have a condition. You, go and solve that question and tell me the answer?"

"Okay, okay. You wait a moment, and I'll go immediately."

Mo Xiangsheng's fat body bounced up like a ball and instantly rushed to the computer in the corner of the room. Seeing this scene, in the monitoring room, Dean Jiang and a group of experts also quietly relaxed his heart.

Mo Xiangsheng's spirit was immersed in the ocean of numbers and formulas, while Han Yue lay blankly on the floor, slowly recovering his spirit. I don't know how long it took, Mo Xiangsheng left the computer with joy and shouted to Han Yue: "I've come up with the answer."

In the invisible headset, Han Yue also heard Dean Jiang's voice: "I have sent the calculation process and results to the Science Planning Committee for verification. Han Yue, you can hold on for a while."

Han Yue got up with difficulty, picked up a bag of jerky meat, and handed it to Mo Xiangsheng: "You've made a good job, come and eat it."

Mo Xiangsheng took the jerky and swallowed it all into his stomach in a few seconds. After that, he stared at Han Yue and smiled foolishly. The sound made Han Yue creepy, but Han Yue still held on his own, and his face still kept a smile.

Mo Xiangsheng's heart was filled with joy and his eyes were full of admiration. It seemed that as long as Han Yue was accompanied, there would be nothing else in the world that could distract him. However, these joys and admiration could only make Han Yue feel fear.

Time passed by bit by bit. Professor Lailder, the Science Planning Committee, was paced back and forth anxiously, and behind him was a dozen nervous physicists using supercomputers to verify some data.

A few minutes later, a scientist shouted: "Professor, these data and formulas perfectly describe the interaction pattern between planetary thrusters and planetary magnetic fields. The data model we used before was not perfect! Haha, so that's it. I understand, I understand! Mo Xiangsheng is indeed a genius!"

"Professor! I have completed verification. These calculation processes are logical and accurate in data. We can use it to guide subsequent laying projects!"

"It's true that he is worthy of being Mo Xiangsheng, and indeed that he is a student of Dr. Huang Yuan! But I heard before that Mo Xiangsheng's spirit has been completely confused because of Dr. Huang Yuan's death. How did he calculate these things? Have the doctors in the mental hospital cured him?"

This question was also lingering in Professor Lailder's mind. He also asked Commissioner Donald and Dean Jiang specifically, but he did not get any clear answers. However, this is not important, and he is not very concerned about this.

Hearing that his colleagues had a positive result, Laird immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that it's right, our project can continue. I will report this matter to the Head of State immediately."

In the office of the Head of State. Shen Qingyuan sat upright behind the desk, and in front of him were Han Luochang with an angry face and Zhao Yang who was a little dejected.

The portable computer vibrated slightly, and Shen Qingyuan took a light look. After learning that the planetary propeller could continue to be laid, he felt a little relieved. But his voice was still full of sternness: "Zhao Yang, what did you do? How could such a living person disappear if he disappeared? I did not punish you for the assassination of Member Huang Yuan before, how could you make another mistake! Han Yue is not only the daughter of Member Han, but also my daughter-in-law! If even the safety of the immediate relatives of the Government Affairs Committee cannot be guaranteed, what else can you do?!"

Han Luochang's tone was even more excited than Shen Qingyuan: "Zhao Yang, say yourself, how long has my daughter been missing? What are the agents of your intelligence department doing? Can you work?! If you can't do it, just change to someone else!"

A noise suddenly came from outside the office, which made Shen Qingyuan frown slightly. This is the place with the strictest security in the entire civilization, and no noise should be there. But after waiting for a while, the noise not only did not disappear, but became even louder. Until the office door was suddenly pushed open.

The person who appeared at the door was Shen Fusheng.

It was only a while since he saw him, Shen Fusheng was already very different from before. His face was pale, his eyes were deep, and his body was constantly shaking, as if a gust of wind could blow down. Looking at his haggard son, Shen Qingyuan felt a pain in his heart.

Zhou Mingyu has been under house arrest for his whole life, and Chen Fusheng is his only relative in this world.

Behind Chen Fusheng were several guards on duty. Shen Qingyuan waved his hand and asked them to leave. Chen Fusheng staggered forward and then knelt heavily in front of Shen Qingyuan's desk.

"Dad, I beg you to find Ayu. Without her, I can't survive..."

Shen Qingyuan slapped the table suddenly and stood up suddenly. There seemed to be an erupting volcano hidden in the sound of his words, full of anger and murderous aura. But his words were not what Chen Fusheng said, but what Zhao Yang said.

"Zhao Yang! Give me a correct word, how long will it take to find Han Yue?!"

Zhao Yang knew that Shen Qingyuan's anger was not actually targeting him. Not only that, it was not even targeting anyone.

"First of the People's Republic of China, I cannot give you an accurate answer." Zhao Yang also controlled his emotions and replied in a deep voice: "According to my investigation, Han Yue's disappearance may involve something that we have not yet understood."

Han Luochang roared angrily: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Yang continued to say in a deep voice: "In the past twenty years, incidents similar to Han Yue's disappearance have occurred in our civilization in total 264 times. Each missing incident is similar to this. There are no witnesses, no traces, and no direction to investigate. They are like they suddenly evaporated in the world, and no one can find them again."

Chen Fusheng raised his head suddenly and looked at Zhao Yang incredible.

"However, according to a few people, at the scene of the missing person's disappearance, someone has seen some strange light and shadow, as well as some suspected living beings that cannot be described in detail. We think, we think..."

It seemed that Zhao Yang had made a great decision, so he spit out the word: "These missing events may be related to some alien civilization."

Han Luo Chang said in a trembling voice: "You mean, there may be some alien civilization lurking by our side?"

"It is impossible to determine, it cannot be ruled out. No one knows what the specific situation is."

Han Luochang seemed to have grown a few decades in an instant. He shook his head gently, sighed, stood up and walked outward. Chen Fusheng was still kneeling on the ground, looking helplessly at his omnipotent father.

Looking at his son kneeling on the ground, Shen Qingyuan's mind flashed again with his wife Zhou Mingyu, and the way Han Yue cried and begged in front of him. In a silhouette, there were some scenes at the wedding of Chen Fusheng and Han Yue. For some reason, the feeling of stuffiness in his chest became stronger and stronger at this moment, and even became depressed and began to impact upwards. Shen Qingyuan only felt that there was a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, and a mouthful of dark red blood was vomited out.

"Dad!" Chen Fusheng suddenly stood up and rushed towards the shaking Shen Qingyuan. Zhao Yang lowered his head and shouted anxiously: "Medical team, medical team!"
Chapter completed!