"You...you..." Rudolph tried hard to control his panic, and he asked calmly as he could: "What if I...I...I...I quit?"

"Exit?" Zhou Cunguang laughed in silence, and he put his hand in his heart: "Don't worry, our people are not killers, nor are they unscrupulous organizations. We will not force anyone to do things for us, nor will we take your life."

Zhou Cunguang's answer made Rudolph see a glimmer of hope, and he couldn't even believe his ears.

"real?"

"Of course, you think about it yourself."

Zhou Cunguang's answer was so readily that Rudolph was not used to it. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and paced back and forth. Zhou Cunguang didn't bother him, and just stood there and lowered his head and played with the tracker.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Rudolph stopped and asked, "Before you came here, you really checked my name, and didn't see any news about me?"

Zhou Cunguang nodded and shook his head again: "There is news."

"What are you writing?" Rudolph's eyes shone slightly, like a candle lit in the dark night.

"There are news from you that suddenly disappeared more than ten years ago, and only from ten years ago."

The candle in his eyes went out.

"Maybe...maybe...they used my pseudonym." Rudolph murmured, and squeezed out a stiff smile: "I don't care about these things, and it doesn't matter if I use a pseudonym, as long as it can benefit the people."

Speaking of this, he stopped.

"You said that Lancaster has achieved the problem of delivering nutrients to brain cells without blood vessels. It was really the year before yesterday, the year before?"

"Yes, I can be sure."

Rudolph's lips were slightly white. At this time, he believed in Zhou Cunguang. After all, Zhou Cunguang told him all the plans to exchange secrets for secrets, which is normal.

But he couldn't believe Zhou Cunguang, because if what he said was true, it would be too strange. A problem he solved five years ago, don't the world's biotechnology experts know?

If they don’t know, does it have nothing to do with whether there is a pseudonym or not, but the technology has not been released at all?

"Why are the things I have developed long ago and scientists outside are still studying? Could it be... no, it's impossible, they can't not publish them, otherwise they will spend so much money and use so much materials to support us, and the scientific research is consumed huge amounts. Why? They can't not publish them, otherwise why do they build this laboratory? Why? Impossible, why? It's absolutely impossible..."

Rudolph became a little incoherent. He stretched out his hand and touched his nose, sometimes touched the back of his head, sometimes hugged himself, muttering.

Everyone has their own weaknesses. Some people have family affection, some people have love, some people have money, and some people have their own lives. Rudolph doesn't care about these things. He can abandon everything and come here, so he abandons family affection, love, and even money. He uses all the most important contents that secular people think of the most important thing to exchange for something: biotechnology human brain organoid research.

Just as it was engraved on the monument at the entrance of the Institute of Biotechnology: People often say that art has no borders, so does science have borders, and does scientists need borders? I don’t think it is necessary, so I came here.

Rudolph's signature.

This may be just an honor for others. After all, in this huge Black Science Organization, only a few people have such honors and can leave a fortune here. But for Rudolph, this is just what he said in his heart.

He came purely for the scientific research in his mind, and there was no other reason.

Such a small place, except for the vast underground laboratory, these facilities on the ground, walked from south to north, and even if you circle around it, you can only take a walk in an hour. Just a freshness is definitely not enough to support a black science and technology to study it steadily for ten years.

The underground laboratory is very large, and Rudolph himself doesn't know how big it is, because the Black Science Department has regulations on Black Science Department, and it is not allowed to move around freely across fields.

If academic exchanges are needed across fields, this is fine, but the research and dispatching room has arranged all the staff and selected a conference room to communicate. The content of the communication scientific research is also stated in advance and cannot deviate from the rules.

To be honest, at the beginning, Rudolph was not very adapted to this method. Why did the free communication be said to be cross-field, just like in China, with thick walls? Later, he figured it out and just was not allowed to communicate at any time. This was much better than in China. After all, the country is a competitive relationship between countries. Not to mention communication, it is a technical barrier at all and cannot be broken.

It’s just a matter of trouble. Maybe other black scientists are worried that their research will be taken first, so they need to be dispatched. Rudolph thinks so.

He never doubted that there would be any problem in this, and he had never doubted it at all. In this area, he had been fighting for ten years in the best scientific research environment in the world.

Ten years, a full ten years!

The projects developed one by one are his efforts and are his children! He gave up everything, came for his dreams, came for the human brain organoids, and finally made these breakthrough progress. Haven’t these progress been released?

Doesn’t scientists know that in the outside world, he has already studied human brain organoids to the later stage?

Take autism as an example. He has the brains of twenty autistic children in his hands. This research alone should shock the world and make families with autistic children around the world happy.

Are these all sank to the sea?!

Rudolph couldn't believe it, how dare he believe it? How could such a good thing, such a good research, benefiting brain nerve patients around the world, not know about it?

"I...I don't believe it, I have to check it myself...I must check it myself..." Rudolph murmured, and he stopped, turned his head and looked at Zhou Cunguang.

Zhou Cunguang is a man with a heart of heart. He has experienced too much. Others will not know the pain of not growing up when he is a man, nor will he understand how much cold-eyed and ridiculed he has experienced. He relies on winning the first place every year, and he has to be eighteen years old, and finally returned to the mountain village to be a tea boy.

He rarely cried.

When students are studying, their noses will be sore when they see something particularly touching or plot. Almost everyone has this empathy, but they have never been there before. They are not trying to endure anything, but they really don’t think the other person is pitiful or worthy of sympathy.

He has tasted the most bitterness himself, and he has become numb. The so-called indifferent and calm personality is nothing more than a lot of experience.

But the moment Rudolph turned his head and looked at him, Zhou Cunguang's heart trembled.

Rudolph, who was in his thirties, had much whiter hair than the year his father passed away. He was like an old man, with white in black, slightly lump in his back, and his hands were a little deformed due to long-term experiments, which seemed much older than his peers.

But at this time, Rudolph's eyes looked very much like a child, and a child looked at his mother's begging eyes: "You must have checked it wrong, you must have checked it wrong, you don't understand this aspect, maybe you checked it wrong, right?"

If it weren't for this mission, would Rudolf be a black department here all his life? Even though he got up early and went to bed late every day, he was extremely happy to do experiments. He would still be excited about the corpses transported in and excited that the research results he made could benefit mankind. Perhaps, he would miss his parents, his wife and children, but he would still go on with such regrets.

Zhou Cunguang didn't know how to answer his question. As Rudolph said, he was not an expert in this field. He might make mistakes when searching for information. After all, he just checked his name and the achievements of human brain organoid research over the years, remembered some names of people related to him, such as his former colleagues and leaders, and looked up the achievements of these people today in order to use them when negotiating with him.

Can……

Zhou Cunguang knew in his heart that this search might make mistakes, but the probability of errors is very, very small, as small as a few geniuses like Rudolphs in this world. After all, this is the organization that Rudolph is the object of breakthrough.

Those who have been decided by the organization must...

Rudolph half-squatted down in front of Zhou Cunguang, and one knee touched the ground, looking at him with earnest eyes. The hideous smile that the cynical child showed when he saw the bodies of several children, and the cold blood that seemed to be without any mercy at the passing of life, but at this moment he seemed so helpless and pitiful.

"You must have checked it wrong, right?"

Zhou Cunguang moved his lips and his voice calmed down: "This... is hard to say."

Zhou Cunguang was not affected by Rudolph's pity. He threw out the bait and firmly lured the fish into the net that should be entered: let his teammates come in, and let Rudolph willingly cover his teammates.

"It's hard to say? Are you not sure?"

"I'm really not sure, because I'm not a professional after all, and there's a possibility of making mistakes. But I did search, and there was no. Lancaster was indeed the result of the research two years ago. There was a hacker in our team called Boss Zero. He ranks third in the world hacker rankings and is well-known and will definitely let you see the Internet outside."

The eager hope on Rudolf's face disappeared instantly, and his body seemed to slowly stiffen. He just half-kneeled in a daze. After more than a minute, he held his forehead with one hand and the other hand with the wall, and then stood up tiredly.

It turns out that my heart is so tired. In just one minute, I exhausted almost all the physical strength of this Ke Cai who can work continuously for 35 hours.

He looked at the ground and his voice was slow and heavy: "Let's cooperate. Although I don't know whether you are trustworthy or not, nor do I know if I am the piece in your plan, I have indeed suspected that there was a problem with the Internet. At first, I suspected that my scientific research results were not provided to the world for free, and now I have no idea of ​​my efforts. My child, forgive me, and use children to describe my scientific research results. It is really my child. Now I can't find my child. Is she sold at a low price or hostage? Or... I have to find her. I must figure it out, otherwise I will not be able to study it carefully, and research is the most and only important thing in my life."

Speaking of this, he covered his chest with one hand, feeling his chest was stuffy, as if ten years of social distractions were coming up in this moment, and he was a little unsteady.

"Let's cooperate."

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Cunguang. When the eyes met, Zhou Cunguang realized that he had won and had successfully convinced the Black Department, one of the most mysterious research institutes in the world, one of the several Black Departments at the top of the pyramid.

This is a victory.

But his heart was very irritated.

"Scientific research is my belief. I have nothing but faith. I must figure out what's going on, sure." Rudolf murmured and stretched out his hand towards Zhou Cunguang.

"I wish us a happy cooperation..." Zhou Cunguang swallowed his saliva and continued: "The cooperation is going smoothly."
Chapter completed!