[Nearly 6,000 words. Don’t skip the chapters recently. I have many big chapters and I won’t understand them. I will update them today]

"It's so dark, so cold, mom." Rudolph sniffed, and a cold air rushed in through his nostrils. The coldness made him tremble even more, and his mother's appearance and her warm embrace appeared in his mind.

"I'm looking for mom..." Rudolph walked straight out, and the ground was indeed slippery, and he was hunched over. He wanted to walk faster but couldn't walk faster. It would be fine, so he wouldn't slip.

He walked to the monument, and the lines of words on it glowed in the dark, perhaps because of dew or some reason, in Rudolf's eyes, the monument shone brightly.

"People always 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 voice was hoarse, and while he was reciting, he rushed up with a breath of air conditioner. He coughed, so he couldn't stand it. He sat next to the monument and stretched out his hand to support it.

Put your hand on the characters, and the characters are uneven and cold.

He looked at the place where he put his hands, which happened to be the place where he signed it: Rudolph.

Seeing these three words, his face suddenly changed and suddenly popped away. He whispered: "It's not me, it's not me, it's not a bad guy, it's not a villain, it's not me, it's Dr. Q, it's Dr. Q..."

Rudolph only felt cold, he felt so strange, why was his face so cold?

When he cried, he naturally felt cold, but he didn't know that he was crying at this moment, just as he didn't know that he had become Doctor Q in the past ten years.

"Mom..." He knelt on the ground, reached out his hand to scatter on the grass next to the monument, and dug out a small iron box. He opened it, and it was wrapped in plastic wrap layer after layer. After pulling the long plastic wrap, a photo of his mother lay there quietly.

Heike, who came here in the earliest days, had such a small iron box with photos of his family inside. They were buried in the golf driving range outside the current reporter's villa. Speaking of which, when Rudolph came, it was not a golf driving range.

Later, it was changed to a golf driving range for reporters. Everyone dug out the small boxes and found a place to bury them. Strangely, a scientist who came at the same time suddenly went crazy and said in a daze that he had been cheated of something, his hair turned white overnight, and he kept going to the golf driving range to get his small iron box back.

He was sick and took away all the small iron boxes, but he insisted that he didn't have them, and he also said that he was not a bad person.

In the past, Rudolph didn't think that his madness had anything to do with him. At this moment, he suddenly understood why the madman was crazy and why he said he was not a villain.

He suddenly understood.

"Mom..." Rudolph made a sound that only children would have. He put the photo in his palm, covered his face with his hand, and started crying in a low voice.

"No, you are wrong. You have to research for the sake of the country, not..."

"Mom, I have my faith!"

Back then, he was only twenty years old, with a black buzz cut, and he was full of anger with his mother. At that time, he didn't understand why his mother repeatedly emphasized that it was necessary to have the protection of the state to do scientific research. He thought that his mother's horizon was too narrow.

Science has no borders, and scientific research is better for all mankind, isn’t it?

Now, ten years have passed, and Rudolph has realized that he is wrong. He is really wrong. What is he wrong? He doesn't understand what he is wrong. He is full of heart and talent. He is so unfaithful that he can abandon family affection for scientific research. What is wrong?

Although Rudolph couldn't figure out where he was wrong, now he knew that he was wrong. His mother was right and right. He had to ask his mother, where he was wrong...

He also had to tell his mother that he had been bullied and wronged!

In the dark night, there was no light and I couldn't see the photos of my mother clearly. Rudolph did not dare to cry loudly. He held back his voice and covered his face, burying his head in the photos, as if he was buried in his mother's arms.

"I can't survive anymore, mom..."

This night, no light,

His hair was as white as frost.

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Zhou Cunguang returned to the room and washed himself obediently. He lay quietly on the bed. This was the children's room in the laboratory. Apart from a wall was the temporary laboratory of the two professors. At this time, several other top scientists from the same major were discussing together.

Tonight is the most important night of research, so the corridor is empty. There is no need to worry about danger in the laboratory. No one has ever sneaked in, and Zhou Cunguang cannot enter the laboratory and can only be outside.

Yan Jiucheng and his group entered Rudolph through the only track. This was so good that Zhou Cunguang's tense nerves seemed to loosen. He closed his eyes quietly on the bed and almost fell asleep several times.

But every moment he was about to fall asleep, his body would tremble instinctively and wake up.

Although he made great progress tonight, he made great contributions to this progress. It can be said that he was half successful, but half successful does not mean that the task was successful. Not to mention that it was only half. This thing may be wasted at the last moment.

I haven't fallen asleep for eight months...

It must be that the task tonight was completed so well, which made Zhou Cunguang's sleepiness stronger than before. He felt very painful when he woke up, which was a real muscle ache. Fortunately, he had been used to it.

When he didn't really sleep deeply for a month, his muscles would be sore.

When I finished the task, I must sleep for a year. Zhou Cunguangxin thought, touched under the pillow at the head of the bed, touched a thumbtack, held it in his hand, and pressed it hard on his thigh.

Very good, no sleepiness.

This method is really hard to try. The more wounds on the thighs, the better the effect.

"Shift changes, brother." The voice of the agent came from the door. It was just four o'clock at this time. It was time for the morning shift to hand over. Zhou Cunguang had been on the bed with his eyes closed for about an hour. After hearing the sound, he secretly opened his eyes slightly.

Two strong men at the door handed over, and one of them looked at him.

The footsteps of a man left, and Zhou Cunguan lay quietly. After about five minutes, a footsteps gently walked towards his bed, and he heard the sound of the door closing.

"The arrangement is done." A man's voice sounded, respectfully.

"Very good." Zhou Cunguang opened his eyes, sat up, and gave the retired agent in military uniform a smile of approval. The man immediately bowed.

It is far from enough to live for eight months without any flaws under the surveillance of so many people. He will have to develop some eyeliner and his own people after such a long time.

Most of the retired agents engaged in this industry are for money. When it comes to money, Zhou Cunguang is not short of money, so he applies to the organization. But recruiting talents is not that simple and easy. You can give money to him or him. He can betray others for your money, and naturally he can betray you for other people's money.

Who to win over is a technical job? Zhou Cunguang is not good at this kind of technical job, but in such a harsh environment, whether you die or I die, his ability will increase extremely rapidly. At least, he has attracted several people to do things for him.

The one in front of me is a loyal person.

What kind of people will go from being loyal to money? Zhou Cunguang is good at this point: becoming a grasshopper on a vine. If you help me, you will have money. If you don’t help me, you will be defeated and being won over is a taboo for the black organization. If you explain it thoroughly, it is a taboo for death.

This thing is like this. As long as you get on the boat, you will not be able to get into the water, whether it is a pirate ship of the Black Organization or Zhou Cunguang's ship.

"Let's go, Uncle C4." Zhou Cunguang bounced up from the bed, twisted his neck, his face turned like frosty. He was used to calling this person's code name. When he was an agent, the code name was C4, and Zhou Cunguang called him uncle, which was normal.

Zhou Cunguang has a good relationship with C4. It can be said that as long as C4 can cure the child that even dogs hate, Zhou Cunguang will also call him uncle, which is quite sweet. Therefore, the killer organization will arrange for C4 to follow Zhou Cunguang more time than others.

"Where to go?" C4 asked.

"Near Rudolph's lab."

"We can't get into his lab."

"So, I have to go there to catch some mice and grab some things so that we can get in."

When there was no one, the strong man called Uncle was respectful to Zhou Cunguang, but Zhou Cunguang did not allow him to show his appearance. He glared at him, and he quickly straightened his back and reached out to hold his hand, just like an uncle holding his nephew.

At 3:30, there were few people in the corridor. Zhou Cunguang, who had always been jumping, was not very moving at this time. He quickly walked to the hall, which was the only place where the laboratories in both directions blended. At this time, it was deserted.

"I'll go there to play, uncle, you go there and guard me." Zhou Cunguang once again came to the children's playground. It was too late. The two little girls went back to sleep, and there was no one around.

"It's so late, the child doesn't go to bed early and can't grow taller." C4 said, looking at the surveillance camera.

"You have to care." Zhou Cunguang turned his back and ignored him.

C4 stopped talking and stood in the middle of the hall and the children's playground. Outside the gate, there were two bodyguards standing, looking idle. It was still good tonight. Zhou Cunguang had such a big noise before. If it were normal, the bodyguards standing at the door would have yawned for a long time.

I can't blame the bodyguard for being in bad spirits. This institute has not had any trouble in many years. Although there are occasional examples of snatching results, they all happened when the results were shipped out of the villa area. In addition, four years ago, after the mysterious management tycoons in the villa area improved the black market transaction process, this kind of thing happened even less: they can buy it with money, and there is no need to snatch it.

The two of them turned around and looked at C4. C4 nodded and made a smoking gesture. The two of them waved their hands and signaled him to go over. When they looked at C4's clothes, they knew that this was an agent who had just come from Country M. Professor Zhou and Professor Li came to the villa area, and there was a lot of noise. Although these bodyguards did not understand the specific situation, they still knew that so many helicopters landed in the villa area.

"Hey, buddy, try the cigarette here." One person took out the cigarette enthusiastically and handed it to C4.

"Brother, you can make a lot of money this time?" Another man took out his lighter and pointed to the distance: "You have to go there to smoke, don't let smoke here, together?"

The two of them looked at C4 enviously and flatteringly. Everyone in this industry knew what these retired agents were probably from. If they were taken over by the top black organization, they must be much better than them. They could only be trapped here for the rest of their lives.

"Make it a lot. I'll wash my hands after a few tickets." C4 took the cigarette from the man, sniffed it, nodded at the man with satisfaction, and then took the lighter from the other man. Just as he was about to fire, he turned around and looked at the hall. Looking at this place, the door of the amusement park was invisible.

"No, this little bastard is very annoyed. He just went in to play and probably couldn't find me now, so he had to scream again." C4 handed the lighter back and cursed: "This little bastard is very troublesome. Once he complained, I will deduct a lot of money."

These two bodyguards have seen many Black Ke, who brings children here, especially Black Ke, who only comes to communicate and leave. Isn’t it a hostage with children? It’s so ordinary that the two laughed.

"Brother, do you have any business to do?" C4 winked and looked at the two of them.

"There's..." The two of them naturally understood what he was saying, and took out a piece of yellow stuff from their pockets: "Sometimes I can make some small stones."

With internal and external cooperation, the bodyguards can not get many "little stones". After all, the management is strict and no matter how strict it is, as long as the world is profitable, there will definitely be loopholes. Such a big mine eye and so many people.

C4's eyes lit up. He picked up the cigarette and put it in his nose and sniffed it hard, and leaned over: "Tell me, let's make a fortune together."

The three of them started chatting in a low voice outside. The bodyguards inside cooperated with the killer who would leave here once they came here. This is the most common way of cooperation in the villa area. Of course, this way of cooperation is not enough in the eyes of the management. That is, the little boy below makes a small amount of money.

As they were chatting, footsteps came from the hall. The three of them immediately stopped talking, stood aside in a pretentious manner, turned their heads and took a look.

"Rudolph and his assistant." One man muttered and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rudolph? Is it the Rudolph on the monument outside?" C4 turned around with interest and saw Rudolph looking haggard and treacherous, with white hair but with a face of a man in his early thirties: "Why do you look energetic...a little..."

He pointed to his brain.

“He often does this.”

"Yes, sometimes it's even more exaggerated, and it's too common to talk to yourself."

"Is he the most powerful scientist here? What a research?" C4 looked at the man next to Rudolph: "Is that assistant very awesome? That assistant is right?"

"We are not very clear about the specifics, we just know that they are studying brains. The assistant often follows him. As for whether he is a living assistant or a scientific research assistant, he is not very clear. You must know that we don't let us inquire about these things here. Rudolph is so famous that we know if we don't inquire about it. In short, it's a very awesome black scientist."

Although the two were not familiar with Rudolph, this was normal, and everyone knew that the villa area was strictly managed.

At this time, a small head poked out from the hall and then shrank back.

"Go to smoke, I can't stand it anymore, I'm addicted to smoking." C4 said, turning around and looking at him: "Does he care about our smoking?"

"No matter how hard Rudolph is, although he is a crazy person, he never shows off his character to us. He is a very good person. Let's go." The two of them took out their cigarettes and walked towards the smoking place in the distance.
To be continued...