come as god

Chapter 52 The Bewildering Truth

"Wang Tao, 32 years old, an overseas student from an unknown civilization, graduated and worked in the Institute of Super Quantum, and served as the deputy director of the Department of Genetics and Original A."

Wu Chao sat cross-legged on a chair with a scruffy beard, and the dim computer screen lit up half of the room.

Under the yellow mottled walls, there is only a single bed and an old computer, as if returning to the old days.

But he had no choice. The money in the account was gone, and he couldn't find the reason at all. It was useless to complain to Skynet customer service. The other side showed that it was his own consumption.

Wu Chao felt a little cold, thinking that his blown skin might be revived with the help of the ability to regenerate a severed body.

So another him may have appeared in the world!

But this is not the most important thing, there is a mechanical sound counting down in his mind, like a clock in the dark, ringing again and again, making him anxious.

Find and solve the real culprit who hunted and killed the six veins!

This is a huge gamble of life, overdrafting future transactions, if it cannot be completed within 27 days, there is only one dead end.

He closed his eyes, and the countdown came to mind.

"23 days 6:58:12."

After waiting for two days on the satellite of the human base, and sailing in the spacecraft for 36 hours, I finally arrived at one of the central planets of human beings, Yaojia Star.

Because the currency is suspected to be used by another self, he lives in poverty and rents a rental house in the old city.

He is so poor that he can't even afford a new Skynet terminal, so he can only use low-level equipment such as a computer to conduct simple information inquiries.

However, the information that can be found is very limited.

Wang Tao's identity information is hidden, and only some simple social background and honor information can be queried, but deeper identity related information, background, etc. cannot be queried.

"It seems that we can only start from the Super Quantum Research Institute and find clues from the details of life, and there may be unexpected gains."

Wu Chao simply had dinner, put on his tight black combat uniform, and left the rental house.

He planned to visit the Institute at night.

Yaojia Star Weapon Dragon City, out of Longhu Lake, the man-made bright moon hangs high, the cool breeze is blowing, and the waves are sparkling.

A family walks by the lake, or someone walks through the air with an aircraft on their backs, robots clean up the garbage on the side of the road, and singers sing by the lake, creating a lively and noisy scene.

"Nothing has changed."

Looking at the familiar world, Zhao Ming felt nostalgic. Unknowingly, he had been exiled for more than two months, but it made him feel as if he had passed away.

The nuclear waste star is ancient and dilapidated, and the primitive jungle is severely separated from the prosperous human world.

He seems to be an ancient man who has come from ancient times to the present world. He is completely different from all the prosperity, and he is incompatible with it, and he can no longer integrate into it.

"I had it too, but I can't go back."

He sighed secretly in his heart, tightened his hood, and disappeared into the dark night. People with no waves in ancient wells would remain indifferent even in a busy city, and people with hatred would not be able to extinguish their anger even if they faced ice and snow.

He came back this time with a killing sword, and came for the truth and revenge.

With a sharp weapon in the body, the murderous heart starts from the beginning.

He walked through all the familiar streets, saw familiar shops and people, and didn't go up to say hello. He just ate an egg fried rice at the ramen shop he frequented, paid the bill and left.

No one can recognize him since, like a passing passerby.

Say goodbye to the past.

In the end, he returned to the residence where his parents used to live, and left Villa No. 8 of the Longhu Villa Group.

The light in the bedroom is on, and it seems that the occupant has changed.

Zhao Ming lurks in cautiously, it's not difficult, there is a young woman practicing yoga in the bedroom, her body is plump and well-proportioned, there is no trace of fat in her beautiful curves, she can be fat or thin, her appearance is also outstanding and dignified, and the corners of her lips are dotted with A beauty mole adds a strange beauty.

After watching for a while,

He noticed the wedding photo on the bedside, the man looked very familiar, it was Wang Tao.

Unexpectedly, he had such a good fortune to marry such a beautiful girl, but he was also unlucky, and died in Tongluxing shortly after getting married.

The woman finished her yoga exercise dripping with sweat and fell asleep to the music.

Seems to be used to a person's night.

I didn't have the habit of waiting for someone to come home at all, and I didn't nervously make a greeting call to my husband who didn't come home late at night.

"The relationship between these two people seems to be a bit strange. It is not a simple love marriage, but a combination for a certain purpose."

Zhao Ming watched the woman fall asleep with his own eyes, and quietly entered from behind without disturbing her.

He came to the study room on the second floor of the villa. His father once placed all kinds of professional books and materials, expensive instruments, etc., all of which were taken away. Many calligraphy and paintings were hung up, filled with various virtual electronic devices, and transformed into a nondescript projection room. .

"Wang Tao's taste needs to be improved, and there is no chance to improve."

Calligraphy and painting are not the handwriting of famous masters, but the splashing ink of some wealthy people. They have no rules but are regarded as the standard. People can't help but sigh the power of money.

He was sitting in front of the desk, the desk was very messy, the pens, inks, papers and inkstones were full, but in the drawers were all kinds of comic books.

"Huh? What is this?"

Suddenly, Zhao Ming's sharp eyes saw an opened letter.

It is undoubtedly rare to use original paper letters in this era, and I can't help but feel a little surprised.

I originally planned to search my father's research materials and manuscripts, maybe I could find information about the genetic engineering system and the truth about their murder, but unfortunately, it was handled very cleanly.

This letter is made of a special alloy, which is difficult to tear, and the information is irreversible and confidential.

"Communications through Skynet are easy to be eavesdropped, so use paper mail to ensure the reliability and authenticity of information."

Envelopes require a fingerprint to unlock, which is easy to crack.

The probe shredded it and took out the letter.

"Wang Tao, the instructor is very happy that you made the right choice and helped us find the evidence of Zhao Heng and his wife's betrayal of mankind. As a reward, Meng Lu will become your wife, and the Institute will formally appoint you as the deputy director,"

Not many words, but a lot of information.

On the lower right side of the paper, there is also a red wolf's head printed on it, as well as some inexplicable signatures, not in human language, but like some kind of text code, which only special people can understand.

"Wang Tao is indeed related to the murder of his father, but he is not the chief culprit. The people behind him are terrifying. They kill people from afar through power and sex transactions."

'Mentor happy you made the right choice'

tutor?

Wang Tao completed his undergraduate studies at the Galaxy Interstellar Academy, and then went to an unknown civilization for further study. Is this tutor a university tutor or an alien civilization tutor?

Undoubtedly, this mentor was terrifyingly powerful, and he was one of the leaders who caused the murder of his parents. The wolf head in the lower right corner of the envelope revealed some information.

Wolf head?

"I'm going to check Wang Tao's past, his university and study abroad experience, and what big names he has been in contact with? Who likes to use the wolf head mark!"

Putting away the envelope, the figure flitted across the bedroom to ensure that Meng Lu had fallen asleep peacefully before leaving silently.

The institute is brightly lit.

A black shadow quietly entered.

(End of this chapter)