The most powerful person in the internet’s darkest circles became famous for her scientific research

Shen Liangzhi found a contract and handed it to it. He lay on the sofa and closed his eyes.

"Echo, read it to me."

Echo's blue eyes flashed quickly and he read in an orderly manner.

Shen Liangzhi listened quietly, with a calm face.

In her previous life, it was just like this. Echo would read her experimental manuscripts for several hours every day.

Late at night, it will accompany her to learn Braille.

Many times, Shen Liangzhi felt that Echo looked like a human being.

So before she passed away, she felt compassion and was reluctant to destroy the Echo.

Obviously she was just destroying a piece of machinery, but she had the illusion that she was killing someone.

.........

the other end.

Han's Laboratory.

Someone along the way just returned to the company, turned on the computer, and found that the Echo data was fluctuating.

He opened the test data, and a familiar long program appeared on the screen.

Han Jing stared at the continuously extending data, his dark eyes so dark and frighteningly bright.

About half a year ago, by chance, he pressed the wrong program and accidentally turned on the monitoring chip.

Through Echo's eyes, he saw a person.

A beautiful woman with a cold appearance and full skin.

Because she was blind, she tripped over a chair lying in the middle of the road, and fell heavily to the ground. The materials in her hand were scattered all over the floor, and her outstretched hand knocked over the water glass, and the water inside poured on the materials. It took only two seconds. Time is a mess.

The woman who fell was wearing a white suspender skirt. Her face was too thin due to illness, her chin was sharp, and her skin was frighteningly white. Because of the fall, her skirt was rolled up to the middle of her thighs, exposing her swollen knees.

Han Jing paused to turn off the chip monitoring.

His eyes fell on her face. The moment she fell, her forehead hit the bedside cabinet, and her snow-white skin immediately turned red, which was shocking.

Echo immediately stepped forward and wanted to help her up, but the woman waved her hand and climbed up slowly and hard. From the beginning to the end, she had a cold face and did not show any signs of collapse and vulnerability.

Han Jing stared at the data on the ground. The data was complex and complicated. At first glance, it seemed that it was not something that ordinary people could have access to. The furniture in the room was also extremely expensive.

In just a few seconds, he had already made a preliminary conclusion about her.

A woman with an outstanding IQ, a superior family, and a newly blind woman who has not yet gotten used to living as a blind person.

Such a proud woman has always had a strong sense of self-esteem, so when she encounters setbacks, her sense of frustration and humiliation will be a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary people.

Although she was pitiful, Han Jing didn't like to meddle in other people's business, so she turned off the surveillance after just two glances.

He was sure she would suddenly collapse.

People's emotions are always stacked up and they always need an outlet, no matter how strong a person is.

But that familiar string of data is still updated like never before.

At four o'clock in the morning one day, Han Jing had just finished a cross-border meeting and was not sleepy at all.

Perhaps because he rarely had free time, he suddenly thought of this blind woman.

Ten days have passed and I don’t know if she has collapsed.

Curiosity drove him to turn on the surveillance, but due to the constraints of his moral sense, he did not take any action.

At this moment, the data on the computer became active again.

Surprise flashed in Han Jing's eyes.

It's four in the morning and she's still not asleep?
He was a little worried that something unexpected had happened to her.

After thinking for a moment, he still clicked on the monitoring because he was worried about her safety.

The woman sat at the desk, quietly listening to Echo reading.

The aura on her body was still suppressed, like a layer of cold and sticky mud, clinging to her body. Only those clear and calm black eyes firmly exuded lush and rich vitality.

Han Jing kept staring into her eyes.

Even though she was unable to focus due to blindness, her eyes were still beautiful and clear, like a plateau lake or a bright moon on the sea.

He watched her study Braille late at night, watched her burn her hands but pretended to be calm in front of everyone, watched her charge her mobile phone but failed to align the socket holes. Simple actions that ordinary people could complete in two seconds took her a lot of time. Two minutes later, when the phone was charging, he saw her hands shaking slightly... how could she not collapse.

How could he remain as calm as ever?

She simply relied on her strong self-control ability to suppress all rejection reactions in her body.

Han Jing stared into her eyes.

Aloof and stubborn.

A pair of beautiful eyes.

Too bad it was never seen again.

He thought for a while and set up an emergency program for Echo.

If she falls or is in a critical situation, Echo will automatically send a reminder text message to her phone.

In the days that followed, Han Jing watched her fall again and again through the screen, get up again and again, fall again and again, and get up again and again.

He works overtime until late at night, and she always studies until late at night.

Day after day, the two of them still didn't exchange a word, but the dark night seemed a little less lonely.

"Echo, let's use a different voice today."

After coughing up blood one time, she asked him to read the manuscript as usual.

Han Jing stared at the bright red color on her handkerchief, her heart tightened inexplicably, and she seemed to realize something.

In addition to her eyesight, her vitality was also quietly lost.

For some unknown reason, this time, he took over Echo's job and deliberately lowered his voice a few points lower than his normal tone.

The other party listened quietly, his thin lips slightly raised:
"It sounds great. Let's use this voice tomorrow."

In this way, every night late at night, Han Jing had a part-time job.

When he was too busy, he would ask Echo to imitate his voice, and when he had time, he would read the manuscript to her himself.

He gathered the top ophthalmologists in the country and asked people to check her identity, but found nothing.

In this world, it seems that this person does not exist at all.

He suddenly understood that her identity was more complicated and obscure than he imagined.

.........

"Master, do you want to hear anything else?"

Echo stood and walked around the hall, very curious about the new environment.

Shen Liangzhi thought for a while: ""What can I do to keep you?"

In her previous life, at the last moment before her death, she did not choose to see anyone and quietly let Echo read her the data from the latest experiment.

If death cannot be avoided, then when she is dying, she wants to be with the thing she dedicated her life to.

It was this time that Echo disobeyed her instructions for the first time and read her a poem by Herbers.

【What can I do to keep you?

I give you thin streets, desperate sunsets, and wild moons.

I offer you the sorrow of a man who looks long and long at the lonely moon.

I give you the souls of my dead ancestors, the ancestors who are memorialized in marble by future generations: my father's father was killed on the border of Buenos Aires, with two bullets piercing his chest, and he died with a Bearded, the body was wrapped in cowhide by the soldiers;

My mother’s grandfather—only 24 years old—led a charge of 300 men in Peru, now a ghost on horseback.

I offer you all the insight my books can hold, and all the manliness and humor my life can hold.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.

Give you an interpretation of your life.

I give you the core of myself that I have tried to preserve.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born.

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart...]

(End of this chapter)