Seeing all the guards leaving one after another, Song Yiran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She squinted her eyes and looked at McLaun secretly. She felt that this professor was different from others, and his courage was a little too great. It was very different from the old antiques she remembered that she only knew how to study. Could it be that there was something secret about McLaun?

Song Yiran was guessing randomly in his heart, and as soon as he came to McLaun's sight.

Looking at each other, Song Yiran was shocked. Oh no, she always seemed to accidentally reveal flaws in front of McLaun. If McLaun really had other plans, he must be a person with deep and keen minds.

Those flaws of myself were enough to let McLaun see what he wanted.

This thought made Song Yiran's heart cold, but he didn't show any expression on the surface, and continued to play Su Wen, who was smiling, cowardly and kind-hearted.

"Professor, thank you."

"It's okay, they're doing too much. Are you okay? Suddenly being pointed at by those people with guns, you should be very scared. Damn, this group of people are simply robbers!"

McLaun cursed angrily, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Professor, don't be angry. They are also responsible, not to mention that I'm fine, right? It's getting late, professor, please go back and rest quickly. Isn't there any important research tomorrow?"

"Okay, I'll go back and you have a good rest."

McLaun smiled and nodded, as if he realized that his posture with "Su Wen" was too close, and he stepped back without saying a word. He greeted Song Yiran, and then turned around and left. Song Yiran waited until McLaun left before breathing a sigh of relief. After waiting for a while before getting out of bed and locking the door.

After confirming that no one would break in, he quickly took off his clothes, looked at the bloody gauze on his arms, and frowned fiercely.

She hasn't been injured for a long time, and it really hurts a lot.

If Li Shaoyan was there at this time, he would probably hold her in his arms with great distress and apply medicine carefully. He would also take care of her carefully, holding her in his palms like a treasure.

Damn it!

Song Yiran widened his eyes and raised his hand unhappily to touch the position of his heart. It was beating violently, and every time it was shouting Li Shaoyan's name.

But I haven't seen each other for a few days, I miss it so much.

That man is indeed his nemesis. Is this what everyone calls a sweet burden?

Song Yiran couldn't help but tremble. She felt that she was too numb. At this time, don't think about Li Shaoyan. It was obvious that Song Xiaobao hadn't found her yet, and she was already anxious enough.

At this moment, Song Yiran completely forgot the tail ring on his little finger of his right hand, and even more forgot that everything just now was recorded by the small chip inside. In other words, Li Shaoyan now clearly knew that Song Yiran was injured.

The low pressure continued to spread, and Fu Zilie secretly got up and left the computer room.

He didn't want to accidentally become cannon fodder. After all, compared with Li Shaoyan, his level is really limited. If he is really used as an air pump, the person who is beaten to the end will definitely be himself.

Li Shaoyan did not notice that there was one missing person in the room. He just sat in front of the computer with a gloomy face. The gunshots just now and the muffled groans made by Song Yiran were automatically played back in his mind over and over again. He couldn't see her, so he didn't know where Song Yiran was injured and whether the injury was serious.

God knows how much he wants to appear next to Song Yiran now, and hold her in his arms and hug her hard.

Then he threw the person who dared to hurt her into pieces, making him regret being born in this world. But in the end, he still couldn't do anything and could only stay in front of the computer and let his anger and worry burn himself.

Ranran, you have promised me that I will protect myself.

I hope it's just a minor injury. I hope I won't let me see you hurt again in the future, otherwise I will rush over at all costs.

Li Shaoyan thought in his heart over and over again, and couldn't help but hold his hands tightly.

That night, people with their own thoughts gradually became like water. As for the turbulent waves hidden under the calm, only I know, and how long can the calm last?

After last night's incident, the guards on the road will be more severe tomorrow than before. Even the professors must undergo inspection before entering their laboratories. Use a detector to check whether there are weapons and other violations.

Song Yiran followed McLaun with a cautious and worried look, and was only put in after being checked.

"Su Wen, today's work is more important. You focus on studying the data from yesterday, and I have more important things to do. If I don't come out, don't come in."

"OK."

Song Yiran nodded and handed over the latte in her hand. McLaun's words made it convenient for her. Song Yiran was not confident that she would not show off when she was with McLaun. It would be nice to be separated in different rooms and not meet all day, at least she didn't have to be wary of being sharp at all times.

After explaining what he wanted to explain, McLaun entered his lab and devoted himself to the busy day.

Song Yiran changed into a white coat, put on glasses, took out a microscope and began to study the cells and microorganisms from yesterday.

McLaun was responsible for cultivating a certain microorganism, like a cell. Because its properties are unknown and have certain dangers, Song Yiran and McLaun were particularly careful.

Has Rongchen really not given up on research on so-called human-shaped weapons yet? What experiments does he plan to use Xiaobao to do? What role do these cells play in it? What should she do to stop it?

One by one, a few questions were circling in Song Yiran's mind. She knew that if she wanted to solve it, she had to figure out the role of these cells first.

In order to understand the entire experiment more deeply, Song Yiran began to work harder and more seriously. She didn't know that the ship carrying Song Xiaobao had secretly docked in a corner of the island. The Song Xiaobao she was thinking about was also taken down by Rongchen and headed all the way to the secret room that only he knew.

Even Muzhe was only taken to the island and separated from Rongchen and Song Xiaobao. Someone who specifically escorted him to the room where he was detained was completely opposite to Rongchen.

Muzhe also knew that Rongchen could not tell him more, so he could only follow the group of bodyguards to leave helplessly.

Song Xiaobao was silent, with a coldness and calmness on his little face that was not in line with age. His sharp eyes were hidden under a calm state. His long eyelashes covered his eyes and made people unable to see his eyes. He had no idea what he thought at this moment.

Rongchen didn't care about these things at all, his eyes were fanatical.

The researchers who arrived first before had already started to work hard, and now he brought Song Xiaobao here too.

What remains is the experimental results of each department, which are used on Song Xiaobao when the time is right.

Before this, Song Xiaobao still needed a series of adaptive training and had to inject drugs that adjust various functions and indicators of the body.

The people around him were silent as if they did not exist. Rong Chen looked around and looked down.

"This will be where you live for a long time. Your range of activities is only two houses in front of you. In addition, there will be someone guarding you and not letting you cross the line. You just need to listen to me well and do what you should do."

Rongchen's tone was calm and unpopular, but it was full of cruelty.

Song Xiaobao listened expressionlessly, without any opinion. He was obediently led by Rongchen into a simple room with only one bed. Without observing, he knew that the walls here were made of special materials, and even Song Xiaobao might not be able to escape.

But these matters to him, he was just a test piece in Rongchen's hands.

This perception made Song Xiaobao angry, but after the anger, it was strangely calm. No one knew what the six-year-old was thinking in his head. Even Rongchen, who should pay attention to the most, ignored this point. His only focus was his own experiment and the joy of being about to succeed.

After taking Song Xiaobao to the room, Rongchen turned around and left, and the thick iron door was closed in an instant.

The room immediately became dark and no fingers were seen. Song Xiaobao leaned quietly on the bed, hugged his knees with his arms, and his chin rested on his legs. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Darkness is the environment that makes him feel most at ease.

Song Xiaobao slowly curled up the corners of his lips and gradually showed an unclear smile.

On the other hand, when Muzhe used the excuse to smash the last decoration in the room, Rongchen finally appeared. Looking coldly, Rongchen frowned slightly and looked over.

But Muzhe shrugged without caring, looking careless.

"I'm so sorry, I smashed the things here. There's no way. Who made the layout here not in line with my aesthetic taste? What I am the last person I want to do is to be wronged and destroy it if I don't like it."

Rongchen's face looked extremely ugly for a moment, but he saw that Muzhe was just deliberately suppressing and restraining his anger after provoking.

"I have brought you, as you wish. The rest is not what you should care about. Even if you want to care about it, there is no position. So, you'd better know who you are."

"My identity? Oh, what is my identity?"

Muzhe smiled self-deprecatingly, Leng Rui looked at Rongchen with his eyes as if he was about to pierce his skin and see the depths of his heart.

"This is your territory. What else do you think I can do? Don't forget, I'm still hurt."

Muzhe said, raising his arms as if he was smiling, so that Rongchen could clearly see the gauze that had already oozed blood.

That was the wound that Rongchen shot himself, and it was something that Muzhe couldn't forget even if he wanted to.

The atmosphere became awkward in an instant. Rongchen frowned and looked at the blood-seeking gauze on Muzhe's arm. After a long time, he turned around and left expressionlessly. Muzhe smiled freely and arrogantly behind him.

This unruly man still maintains his true nature even in this situation.

Rongchen's face became particularly ugly. Of course, Muzhe could not see it when he turned his back to him. The bodyguards following Rongchen were all extremely cautious because of the boss's gloomy face, fearing that they would become an innocent punching bag.
Chapter completed!