Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 223 Disguise
"Catch the turtle in the urn?"

"How to catch it?"

Everyone at the scene was still confused.

"Then we have to ask Mr. Shang to talk to us in detail. I believe she has already arranged everything."

Wu Mohuan looked at Shang Zi with a smile.

"Get out of here with me first, you may need your help for the next thing." Shang Zi looked at Ye Shiyi again while speaking, "Does Mr. Ye have any orders?"

Seeing this scene, Wu Mohuan's eyes flickered slightly.

She thought Ye Shiyi was just a simple scholar under Shang Zi's subordinates, but from the time he entered the door to now, Shang Zi has always treated Ye Shi very respectfully.

This level of respect seems to have exceeded a cooperative relationship.

It was almost as if Shang Zi was Ye Shiyi's subordinate.

From Ye Shiyi's body, Wu Mohuan felt a heavy fog.

After Liang Mu, the second person Wu Mohuan couldn't see through.

She had an intuition that Ye Shiyi was not a pure scholar.

Ye Shiyi shook his head at Shang Zi, and apologized to the others: "I'm sorry, I can only provide you with a little theoretical knowledge.

In terms of specific actions, a weak scholar like me is really powerless, so I can only ask everyone to be more careful. "

"Mr. Ye doesn't need to be modest, we have gained a lot today.

The theory of space-time tides proposed by Mr. Ye alone is enough for me to study for a lifetime.

If I have the opportunity in the future, I would like to ask Mr. Ye more questions, and I hope that Mr. Ye will not hesitate to enlighten me. "

Sima Bo seemed to like Ye Shi very much, his eyes were full of sympathy among scholars.

"Dr. Sima, you're welcome. You are always welcome here to discuss research at Yemou."

Ye Shi replied with a smile.

Then, Shang Zi took everyone to bid farewell to Ye Shiyi and left that special laboratory.

After everyone left, Ye Shiyi came to the whiteboard alone.

Pick up the pen and draw a line outside the straight line and curve.

This is a dotted line.
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The dotted line extends all the way to the edge of the whiteboard, like a bumpy road heading into the distance.

Ye Shiyi looked at the dotted line silently, wondering what he was thinking.

On the other side, Shang Zi brought everyone back to her office.

Along the way, a group of people were talking and laughing.

The original stiff atmosphere melted like ice and snow.

Because in the laboratory, Shang Zi has already expressed enough kindness.

Not only did she explain clearly why she knew everyone so well, but she also selflessly shared the information she knew with everyone.

The most important thing is that the two sides have a common enemy—Yongjie!
The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

At least for now, Shang Zi is a trustworthy ally.

"Let me show you something first."

After entering the office, Shang Zi asked his secretary Shi Jia to set up a display screen.

What then appeared on the screen were pictures from surveillance cameras from different angles.

All the cameras were aimed at what looked like a warehouse.

A sarcophagus is strangely placed in the center of the warehouse, and there are some ancient pottery in the corner.

But what attracted everyone the most was a little pony eating grass in the corner.

I saw that the pony was not as big as Zhenhai's, and the hair on its body was almost all purple, only the four hooves were white.

Just like the legendary BMW on snow.

The pony was not bound by any rope, and after eating a few mouthfuls of forage, it wandered leisurely in the warehouse.

Unrestrained and free.

"Is that so."

The moment they saw the foal, Wu Mohuan and the others immediately thought of the small animals they had left in the hotel.

Wu Hou, Zhen Hai, Si Qing, Mu Mu, Chi Wen.
From this foal, they felt a similar quality.

That is, there is an aura and wisdom that ordinary animals do not have.

"Yes, the foal was found together in the prime minister's tomb.

Don't worry, I didn't imprison or abuse this little guy.

In fact, he is very close to me and is a very cute little cutie.

But I know that the target of Yongjie is it, so I put it in the underground warehouse of this building and strictly protect it.

By the way, I named it [Purple Snow]. "

Shang Zi looked at the little pony on the screen with doting eyes, like an old mother seeing her daughter.

"Then the sarcophagus."

As soon as Sima Bo opened his mouth, Shang Zi nodded and said, "The sarcophagus and pottery in the warehouse are all brought back from the prime minister's tomb.

Like Zixue, they were all targeted by Yongjie. "

"So this warehouse is the [urn] that catches the turtle in the urn?"

At this time, the others seemed to understand Shang Zi's plan.

"That's right, instead of being on guard all the time, it's better to lure the snake out of the hole and catch them all!"

Shang Zi is like a chess player, with the light of wisdom in the layout shining in his eyes.

"It seems that Mr. Shang has already set up the trap, so please tell us how we need to cooperate with you."

Wu Mo said with a smile.

"Heh heh heh this time, those mice will come and go!"

A cold light flashed in Shang Zi's eyes, and he began to explain his plan to everyone.

In the dead of night, a truck loaded with fodder drove into the underground parking lot of the Yemao Group.

But the truck driver did not notice that a black van was trailing behind like a ghost.

Suddenly, one of the truck's tires made a loud noise, and the entire vehicle lurched.

The truck driver was startled and hurriedly managed to stop the swaying truck.

When I got out of the car, I found a tire had blown out.

"Damn, what a bad luck."

The driver was cursing and was about to put on the spare tire.

But when he was going to get the tools, a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, hit the driver on the head, and knocked the driver unconscious on the spot.

The black van had already approached at some point, and a large group of people jumped out of it.

If Bai Xi and the others were here now, they would definitely recognize several familiar faces among them immediately.

Yongjie's NO.18 girl with pink hair, No. 99 man in beach pants, and No. 37 Mars who once fought Yashayan in the deep mountains.

NO.18's injury seems to have healed, but his expression seems to have lost the previous arrogance.

The eyes looking at No. 37 shivered, as if they were afraid of him.

Judging from the positions of Yong Jie and the others, No. 37 seems to have completely replaced No. 18 and became the commander.

"[No. 52], it's up to you next."

No. 37 chewed his gum and grinned grimly behind him.

(End of this chapter)