Humans collapse into slag

The light screen zoomed in and was aimed at the door of a distant building.

But Liao Yuning didn't come out.

Lin Qi walked to the gate of the manor, was scanned by the red light of the security system, and finally couldn't enter the door.

The student from the Department of Intelligent Medicine turned around in a daze, looking at the gate and his communicator from time to time.

"It seems that he is in trouble." Mu Rong immediately said, "They are all classmates at the same school, and he is still Ningning's good friend. I can't just sit idly by."

Young Master Mu nodded his head very firmly, "Even if Ningning knows about this, it must be understandable."

The young master is actually waiting for such an opportunity, right?

Luo Lun murmured in his heart, but he didn't say anything, because Mu Rong had already got off the car quickly, and he didn't have a chance to express his opinion.

Lin Qi knew something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do.

The brain at the gate reminded him that this place was a private manor, and he could not enter unless invited.

Tried to call Liao Yuning's communication number again, but the other party still did not respond, Lin Qi was about to call the housekeeper of the Liao family.

"What happened?"

Suddenly someone spoke behind him, Lin Qi turned around and saw the person walking towards him.

In the cold wind, the man was tall and imposing, with the hem of his coat fluttering in the dark night, and behind him was a speeding car with a cool shape.

"Senior Mu!"

When meeting someone he knows when he is at a loss, even if the two parties are not very familiar, Lin Qi is like seeing a savior.

"Student Lin Qi, what a coincidence." This was Mu Rong's opening remarks, and he planned to say something to explain the reason why he appeared in this place.

However, before Young Master Mu could think of an excuse, Lin Qi asked first, "Senior Mu, are you also here to attend the banquet?"

Young Master Mu coughed dryly, as a tacit consent.

"Senior, Aning is inside. He promised me to come out at nine o'clock, but it is already a quarter past nine. I have called him many times, but they all show that he cannot be connected. Aning will not turn off the phone for no reason. I'm worried about what happened." Lin Qi was full of expectations, "Senior, can you go in? Can you help me see how Aning is doing?"

Although Liao Yuning had never accepted Mu Rong's pursuit, and even showed great dislike, from the bottom of his heart, Lin Qi was still willing to believe in Mu Rong.

Regardless of whether Mu Rong's pursuit of Liao Yuning was due to hysteria caused by brain damage, at least judging from the fact that Liao Yuning fell ill with a cold and the first aid after the injury, this person really cares about Liao Yuning.

Sure enough, after hearing what Lin Qi said, Mu Rong put away his excitement and became anxious.

Lin Qi: "You must be invited to enter here, Senior Mu, do you have any?"

At this time, Luo Lun jumped out of the car and said loudly: "Master, I remember that I have received many banquet invitations during this period, and it seems that this address is also there. Many masters need to confirm it on the system first."

Young Master Mu's communicator is very refreshing, because he blocked many people directly, and Luo Lun's job also includes processing these blocked messages for their young master.

Banquet invitations are the most useless things, Young Master Mu never paid attention to them, and Luo Lun deleted them when he saw them. Fortunately, he took a look, which left a little impression in his mind.

Hearing this, Mu Rong walked towards the security identification system at the door, and with a sweep of the red light, he passed the guest verification.

The Southern Cross speeding car smoothly drove into the manor's protective force field, and Mu Rong asked Lin Qi: "Whose banquet is Ningning here today?"

Lin Qi thought for a while: "The host of the banquet seems to be called Mr. Wei."

"Wei Yingnan, the eldest son of Wade, the Minister of Logistics and Equipment of the Imperial Army." Luo Lun immediately reported the specific information of Mr. Wei, and at the same time parked the car steadily at the welcoming place at the entrance of the building.

Several attendants in red court-style costumes stepped forward respectfully and opened the door.

Crack, the leather boots stepped on the gilt stone ground, making a crisp sound.

Young Master Mu got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and then drove straight in with big strides: "Where is Wei Yingnan?"

This is a building with a history of nearly 500 years. It is deep, tall, magnificent and luxurious, and has a very distinctive classical court style.

Young Master Wei's banquet was grand and extravagant and retro, with fragrant clothes and a lot of guests.

At this time, the banquet was halfway through, and the guests and hosts dispersed to have their own fun, and the attendants didn't know where Wei Yingnan, the host, was currently, so they could only confirm that he was still in this building.

"Forget it, let's find a way by ourselves." After sending away the attendants, Mu Rong took off his communicator and threw it to Luo Lun, "Find Wei Yingnan's number and call him in my name."

Luo Lun was ordered to rummage through the address book, and Mu Rong was not idle either. He beckoned over to a working levitating robot.

Taking the champagne tray carried by the robot to the side table, Mu Rong attached his portable smart brain to the signal access point of the robot, "Juno, find out Ningning's current location."

Lin Qi blinked, and immediately understood what Mu Rong was going to do. When he was in the medical center of the college, this senior did it.

But it's okay to be so blatant?

Lin Qi glanced at Lauren next to him, and Lauren smiled calmly at him, as if saying that it was no big deal.

Yes, the road monitoring system in Weixing City has been hacked, so what’s the point of hacking a private estate?

When Juno started working, Lauren had already called Lauren, but no one answered the phone.

Young Master Mu was a little irritable, "What is Wei Yingnan doing?"

Lin Qi suddenly remembered something, "By the way, the last time I talked to Aning, there was a man over there, who seemed to be Young Master Feng."

Mu Rong looked at Lauren.

Luo Lun frowned, "Feng Wei, Wei Yingnan's cousin, the eldest son of Princess Fan Yao's family, this person's reputation...is very bad."

Feng Li is the first child of Princess Fan Yao, who was conceived in an artificial womb.

Compared with the strict management of cloning offspring by the Imperial Genetic Law, the requirements for the use of artificial wombs are much lower. As long as certain conditions are met, specifically speaking, people can afford the money, and people can place embryos in artificial wombs to conceive.

There are not a few upper-class families in the empire who use this method to reproduce their offspring. Of course, the number of legal uses of artificial wombs is still limited, so the upper-class population has not been flooded.

In the second year after Feng Li was born, Emperor Yuan Chang revised the royal succession law, excluding any offspring born out of wedlock and unnaturally from the sequence of succession to the throne, including children born using artificial wombs.

A year later, Princess Fan Yao conceived and gave birth to her second son, Feng Lan, in October.

Feng Lan is the hottest candidate for the crown prince, but Feng Li is destined to miss the throne.

"Feng Li has a bad temper and domineering behavior. He has caused many scandals." Luo Lun said anxiously: "If Young Master Liao is with him, it may be really dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Murong said solemnly: "Is he very skilled? Ning Ning may not necessarily lose to him."

"It's not a fight." Luo Lun's expression was tangled: "I heard that Feng Wei's private life is extremely chaotic. He is greedy for beauty, and he has no taboos between men and women. As long as he is attracted to him, he will find a way to possess him, and the methods are quite low--"

Instantly comprehending what Luo Lun meant, Young Master Mu was furious: "How dare he?!"

Di-

The smart brain popped up a light screen, which was the result of Juno's analysis based on the monitoring screen, showing Liao Yuning's current location - a small room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

It was a storage room, the door was closed tightly, and there was a bright red blood stain on the handle of the door lock.

Liao Yuning is trying his best to endure.

He could feel his heart beating fast, and the torrent of chaos was raging all over his body. Everything he saw in his eyes was hazy and erratic, as if separated by a layer of tulle with uncertain colors.

But it didn't matter, he was still awake.

He clenched the palm of his right hand tightly, letting the pain of the skin being cut spread to his head.

You can't, Liao Yuning, you can't just fall into the quagmire, think about your past, think about your future, think about the things you want to get with all your strength.

Drugs can temporarily paralyze your body, but they must not take away your mind, you must stay awake.

The floor under his feet was like undulating waves, and Liao Yuning pressed his back tightly against the wall. He saw the whole world collapse and finally be wrapped in raging flames.

The fire was dazzling, scorching everything, but brought a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

It was so cold, he seemed to be standing in the endless deep space again, facing some kind of unprecedented fear alone.

Bang, the door was kicked open suddenly.

The huge vibration made the floor tremble.

"Get out!" Liao Yuning sternly yelled, even though he could only see some blurred light and shadow, he still widened his eyes and stood up straight.

The light and shadow are changing, carrying the noisy and chaotic human voices, those voices fill the eardrums.

It seemed...someone was calling him.

Who?

In the next moment, Liao Yuning fell into an embrace, dark and tight, and extremely powerful.

"Ningning, don't be afraid, it's me," the man said.

Ning Ning?

That shouldn't be my name, Liao Yuning thought in a daze, but it was strange, those two words sounded very familiar, as if someone always called him that.

Ningning...

It was a trembling, flustered, gentle voice with pity.

Bewildered by those voices, he relaxed his vigilance, and when he realized it, his clenched right hand had already been separated.

A strong smell of blood came to the nostrils, followed by the sharp pain of the wound being pulled.

"No!" Liao Yuning exclaimed, the small, sharp thing in the palm of his hand was already his only reliance.

He can't lose it!

But it's too late.

The shard of glass that had helped him so much was taken away.

Tears burst out of my eyes suddenly.

Can't admit defeat, can't show weakness, Liao Yuning bit his lower lip tightly, he can only rely on himself.

"Ningning—"

The man tried to part his jaw.

Liao Yuning bit a hand in anger, biting fiercely, exhausting all his strength.

The arms surrounding him stiffened for a moment, but soon relaxed.

Another warm hand touched the back of his neck, stroking his sweaty skin.

"Ningning, don't be afraid, with me here, don't be afraid..."