How do I get out of the Shura Field, who bumped into the ceiling

The silver-haired man took the children to have a work meal.

He made a mistake that he shouldn't have made, that is, he didn't know that this child was the object of strict control.

In other words, he underestimated the boy's danger to ordinary people too much, and didn't know that the boy was not as harmless as he seemed on the surface.Usually boys can only move in a very limited space, even if Shirley is there, they just go to and from a fixed place to draw blood and take samples.As for Xia Youjie, I have only met him a few times now, and I have never taken the boy around the institute.

The correct procedure at this time should be to send the child back to the room where he lives alone, and then ask someone to send him food.

——It’s like you don’t put a bear outside and let him forage, but you will carefully ensure that he stays in a glass cage, and then let the breeder feed it.

It's a pity that the silver-haired man doesn't come here often. This is the first time he saw this research subject. In his opinion, this is not a bear, but a panda, or a red panda.

Who would mind taking a red panda for a casual stroll?Especially when you have a gun in your hand, you will naturally have a sufficient sense of security, and you will not feel that the little guy you are leading is threatening.

The silver-haired man took the child to a place similar to the staff cafeteria of the research institute. It happened that the time was so busy that there were hardly any idle people coming to eat.

The cook who was in charge of cooking was startled when he saw the two of them, but under the menacing eyes of the silver-haired man, he immediately went to get something to eat.

After a while, the boy looked at the noodles in front of him and fell silent.He had only eaten the nutritional supplements of paste, rice balls, and the snacks brought by Shirley before.

Is this something to eat?how to eat

So he looked at the silver-haired man in confusion.

"Tsk. How can these idiots make noodles for children?"

Generally, younger children can't even use chopsticks, let alone let them use chopsticks to pick up noodles.

The chef was aggrieved: "There are only noodles at this time."

"Bring a fork here."

The silver-haired man showed the child how to roll up noodles with a fork.

Most foreigners eat pasta in this way.

As a local chef, he looks a little ashamed. He thinks it is more difficult to eat noodles with a fork than with chopsticks!

The child takes the fork and learns after a try or two.

The silver-haired man chuckled lightly, seeming amused.He raised his hand to make a call to someone, said, 'Get the things out of the car for me and take them to the research institute' and hung up the phone.

"You have good observation skills, and you have cleverness in your hands. Follow me in a while."

The boy ate his bowl of noodles obediently, and then wiped his mouth with a paper towel at the signal of the silver-haired man before walking with him.

Many people along the way couldn't help but look back at them, especially the boy, as if they were amazed at why he was free to walk on the path that researchers could walk instead of staying in his room.

The two walked to an empty room.This room is very strange, there are no windows, and the walls and ceiling are made of reinforced concrete, much thicker than other places.

The boy observed the structure here with his special eyes, and then looked at the silver-haired man.

The man walked into the room, and there was already a chubby man in black wearing sunglasses standing there.

"Brother, here are the things."

He opened the suitcase, revealing delicate circuits and some wonderful parts.

The silver-haired man casually took out a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and said, "After we go out, cut off the red, blue, and green wires in the order I just said."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, walked out of the room with his little brother, and closed the door from the outside.

The man standing outside the door raised his hand, put the cigarette in his mouth and bowed his head slightly, his little brother immediately lit the cigarette for him.

"Brother, is that kid... asked him to do this, if something happens, maybe the doctor will blame him?"

The silver-haired man sneered at the doctor, and smoke spewed out of his mouth: "That research has been stagnant for too long, and the conjurer and spell power can't be replicated on ordinary people. Hasn't it brought us no benefit at all so far? Don't we World charity, at the very least, I'm now helping them find an excuse for their project not to be scrapped immediately, and they should thank me."

After waiting for a while, there was no sound from inside, and the silver-haired man opened the door regardless of his subordinates' resistance.

He saw the boy sitting cross-legged in front of the parts, curiously observing each part.

That's right, the parts - the special product that will explode if the lines are not cut off in a certain order, now it's just a pile of parts.

"Oh, it looks like a big surprise."

The man biting a cigarette looked at the boy again with narrow eyes.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Wu."

the boy answered.

"How did you manage to disassemble it so thoroughly?"

The boy replied: "Just follow the order, it's very simple, and you can understand it at a glance."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly: "You can understand at a glance, does it mean that you can see what's inside, you can see through it, or you can understand its structure?"

The boy replied honestly: "It's all right. But isn't everyone able to do it?"

The silver-haired man smiled: "No, this is something only you can do. Let me think of a better use for you, your eyes and mind, it's a pure waste to hand over to those idiots. I'll try to apply If you go on a mission with me, if it goes well, you will get the right to move freely, and you will not be trapped in this dark place. Do you want to do it?"

The boy blinked: "Then, can I eat the one I ate today?"

The silver-haired man was amused: "Of course, you will have some pocket money at that time, and you can eat whatever you want. I will submit the application first, and I will tell you the result later, and it may not be approved."

The boy nodded in understanding: "Thank you."

It is enough for him to have a chance to eat noodles. This person in front of him can help him embark on the road of winning in life where he can eat noodles every meal.

"Gin, that's my name."

The boy nodded: "Okay, Mom."

Vodka: "Pfft! Keke, I'm sorry big brother! Children are ignorant, don't be angry big brother!"

The boy retorted: "But Shirley said that my mother is very gentle, treats me very well, and gives me food and takes care of me."

And the mothers in the album all have long hair, and they have the same hair color as their children.Isn't the person in front of him just has long hair and the same color as him, isn't he his mother?

This time Vodka couldn't help it, coughed until he laughed, and was stared at by Gin before he paused to explain.

"Brother is not your mother, mother is the woman who gave birth to you, well, you will know when you grow up. You can call me Big Brother just like me."

The boy looked up at Gin.

"Big brother."

Gin Jiu sneered: "This group of incompetent researchers, what do they have a Ph.D., researching and researching, did not teach him any common sense? I have to react later, treasures in their hands will become waste."

In Gin's view, the boy's greatest charm and value is his incredibly intelligent brain.The boy's learning ability is amazing, and if he doesn't use it, he just keeps it in such a foolish way. It's a waste of resources.As for powerful power and spell power, it is easy to be replaced by machines and heavy fire weapons in a modern society.As a human being, besides the eyes and hands, the most important part is the mind.The boy who is excellent in all three has a good foundation, and considering his age, there is quite a lot of room for growth.

Gin makes vodka to send the boy back.

The boy looked back at Gin Jiu who picked up the phone again and didn't know who to send the message to, feeling inexplicably disappointed.

The short time with Gin canceled his boring prison life.So the gin in his impression was tall and handsome, well-planned and very chic.

"Is mom a researcher too?"

The boy looked up and asked for vodka.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough, hahaha, don't let the big brother hear it, I will really beat you next time. No, my big brother and I are both in the action team, and the Institute can operate only because of us action teams. Work. Such as raising funds, fighting against competitors, protecting the research institute from being hacked by enemies, and all kinds of interesting jobs.”

With that said, Vodka couldn't help but start boasting about his post.

"Although the job risk is quite high, the salary is also high, and the income is always directly proportional to the return. The action group also has the highest degree of freedom, unlike researchers who cannot leave the laboratory. Most of the general action groups are good at using firearms and fighting skills , I can only be regarded as a weak logistics staff like me. At most, I can help my brother out, run errands, drive a car, check information and collect information, um, I can be regarded as an intelligence staff."

The boy looked at the vodka covered in tendons: "Weak logistics intelligence personnel?"

Vodka nodded: "Yeah, do you think I look very strong? It depends on who I compare with. Let me tell you, everyone in the operation team is so introverted that they are not human at all. Cough, you But don’t tell Big Brother. In short, I can only be regarded as a logistics intelligence officer. Fortunately, I am also very good at computers, otherwise I would not be qualified to run errands with Big Brother!”

The boy nodded half understanding.

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"You have a good relationship with Gin?"

Liu Dao Mu frowned slightly, this man's style was very close to Balian, and it seemed that Wu Zi was very close to him.The fork that Wuzi failed to change into the trident made it easy for him to have such an association.

Wuzi twisted his fingers: "When I was a child, I thought he was my mother. Later I realized that Squalo is my mother. In fact, they are quite similar. No wonder I misidentified my mother."

——What is admitting to a wrong mother!Even Squalo isn't your mother!

Liu Daoku began to suspect that he was completely unnecessary to worry about this guy, no matter which world he was in, this kid was enjoying himself, and the headache was for others.