I am reciting the Classic of Mountains and Seas in the interstellar

Xia Chujian drove the mecha and flew up directly.

Her bedroom had been split in half.

Most of the furniture inside was broken into wooden boards.

Except for her bed.

Her bed was still stubbornly intact.

The space under the bed was not broken into a hole or anything.

Xia Chujian hurriedly bent down and dragged her gun box out from under the bed.

The gun box was intact, and it contained her precious sniper component, submachine gun component, and pistol component.

Most importantly, inside the gun box, there was also her ghost-faced safe disguised as an electronic food box...

She checked them one by one, and only closed the gun box after making sure that they were not damaged.

Then she took out two suitcases full of gold from the collapsed closet.

In addition, there was a backpack that Huo Yushen had given her before, which could prevent electromagnetic detection at the airport.

Xia Chujian was like a hardworking little bee, busy and chattering to transport her treasures back to the small bat fighter.

She had a room on top of the small bat fighter, and there was a secret room inside, which was especially suitable for her.

After putting the two suitcases of gold and her precious gun box in the secret room, she thought of the small round-hat-shaped aircraft stored outside.

She picked it up here.

It looked almost exactly like the round-hat-shaped aircraft she had encountered twice.

Xia Chujian didn't want to keep it here any longer.

It was no longer safe here.

But no matter how small the aircraft was, it was still an aircraft!

How many people would it take to lift it?

It would be nice if it could still fly...

Xia Chujian was thinking wildly, so she decided to go to the second floor of the basement to find Xia Yuanfang first.

Xia Yuanfang was indeed here.

She was packing the large quantum optical computer here.

Seeing Xia Chujian coming in, she just nodded and said, "You came back this time to find a way out, right?"

Xia Chujian said, "Yes, I took a ten-day leave."

Xia Yuanfang was relieved and said, "That's great, help me think about how to install the things in this room on your aircraft?"

Xia Chujian was also curious for a moment and said, "Aunt, how are Qin Wanglan and the others' bodies being cultivated?"

Xia Yuanfang sighed and said, "Actually, it's almost done, but I've always wanted to wait for a special day to install those chips in them."

Xia Yuanfang was talking about the brain-computer interface chip.

As long as these chips are installed in the cultivated human brain, Qin Wanglan and the others can be considered alive again.

Xia Chujian said, "What special day? Do you want a whole ceremony or something?"

"Celebrate their new life?"

Xia Yuanfang suddenly blushed a little and said, "...I want to use Qin Wanglan and the others' birthdays..."

Xia Chujian understood.

I want these cultivated human bodies to have the same birthday as Qin Wanglan and the others.

Xia Chujian thought for a moment and said, "Aunt, it's not necessary."

"The bodies they had before were not their previous bodies."

"All they have now are the chips."

"How about this, why not install them today?"

"As for birthdays, haven't you marked them on their IDs?"

"Everything is subject to the IDs."

Xia Chujian now understood, and felt that her aunt was a little stubborn.

Xia Yuanfang pondered for a long time and nodded slowly: "I'm sorry for them."

Xia Chujian's mouth twitched, and she patiently dispelled Xia Yuanfang's knot: "Aunt, have their bodies been cultivated to maturity?"

When asked about Xia Yuanfang's professional field, she immediately became energetic and said confidently: "Of course they are mature."

"It's also completely mature, so I thought about transplanting the chips quickly."

"It's just..."

Xia Chujian immediately said: "Just what? It's just that the day they are awakened is not their real birthday?"

Xia Yuanfang nodded awkwardly.

Xia Chujian smiled and said, "I don't think they like their previous birthdays."

"We've all started over again, isn't it good to have everything new?"

Xia Yuanfang understood a little, and thought, "That makes sense."

"Not everything in the past is good."

"There are those ancient golden ages, and there are also pasts that are hard to look back on..."

Xia Chujian couldn't help but pick on Xia Yuanfang's scars, and changed the subject and said, "How to transplant those chips? Can you do it?"

Xia Yuanfang's attention was diverted, and he said, "Brain-computer interface and chip transplantation are already mature technologies in the Beichen Empire."

"There are special machines for sale on the Star Network."

"I got a 'scrapped' second-hand one from Ning Sa, and it actually works fine."

Xia Chujian knew that Xia Yuanfang did this not entirely from an economic perspective.

Because if this kind of machine with a brain-computer interface is purchased from a legitimate channel in the Beichen Empire, it must not only be registered with the real name, but also be registered.

Each machine has its own unique number.

They have their own unique style when they install brain-computer interfaces.

Let's put it this way. Just by detecting the loading method of the brain-computer interface, the machine installed on it can be tracked.

That's how strict the monitoring is.

And the scrapped machine definitely doesn't need to be purchased with real name.

However, Xia Chujian still has questions.

She said: "Aunt, if someone checks their brain-computer interface and finds out that it was installed by a scrapped machine, you will be exposed, right?"

Xia Yuanfang said confidently: "It's okay, I have modified that machine, and the way it installs the brain-computer interface has been improved by me. There will be no record on the Beichen Empire side."

She had helped people modify this kind of machine before.

At that time, their technology was higher than that of the Beichen Empire...

Xia Yuanfang almost fell into a long-lost memory.

It was Xia Chujian who pulled her mechanical arm and said: "Aunt, where are Qin Wanglan and his body?"

Xia Yuanfang took Xia Chujian to another secret room in the basement of this floor.

There was a spacious hall there.

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Eight translucent objects the size of a medical cabin stood quietly in the middle of the hall.

Xia Chujian saw this scene for the first time and was shocked and speechless.

She remembered the gene culture factory run by the frog-like "Siren" that she had seen on Green Star.

It was so rough that I thought it was a sweatshop of a small workshop...

It was different here at Auntie's place.

The cool hall shining with black technology, the low-key but luxurious translucent rectangular cabinets, and the various instruments scattered in the hall were neatly arranged.

This is the culture dish of Qin Wanglan and the others.

Above each culture dish, there is a virtual display screen, which shows the real-time data changes of the environment in the culture dish and the growth of the human body.

Xia Chujian and Xia Yuanfang both put on another layer of sterile protective clothing outside the mecha.

After entering, the door was closed layer by layer, and the automatic sterilization equipment sprayed again, striving to not bring a single bacteria into the hall.

Xia Chujian followed Xia Yuanfang in.

The soft light of the shadowless lamp fell from the top of the head.

Xia Chujian looked up and said, "Aunt, was this also made by Baili Xin?"

Xia Yuanfang nodded: "He is very smart. I only gave a rough idea and he understood it."

"But he only modified the outer wall and the hall."

"These equipments are all modified by me."

She walked to a translucent culture dish, stopped and lowered her head.

Xia Chujian followed and could not see what was inside the culture dish.

The translucent texture of the thing seemed to be visible and invisible, which added to the mystery.

Xia Yuanfang walked to the other side of the hall and operated a machine that looked like a chair.

Xia Chujian watched the whole process.

Xia Yuanfang wore sterile gloves and took out a small matchbox-like thing from a drawer-like container.

Xia Chujian was curious: "Aunt, is this the chip in their brain-computer interface?"

Xia Yuanfang rolled her eyes at her: "Are you going to kill them by putting such a big thing in their heads?"

Xia Chujian laughed: "Aunt, you are so humorous! I just ask because I don't understand!"

Xia Yuanfang raised her lips and said: "This is the outer box of the chip."

"The chip is inside."

As she said that, she pressed a small bulge on the box.

The lid of the box was opened, and Xia Chujian looked inside. There was nothing inside, it was empty.

Xia Chujian: "..."

"Aunt, is the chip lost?"

Xia Yuanfang couldn't help laughing: "No, you can see it if you turn your mecha's eyepiece to microscope mode."

Xia Chujian: "!!!"

"No way? How small must this thing be?!"

Xia Yuanfang said with a little pride: "Don't you know what the ultimate micro-carving is? There is a saying, one flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi, which describes this nano-level carving level."

"There are trillions of nano-crystal tubes on this chip that is invisible to the naked eye."

Xia Chujian: "..."

This number really exceeds her ability to understand.

She didn't ask any more questions, anyway, asking again would be humiliating.

She didn't care, her mentality was surprisingly good.

After all, the greatest wealth of her years of poor academic career was that she would not be told that her grades were bad, just like a cat whose tail was stepped on, jumping and scolding.

For her, poor grades are bad, no big deal...

She is a poor student, is she proud?

Xia Chujian thought about it and saw Xia Yuanfang put the matchbox-like thing into a groove on the top of the seat machine.

Then, Xia Yuanfang walked to the translucent rectangular culture dish closest to her and fiddled with the virtual display screen above the culture dish.

The side of the culture dish opened and a stretcher slid out from it.

There was a person lying on the stretcher, a man.

He was about 1.85 meters tall, not very tall.

The most interesting thing was that he was wearing a layer of shark skin-like clothes, which fit his skin perfectly, like his second skin.

The stretcher slid out of the translucent culture dish and could drive automatically to the seat machine next to Xia Yuanfang.

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