Mecha Star Wars

John Woo was somewhat skeptical about the test results.

Just because Lin Fan could hear sounds that he couldn't hear back then, it was impossible for his hearing to be normal.

But doubts are doubts. Scientific things still have to rely on data, not just inferences. If John Woo can't produce data, then the suspicion will only remain at the level of suspicion.

Although the tubes for drawing blood were small, there were more than a dozen of them every morning. Over the past few days, Lin Fan's complexion became visibly pale, and no matter how much blood-replenishing food he ate, he could not make up for it.

Both John Woo and the Medical Department found that this was not possible. While reducing the amount of blood drawn, they also considered cutting out some non-essential tests.

After all, nearly eighty or ninety milliliters of blood had to be drawn every day, which was equivalent to a visit to the aunt. Even a blood cow could not withstand such a draw, not to mention that Lin Fan was still a weak patient who was prone to fatigue.

Lin Fan was also very tolerant and cooperated obediently in doing the same check-ups every day. Even though everyone else could see that she was extremely unwell, she still remained silent and said nothing except that she was tired. It seemed that John Woo and others couldn't bear it.

But it can't be tolerated. Until Lin Fan's mecha has a specific result, physical examination is the most routine and effective data observation method, and no one can stop it.

So everyone worked hard to speed up the progress, hoping to find useful information as soon as possible so that Lin Fan would not have to undergo a physical examination that could not find any problems at all.

John Woo spent every afternoon hanging out with the portraitist, trying his best to make the portraitist understand what he meant.

As I said before, the portrait artists are all about painting portraits, and they don’t have much idea about mechas. I was totally confused when I heard John Woo’s description.

But after John Woo’s science popularization, efforts to check various information, reference and comparison, I can slowly understand what he said. This is also good news.

John Woo would eat three meals with Lin Fan and take her for a walk in the evening. Otherwise, Lin Fan would be either undergoing physical examination or sleeping in his room every day. Thinking about this kind of life would be very depressing.

She cannot be made to feel that she is just a research object without dignity. This is Jin Sichen's special instructions to John Woo.

In order to make a detailed treatment plan, Jin Sichen studied Lin Fan's information in detail.

He found that some of the descriptions in the information were quite different from his own. However, given Lin Fan's current schedule, if he went to talk therapy at night, it would be too urgent and could easily cause counter-effects.

So he specifically told John Woo to relax with Lin Fan, and he would not show up to put more pressure on him. Therefore, the general direction of the treatment plan is completed, but some details have not been filled in. Jin Sichen has also been observing.

Zong Cheng and Xue Ping did not find any useful information, which was also expected.

Wang Fengfeng found out some relevant news. After screening, it was either false news or science fiction works of art, and there was zero truly valuable news.

A group of people are in trouble.

Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, the portrait artist successfully drew the mecha picture in John Woo's impression. Only then did everyone officially see what the mecha looked like. It was completely different from the mechas in the film and television works they had seen before.

Wang Fengfeng made computer special effects based on the pictures. The color and texture of the computer pictures are more three-dimensional, and they almost overlap with the mecha in John Woo's memory.

Lin Fan also saw the renderings. She didn't feel familiar at all, but she had to say that against the dark background, a beam of white shot through the middle, showing a bright white outline of the mecha. There were also clear spots in several places. The details are really shocking.

Not even half a day passed before everyone's enthusiasm for the new development was extinguished by the news that Lin Fan fainted after taking blood the next morning.

The director decided to stop the physical examination and prioritize Lin Fan's health.

The investigation once again stalled, although it never seemed to move forward - except for John Woo's memory photos, there were no other useful clues.

This can't be blamed on the Special Laboratories, after all, their research direction has always been on human body superpowers, and mechas... are really beyond their scope for them.

Director Zhu Cunjun stayed in the office all afternoon, smoked half a cigarette, and finally decided to ask other units for help.

After so many days, I have done everything I can do, but I still have no clue. Continuously delaying progress is not the result he wants to see. Since you are not good at it, just leave it to someone who is good at it.

He wrote an email, briefly explaining what happened and the situation of someone transforming into a mecha. Attached is the unclear video, plus clear screenshots and computer simulations.

Finally, it was stated that the Special Investigation Institute was unable to conduct in-depth research due to technical mismatch, and requested the superior department to assign relevant technical units to assist in the research.

Long after the email was sent, Zhu Cunjun silently lit up a cigarette.

The firelight flickered brightly and dimly in the dim office. The smoker didn't know what he was thinking and kept still for a long time. It wasn't until long after the cigarette had burned out that he was firmly pushed into the ashtray.

There were footsteps, followed by the sound of the ventilator starting to work. The door opened and closed, and the office returned to silence.

Lin Fan spent a few days doing nothing because of fainting, and John Woo would not even take her for a walk at night. All three meals were delivered to her beach hut and only had to be fed into her mouth.

Lin Fan was indeed a little weak. He lay in bed for several days and had countless nightmares, and his complexion became worse and worse.

On the morning of the fourth day, Lin Fan finally didn't want to lie in bed anymore. It's easy to think too much while lying in bed, which is a burden to her. Now that my body has recovered a bit, I might as well go outside and watch the ebb and flow of the artificial coast.

It was also the morning of the fourth day when Zhu Cunjun received an email reply from his superior.

It said that according to the situation he described, the information would be sent to the 800 Aerospace Technology Research Institute, which studies related technologies. The other party confirmed that it was their research scope, expressed interest and agreed to take over the research. Someone from the 800 Research Institute will contact Zhu Cunjun later and ask him to pay attention.

The following is the relevant introduction of 800 Research Institute. Just as Director Zhu finished reading it, the landline phone rang.

"Hello, is this the office of the director of the Special Branch?" A clear male voice came from the phone, sounding a little older.

"Yes, I am Zhu Cunjun, director of the Special Affairs Office. Who are you?"

The external communications of confidential units like the Special Affairs Bureau are specially encrypted, and anyone who can call is not an ordinary person. Based on the content of the email just now, Director Zhu judged that the call should be from 800.

"Xiao Zhu, do you still remember me? I am Xie Bisheng." The old man opposite asked happily.

"Thank you for your work?" An image of a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in Zhu Cunjun's mind.

Xie Bisheng, a former member of the 888 Research Institute, is a chief engineer who studies aerospace technology. Although he is thin and small, he always has a serious look on his face, and he forgets to eat and sleep when he is engaged in research. The two were relatively familiar with each other when they worked at 888 and understood each other's behavior.

After 888 was reorganized into a special laboratory, the research direction focused on human body superpowers. The original aerospace science and technology research strength was split into other units. Due to various relationships such as confidentiality agreements, colleagues who are not in the same unit have lost contact.

Decades later, Xie Bisheng suddenly received news from his former colleague and was extremely happy. In his impression, Zhu Cunjun was still a reckless young man, but he suddenly became the leader of a unit.

"It's me, Xiao Zhu. You are now the director, congratulations." Xie Bisheng is really happy for Zhu Cunjun.

"It's all thanks to everyone's praise. My ability is far from enough." The director said politely and then asked, "Thank you for your work. I haven't seen you for so many years. How is your health?"

"Okay, you're fine." Xie Bisheng was originally a serious person, but when he met a colleague he hadn't seen for many years, he couldn't help but be happy, "What about you? How are you feeling?"

"It's okay." Xie Bisheng must be over seventy this year. He sounds quite strong, and the director couldn't help but be happy.

"Xiao Zhu, I have something to do with you today. I saw the email you sent. It said there is a girl who can transform into a mecha." After the greetings, Xie Bisheng started to talk about business.

"That's what happened. One of my special agents saw her transformed appearance at close range. After hypnosis, she confirmed that the situation was true and also drew a picture of the scene. However, after further research, there is really nothing we can do. You also know, My research is not compatible with technology. After a week, there is nothing more than what I have sent out. I can only ask my superiors for help, but I didn’t expect you to take over."

"Hahaha, it's fate. You know I originally studied aerospace technology." Xie Bisheng smiled happily, "I am now the deputy director of 800, responsible for research projects and progress coordination. The director The email was forwarded to me, and I was very happy when I saw it, mecha, isn’t this the content of our recent research?”

"Our unit has been studying this project for some time, but there has been no significant progress. This girl's mecha transformation may provide us with a new idea and direction. Leave it to me and you can rest assured."

"Of course I'm relieved to leave it to you." Zhu Cunjun said with a smile.

Xie Bisheng’s scientific research attitude is very serious and he is also very upright. Unlike some scientific research lunatics, who are desperate for results, even morally corrupt. It would be best if Lin Fan could be left in his hands.

But what should be said needs to be made clear in advance. Zhu Cunjun said with some worry: "This girl has depression, which is quite serious. Her condition is different from ordinary people, so I might ask you to pay more attention to it."

"Oh, there's still this matter?" Xie Bisheng pondered, "How about you send the girl's information and the things you need to pay attention to, and we'll study it first, so we don't get in a hurry when the time comes."

"Okay, I will compile a copy and send it to you later. Where should I send it?" Zhu Cunjun picked up a pen and prepared to write down his contact information.

"Where to send it? You can ask our director. I have to go and do some work first. Xiao Zhu, I won't tell you for now. Director, here it is!" Xie Bisheng suddenly gave the phone to the person next to him. .

Zhu Cunjun was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that there was someone else next to Xie Bisheng. He thought that Xie Bisheng was responsible for this matter. The heart that had been put down was raised again.

The director's voice is much stronger than that of the deputy director. But think about it, as the director, it is normal to know this matter. I just hope that the director will not be too difficult to deal with.

"Hello." A cold male voice came from the other side.

"Hello, director, I am Zhu Cunjun, director of the Special Affairs Office." The director greeted politely first.

"Hello." The male voice opposite seemed to be emotionless, "I am Cui Yan, the director of the 800 Aerospace Research Institute."