Stop In The Deep Sea

"My surname is Mei, and my name is Mei Yulan. I used to work in a scientific research institute." The old lady said in a deep voice.

When Wang Xin heard this, his pupils immediately dilated, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "Are you... Dr. Nie's mentor?!!!"

Of course he had heard of the name Mei Yulan, and her background could be said to be terrifying.

She devoted her life to research in the field of science. She proposed the conjecture that "there is a gap fit between metal atoms and neurons" and confirmed it. She also made great achievements in the "ductility of elastic mithril" experiment.

Dr. Mei Yulan has won numerous awards. She was rated as one of the most influential figures in modern times more than ten years ago. She has appeared in the "Chinese Heroes Annual" magazine and published countless papers. In the field of science and technology, she is known as one of the most influential figures in modern times. Known as "Mr. Mei".

You must know that the word "sir" has different weights in the history of China. Only those who have made outstanding contributions in a certain field can be called sir.

It can be said that without Mr. Mei, there would be no deep-sea base today. It is not an exaggeration to call it the "mother of elastic mithril".

As early as when she was on land, Xuanji Media, where Wang Xin worked, had sent colleagues from the Ministry of Science and Technology to find her for an exclusive interview, but the appointment was never made, and then nothing happened. It turned out that she was sent to In the deep sea base.

Mr. Mei nodded: "I did take care of Nie Huaijun for a few years, but that kid was really smart. After switching to the field of biogenetics, he achieved today's results with his own efforts."

After receiving the other party's confirmation, Wang Xin couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, Dr. Nie has changed. He is no longer the great and pure scientist he was before."

This was the first time that he told others his innermost thoughts.

Mr. Mei was noncommittal, just smiled, stood up and poured Wang Xin another glass of water: "I know Nie Huaijun very well. Never doubt what he did. Some things are just appearances. If there is any inappropriate behavior, it must be done." It was done out of necessity for the sake of national justice."

Wang Xin suddenly frowned. He leaned against the brick wall and touched the stubble, feeling very confused.

Similar words were said by Fu Ge Yuanchun.

Why do everyone believe in Nie Huaijun's character so much? Could it be that they misunderstood him?

But if this is the case, how to explain the clues discovered before?

Wang Xin was also unwilling to admit that his good brother Nie Yang's father had anything to do with the Palace of Hell, which regarded human life as nothing, but various signs had shown that even if Dr. Nie was not one of theirs, he could never escape the connection.

Seeing that Wang Xin remained silent, Mr. Mei straightened his hairpin and changed the subject: "You must be curious as to why I live with my granddaughter in this dark sewer."

As he said this, Mr. Mei moved his eyes around. The exposed brick walls were covered with mold spots, and water was still dripping from the damp pipes.

Who would have thought that a technological pioneer who was admired by thousands of people would now be reduced to such a situation. I am afraid that only she knows the secret.

However, in Mr. Mei's eyes, there is more of a kind of indifference, a kind of indifference that lives to the fullest.

Wang Xin was in awe of her for her disregard for money, fame, wealth and external possessions.

Mr. Mei turned around and slowly explained:

"This started more than ten years ago, so I'll keep it short. At the beginning of the construction of the deep-sea base, the team I led was invited by the Chinese military to go to the deep-sea base to study the structure of elastic mithril. Of course, during the same period, there were High-level talents in other fields jointly created one to six of the deep-sea bases.

Later, due to some reasons, which you may have heard, the military and police evacuated the seabed, and this place quickly became a battleground for the major capital chaebols.

It was actually okay at first. They invested countless funds in the scientific research team, and academic research naturally advanced by leaps and bounds.

It wasn't until a few months ago that the Bullet Silver Transplantation Surgery was finally successfully developed. At this time, those chaebols finally showed their fangs and used various despicable methods to steal our experimental data and replace all important members of the scientific research institute. . "

Wang Xin actually knew a little bit about this matter. At that time, when he first arrived at the deep-sea base, he bumped into his neighbor, an old scholar, and was bullied by Brother Scar.

He clearly remembered that at that time, the old scholar said that he must go to the scientific research institute, and important experimental data was stolen.

Mr. Mei paused and continued:

“So since then, the Mimicry Alliance has been dismantling our older generation team and hiring some foreigners to directly take over the experiments.

After the "Night Operation" started, they became more unscrupulous and did not dare to touch me directly, but they used my family to threaten me.

I wanted to return directly to land, but they were so bold that they took control of all the manned transport boats.

In desperation, I used all my contacts and resources to take her to escape from the clutches of the Mimic Alliance, and she has been living in this dark slow water room. "Having said this, Mr. Mei gently stroked his little granddaughter's hair, his eyes particularly gentle.

"They really deserve to die." Wang Xin's fists clenched loudly, actually forcing an old man and a little girl to this extent.

Think about it, these scientists are all public figures, and they are powerless. At this time of war, where can they hide?

"But continuing like this is not an option after all, so I would like to ask you to help take care of my little granddaughter. One day, you can return to land and hand her over to the third detachment of Lu'an City."

Wang Xin smiled bitterly. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, it was just that now he was also a mud Buddha crossing the river - he couldn't protect himself.

Not to mention that Xiao Yue was still being tortured, but just above his head, that bastard Huang Chenxu was leading a group of minions throughout the city to hunt for him.

What's more important is that after breaking his arm, his cultivation is still regressing, and he can only reach the early stage of Flame Realm.

Under such circumstances, how could he ensure the safety of the little girl?

Wang Xin asked tentatively: "Mr. Mei, please excuse me, this child's parents..."

"All dead."

The old lady finally couldn't hold it back, her eyes were shining brightly: "My two sons and one daughter were all killed by the Mimicry Alliance."

Wang Xin took a breath, quickly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Mr. Mei waved his hand and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Now I have nothing to worry about except this child, so I implore you to lend a helping hand."

In fact, the old lady was also gambling.

She has been paying attention to this young man for some time. Although this young man has always been at the top of the Mimic League's must-kill list, he has been able to turn danger into safety many times, which is enough to illustrate his tyrannical strength.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xin raised his head, seemed to have made up his mind, and said with different eyes: "Okay! As long as I am still in this world, I will never let your granddaughter suffer any injustice."

As soon as he said this, the responsibility on him became heavier.