The Secret History of Mars

The car turned a corner and drove from the main road to a one-way alley, stopping in front of a courtyard house.

"Mr. Yuan, please get out of the car first. I'll find a parking lot in front." Du Ming got off the car and opened the door for Yuan Yizhou while opening the door.

Yuan Yizhou looked up and saw "Luotang Qingyi Pavilion" melodiously written in regular regular script on the plaque hanging on the door of the courtyard. This should be the shop of Fei Yu, Cui Xingmeng’s favorite cheongsam designer.

Yuan Yizhou casually stepped into the door, and within a few steps he saw Fei Yu coming out of the main room alone.

"Mr. Yuan, you are finally here!" Fei Yu's unusual enthusiasm made Yuan Yizhou a little suspicious that he was the legendary world-weary genius in the design world who was rejected from thousands of miles away. It is said that the entire "Luotang Tsing Yi" except regular The only aunt who came to clean was Fei Yu.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fei, for keeping you waiting for so long," Yuan Yizhou greeted politely, "I'm really worried after Xingmeng's accident. I'm also stopping by today. I'll definitely come and apologize someday."

"Looking at what you said, you are willing to come to my humble home in person, which is already a great blessing."

"Mr. Fei, having said that, I have asked my secretary to transfer the balance to you. Why do you insist on me picking up the dress in person?"

"Mr. Yuan, I have something here that may be of interest to you. I want you to see it in person."

While the two were talking, Fei Yu had already led Yuan Yizhou to the east wing. From the yard, he could see the sculptured columns and the antique wing. When he opened the door and walked in, he saw a high-tech layout that was completely comparable to Yuan Yizhou's appraisal laboratory. A row of UR robot arms along the window are methodically cutting fabrics of various colors. Several 3D printers placed against the wall are carefully carving various models. The computer-controlled sewing system operates accurately and rapidly. Following Fei Yu, Yuan Yizhou came to the inner room, which looked like Fei Yu's personal studio. A large touch-screen workbench displayed various clothing samples and some design drafts.

Fei Yu took out a box from under the workbench, which contained many fabric color swatches. He rummaged for a while, took out a dense bag from the bottom of the box, sealed several pieces of silver cloth, and handed it to Yuan Yizhou.

"Do you recognize this?"

"The fabric of the cheongsam Xing Meng wore on the day she disappeared!" Yuan Yizhou blurted out without thinking. He had already engraved that image in his mind.

"What else?" Fei Yu didn't seem to think that Yuan Yizhou's answer was on point.

"Lin Qinghe also wore clothes made of this material on the day of the auction." Yuan Yizhou answered as he expanded his brain's picture.

"Mr. Yuan, apart from women, you have nothing else on your mind?" Fei Yu showed his rebellious side and said a little impatiently: "You are also a top appraiser in the field of cultural relic appraisal, so you didn't read it. What’s wrong with this fabric?”

With Jian Fei Yu so excited, Yuan Yizhou took the fabric out of the dense bag and began to rub it carefully in his hands.

"It's alive?!" Yuan Yizhou exclaimed.

"I have been a fashion designer for so many years, and I have never seen any materials, but this piece of fabric, or something I don't know what it is, leaves me completely clueless." Seeing Yuan Yizhou's understanding of the matter, Fei Yu thought about it for a long time. The question was clear, "You are an expert in the field of ancient cultural relic identification. Have you ever seen similar materials?"

"It feels without resistance, not because the surface is smooth, but because the fibers will actively deform with the pressure of my fingers!" Yuan Yizhou raised the cloth to his eyes and watched it gently wrap around his fingers like a flowing cloud. tip.

"Do you think this is something that humans can do? Or is it some kind of natural ingredient?" Fei Yu asked.

"It can't be man-made. The various memory materials currently developed by humans will at most be stressed and deformed for a period of time. This fabric seems to contain some kind of intelligence and can predict the size and direction of external forces and respond."

"So it's not natural anymore?" Fei Yu became even more confused.

"Where did you get this fabric, and how could you use it to make a cheongsam for Xingmeng?" Yuan Yizhou suddenly came back to his senses and thought of the main purpose of this visit.

"It was sent by Miemeng Gallery. They said that their gallery recently got a piece of rare fabric. Mr. Ye wants to make a few sets of clothes, and the rest will be given to me."

"Ye Qinghe?!" Yuan Yizhou's temples jumped suddenly.

"That's her. A few sets of clothes don't require so much fabric. I'm obsessed with the feeling of tailoring it, so I recommended it to several of my VIP clients, Miss Cui is one of them." Fei Yu's obsession with clothing has already Deep into the bone marrow.

"How does it feel to cut it?" Yuan Yizhou repeated.

"Yes, try it." Fei Yu handed over a pair of traditional scissors commonly used by tailors. The sharp blade and thick grip make people want to use it to cut things.

Yuan Yizhou took the scissors and cut the fabric in his hand without any damage! The fibers did not avoid the sharp blade of the scissors like they avoided the hands, but remained in their original shape without any deformation, not even scratches.

"What an amazing intensity!" Yuan Yizhou praised, "Are you obsessed with this feeling of being unable to cut?" With a somewhat teasing tone, Yuan Yizhou glanced at Fei Yu.

"Try using this again." Fei Yu didn't care about Yuan Yizhou's tone and handed him a tool like a paper knife. When the "blade" is about one millimeter away from the fabric, the fabric will automatically open in one go.

"This is not a paper knife!" Yuan Yizhou muttered.

"Good eyesight. This knife was delivered with the cloth. It is more accurately said to be a water blade than a blade." Fei Yu explained, motioning Yuan Yizhou to take a closer look at the top of the tool, which glowed with a faint blue light.

"Water blade?!" Yuan Yizhou raised it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully like he was observing a cultural relic. The two ends of this "blade" are connected by a faint line, because the line is so thin that it is difficult to detect without looking carefully. Yuan Yizhou picked up a piece of manuscript paper from the workbench and touched the line. As a result, traces of liquid were left on the paper where it touched the line. Other than that, there was no damage.

"Are you sure this liquid is water?" Yuan Yizhou asked.

"Not sure, I should be sure not. If soaked in ordinary water, the fabric will have no reaction. I just called it a water blade as an analogy." Fei Yu explained sheepishly.

"Can you give me some fabric? I'll take it back to the appraisal room and carefully check some parameters. If it's convenient, you can lend me this water blade knife and check it together."

"No problem, that's why I asked you to come in person." Fei Yu agreed without hesitation.

"By the way, Miemeng Gallery sent you a few pieces of this fabric. Are there other colors besides this?" Yuan Yizhou had a picture of Xing Meng and Ye Qinghe on the same stage in his mind. He was very sure that the colors of their clothes were different. .

"No more, just this silver one." Fei Yu replied very firmly.

After Yuan Yizhou listened, he focused on the material in his hand again. He found that the color of the cloth did change a little where his hand touched it. Not only the color, but also the softness was different from when he took it into his hand. Could it be that this material could change with the human body? Changing traits?

"Mr. Fei, do you still have enough fabric left to make a set of clothes? Can you help me make a set of clothes? Any style." Yuan Yizhou decided to go one step further and try it out for himself.

"That's enough. The last time Mr. Yuan accompanied Miss Cui to customize a dress, I was so envious of your figure. It's a joy in life for such a good clothes rack to wear clothes made by me!" Fei Yu's clothes obsession happened again. "Then you can go to my measurement room to scan the dimensions first."

The measuring room Fei Yu mentioned was in the west wing. Yuan Yizhou followed Fei Yu through the yard. Although he knew that this place should not be judged by its appearance, as soon as he entered the west wing, Yuan Yizhou was amazed by its high-tech layout.

The whole room was not packed with equipment like the east wing. In the middle of the room, there was a platform. Surrounding the platform, there were countless detection arms on the ceiling, walls and ground, flashing red or green lights. .

"Mr. Yuan, let's go put on the tight-fitting scanning clothes first, so that the size will be more accurate." Fei Yu pointed to the dressing room on the right.

After changing clothes, Yuan Yizhou showed off his good figure. His body was self-disciplined and sweating profusely in the gym all year round. Apart from his strong and beautiful muscles, there was no trace of fat. His perfect head-to-body ratio was incomparable with the sculptures of ancient Greek gods. inferior. Fei Yu said that he is a good clothes hanger, which is indeed tacky and accurate. He is a rare handsome man who looks thin when dressed but has flesh when undressed.

After Yuan Yizhou stood on the scanning table, the scanning heads up, down, left, and right began to work. After about half an hour, the scanning was completed, and Yuan Yizhou changed into his own clothes and left the dressing room.

"How could this happen?!" Fei Yu said to himself as he stared at the monitor screen.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Yizhou walked up behind him and looked at the three-dimensional scanned image of his body on the computer. In the upper right corner of the image, four big words were bolded: perfect match!

"What does this mean?" Yuan Yizhou asked puzzledly.

"This is your first time scanning your body size with me, right?" Fei Yu still looked thoughtful, "Why are there customers with the exact same size as you in my database?"

"Exactly the same? What does this mean?" Yuan Yizhou was even more confused and raised his voice, trying to draw Fei Yu into a conversation with him.

"This is impossible. There are not even identical leaves in the world, let alone people with exactly the same body size!" Fei Yu continued to babble to himself, while his hands kept operating the keyboard and mouse, as if searching from the database. What. Before Yuan Yizhou lost his patience, Fei Yu finally looked up at him.

"Mr. Yuan, your size is already in my database. I just thought there was someone with the same figure as you. I just checked the matching size data carefully and it is your name."

"How is that possible? This is the first time I have entered this room to scan the dimensions. Before I came with Xingmeng, I always drank tea in the main room and never stepped into this room." Yuan Yizhou understood Fei Yu's behavior just now. I also find it a bit incredible.

"Have you ever done full-body scanning modeling elsewhere before? Not just when customizing clothes, but on any occasion." Fei Yu asked.

"I don't have much requirements on what to wear. I just wear whatever Xingmeng buys. I have never done a similar scan before coming to you." Yuan Yizhou answered.

"That's strange. Why does Luotang Qingyi Pavilion have such a detailed personal file of yours? This is a local area network and has never been open to the public. I am the only one who knows the password. Could it be..."

"What?" Yuan Yizhou asked.

"Could it be that the previous team customized the batch input data?" Fei Yu started talking to himself and typing on the keyboard again. This time Yuan Yizhou did not disturb him. After a while, Fei Yu exclaimed,

"Found it! How could it be her?!" He pushed the monitor screen in front of Yuan Yizhou, "See for yourself!" In the notes on Yuan Yizhou's file page, a row of small characters suddenly jumped into Yuan Yizhou's eyes:

Mie Meng Gallery Ye Qinghe ordered!