Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【412 Du's statement】

"Boss", Han Ze's weak voice sounded from the side, he woke up from a coma, his eyes were full of fatigue, "I seem to dream that Miss Song is here."

It's not a dream, Han Ze.

Nangong Mo looked into the distance, and whispered, "Han Ze, after so many days of preparation, it's time to act."

Ji Yu also woke up, looked at the isolated electric fence ahead, and replied: "Boss, this is the only barrier we have."

"I will escape." Nangong Mo's tone was calm, but it was firm and firm, "Trust me."

He had already prophesied that today... is a special day.

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Jack is in chaos. Stealth in chaos is Zhizhi's forte. She used the chaotic footsteps to identify the number and direction of the enemy, but it took less than 10 minutes to sneak into the switch control room. Difficult to distinguish, each marked with a German sign to indicate the direction.

Zhizhi looked at the letters marked on the electric switch under the line from left to right, and after a few minutes of groping for the switch knife with the words "Secret Room" on it, he pulled it down.

When she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to go back to save others, she saw a dark crowd standing behind her, the leader of which was an old man in his 60s whose face had been vicissitudes and his hair was completely white.

He was dressed formally and behaved elegantly. He bowed slightly to Zhizhi, nodded, and said politely: "Miss Song, the young master welcomes you."

Zhizhi reached for the gun in his arms with both hands.

When she moved, the guns were raised, and the coded infrared rays pointed at her face.

"Miss Song, the lines are densely packed here, so it's unavoidably dangerous. We don't know how to shoot. I'm very sorry to invite you in this way." The man spoke very easy-going words, "Master Ling is at the young master's place, and the young master sincerely invites us to meet."

Zhizhi stopped, looked at the person in front of him, put away the movement of drawing the gun, stepped forward silently, and stood beside the old man.

The man smiled, "I am the young master's housekeeper, my name is Du, Miss Song please."

The butler... Zhizhi looked him up and down, Asian appearance, western etiquette, orthodox butler attire, she asked indifferently: "You want to take me to see my son?"

"Yes." Du waved his hand, and all the people behind him put down their guns and retreated to the sides, "The onset of the three-day virus is approaching. I think Miss Song will not make a move if the mother and child get together. In order to show the sincerity of our young master, here I will take Miss Song to the young master's room alone."

He didn't have any threatening meaning in every word, but every word was reasonable. It sounded like a very sincere persuasion, but it was actually a way for innocent people to let go of their guard.

Knowing that he is not a good man and a believer, he took out a gun and pointed it at his head and said with a smile: "I don't like people who only say nice things. If they are sincere, how about going to your young master's room like this?"

Du's expression remained unchanged, he nodded, "Miss Song, follow me."

In exchange, I was surprised.

He is really calm, without blinking, without hesitation, if he is not hidden by the old world, then he is really a gentleman in his heart, with a pious attitude.

In this way, he walked all the way to Diderot's room.

During the walk, Jack's family gave way one after another. They were all surprised by this scene, but because Du was leading the way, none of them dared to act rashly.

Arriving at Diderot's room, Du pushed open the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhizhi walked into the room and glanced around. There was nothing unexpected, except that it was the same as the design style of the entire maze, so dazzling that he dare not look directly at Bai.

Diderot was not in the house.

Zhizhi put away the gun and sat down on the chair spontaneously, without any politeness, "Where is the stone?"

"When he is ill, it is best to be with the young master." Du handed over several kinds of drinks, milk, juice, coffee, and red wine. stuff, just wait."

"Killers don't drink things from strangers, let alone the enemy's." Zhizhi pushed away, "It's hard work for you to prepare so much, I'm not interested."

Du didn't force him, he took the drinks to the sink, poured them out, and began to wash the cups, "Master told me to treat Miss Song well, if you have any questions, just let me know."

"Is it okay to ask any questions?" Zhizhi leaned on the chair and raised her eyebrows, "Is it okay to ask people who are involved in Jack's information?"

Du, I haven't seen anyone interesting around me for a long time, so it seems pretty good to keep this woman for my own use, what do you think?

The young master's words echoed in his ears, Du nodded, "Naturally."

"Why did Diderot obsess over these researches that change the laws of human existence, memory chips, memory transplants, clones, all of these, what drove him to persist in doing it for nearly a hundred years, and he still persevered, never gave up, and did not hesitate Go against Nangong, even grab a stone to do an experiment?"

Zhizhi only said one sentence, but in Du's view, it was a very long and complicated question. Those memories that were so long ago that they could be turned into a hazy old-fashioned movie returned to his mind again, and he felt in a trance for a while.

"Nearly a hundred years..." Du whispered, "So it's been so many years."

Bowing his head, he saw Zhizhi staring at him, looking serious and eager to listen to the answer. This expression was the same as that of Miss Jack's family at that time, she was so persistent and resolute, never giving up.

He smiled and began to narrate.

"The young master is from Germany. He has been called a genius since he was a child. He has high attainments in medicine. He studied medicine because he met Master Jack when he followed his mother to visit relatives in the UK when he was six years old. He became a close friend and also met Herbert. Miss Michelle, the younger sister of Master Er.

Miss Michelle was five years old at the time, and she suffered from severe congenital allergic asthma since she was a child, which could not be cured, and her body was weak. Because the source of allergies could not be found out, it seemed that the medicine was not developed enough. Miss Michelle lived in the attic all year round. Staying at home, looking out the window at the people and figures in the outside world, the world of flowers and plants.

Later, when the young master met Miss Michelle, he made a vow to cure Miss Michelle, and began to study medicine with great talent. The legendary leader.