Naruto copy system

Chapter 298 Doomed to Lonely Road

"You are Uncle Xiaoli?"

Fenghua Xiaoxue couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the old man.

Of course, Fenghua Xiaoxue still had some images of the old man in front of her. She remembered that he often came to find her father and played with her, but she never thought that this person was the scientist Conan had been looking for.

"Uncle Xiaoli, how did you become like this?"

Although Fenghua Xiaoxue recognized the old man in front of her through some facial features and guesses, she couldn't fully confirm the old man's twilight breath and the scars on his body.

"Hehe, I really didn't expect you, Xiaoxue, to grow up so big."

"Uncle Xiaoli!"

Fenghua Xiaoxue couldn't help but threw herself into the old man's arms and began to cry.

"Hehe." The old man smiled softly and patted Fenghua Xiaoxue's back lightly.

"It's so big that it's still such a crybaby."

"Woooo—how did you become like this?"

A few days later, in a quiet room, Conan helplessly shook his head at Fenghua Xiaoxue.

"Although his actual age is only in his 50s, his body has aged to over 80 years old. This situation is no longer a disease, and I can do nothing about it."

Soon Fenghua Xiaoxue couldn't help crying again.

"Hehe, what are you crying for? People have this day, don't they?"

Looking out of the window at the scene where the earth turned back to snow due to lack of energy, the old man sighed softly.

"It stands to reason that if I can be rescued and see my own research results, and see Xiaoxue grow up, I should have nothing else to ask for, but I'm still a little unwilling."

Listening to the sound of the cold wind whistling outside the window, the old man silently closed his eyes.

"Although my geothermal generator was only half completed at the beginning, I actually already had a follow-up idea. I have also come up with a rough completion plan during these years of detention, and I have also designed many new ones. thing."

"Unfortunately. I'm afraid I don't have the time to wait for them to be completed."

Just as the old man sighed helplessly, a voice rang out in the room.

"OK!"

"Huh?" The old man looked at Conan suspiciously.

Conan looked at the old man firmly and said, "Yes, please tell me all the plans."

Soon, under Conan's command, countless manpower and material resources were brought to Snow Country, and the construction process started at full speed.

Looking at the ongoing projects in the distance, the old man's eyes shone with excitement.

"Maybe. Really."

Conan shook his head: "It's not maybe, it's definitely."

In the days that followed, Conan and the old man seemed to have become a pair of year-end friends, just because they had common ideals and similar abilities.

He also has the idea of ​​changing the world with ninjutsu and technology, and also has enough imagination and creativity.

The old man kept conveying his various ideas to Conan, and Conan kept putting forward ideas and discussing with the old man. Every day when he wakes up, he devotes himself to research and general theory together. It can be said that this is when Conan came to this place. The world feels most fulfilled for a while.

Conan constantly puts forward all kinds of incredible ideas based on the knowledge of his previous life, but the old man is a true scientific genius, and he can always come up with sharp ideas in various incredible places.

"Hahaha, your idea is really amazing. You can actually use the tidal energy driven by the moon. If you think about it carefully, it is really possible. Speaking of which, I also thought about making a machine that can control the weather at will. Now the geothermal heat is happening. The device is actually only part of it.”

"Hehe, I'm actually just thinking about it. Don't I have to rely on your senior's opinion on what to do?"

The old man shook his head: "The most important thing for scientific research is innovation. Without good ideas, there will be no results."

Speaking of which, the old man began to think seriously: "The idea you said"

Just as the old man was saying something, suddenly the old man's expression changed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his consciousness even became blurred.

"Senior? Wake up!"

After a night of rescue, Conan barely rescued the old man.

"It seems that you can no longer use your brainpower. If this continues, you may not be able to persist until the day when the project is completed." Conan said helplessly.

"No!" The old man responded firmly to Conan.

"You know. Conan, I have never lived meaningfully like this for a moment. Although I may not be able to see the world we conceived, I can already imagine a part of it. This is far more important to me than living. It is much more meaningful, I want to impart more knowledge to you, and work with you to improve our world, continue!"

"But your body."

"I know you have a potion to temporarily overcome this problem, right!"

"But that." Looking at the old man's firm eyes, Conan nodded silently.

Soon, the old man's face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he could even walk on the ground.

Facing such a scene, Conan was not only not happy, but on the contrary became slightly sad.

A few days later, the project finally reached the final part, and the rosiness on the old man's face gradually turned pale.

"Turn on the device!"

With a loud shout, countless colorful rays of light fluctuated.

Checking the comparison between the energy output rate and the energy absorption rate, Conan nodded to the old man: "Successful, this machine can continue to operate."

"Did it succeed?" The old man lowered his head and wept silently, thinking of how he had struggled for half his life and finally saw its completion, thinking of the suffering he had suffered in these years, thinking of the boy who set his ideal of changing his country when he was young , thought of a lot.

After a long time, the old man breathed a sigh of relief softly, wiped away his tears, as if letting go of something, and smiled softly.

"Conan. Everything in the future depends on you. I have given you everything I have. Whether it is knowledge or dreams"

"Yeah!" Conan nodded silently.

"Conan, we must create the world we imagined."

"Yeah!" Conan continued to nod his head silently, tears streaming down his face before he knew it.

Suddenly Conan felt a great sadness, whether he was mourning the death of a respectable scientist, or the departure of a friend who had forgotten his age, Conan himself didn't know.

After being silent for a long time, Conan looked at the land of snow that turned into spring again and murmured silently: "It seems that I am alone again on this road."

(End of this chapter)