Super Dimension Technology Era

After a sleepless night, Simbek finally made a decision, a difficult decision.

In the southeastern part of Berlin, inside a cafe on Karl Marx Street.

Simbeck waited with a tired look on his face. He was waiting for Eric Fan, another author of the paper, to arrive. The waiter had just put a cup of black coffee and a cup of milk tea on the table.

Walking in at the door of the coffee shop, a tall, thin young man wearing a gray windbreaker had a pair of slightly emerald eyes under his light blond hair.

"Good morning, Sim."

"Eric, good morning." Simbek said a little embarrassedly: "I have something to talk to you about."

Eric Fan from the milk tea shop took a sip and glanced at the haggard Simback: "Are you too excited? Didn't sleep all night?"

"..." Simbeck hesitated again and again, but finally spoke his mind: "I...I decided to give up working in Marcus's laboratory."

cough! Eric Fan quickly put down the milk tea cup and asked in disbelief: "What? You decided to give up working in Marcus's laboratory?"

Licking his dry lips, Simbek nodded sadly.

"Why?" Eric Fan said, shaking his head.

"Because of this..." Simbek slid a note across the table.

Eric Fan looked at the contents of the note, his face became uncertain, and his eyes were full of struggle. It was obvious that he could not let go of that honor.

Marcus Laboratory promised that if only two people agreed to go, they would work hard to win the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

"Sim, this is just your father's guess. I don't think Marcus Labs will do such a thing."

"Eric, wake up! The entire genome of Pyrosporum oryzae can be determined using our laboratory equipment. I believe my father."

"But there are so many biological laboratories in the world, why do you think it was the Marcus laboratory that created this super fungus?"

Listening to the increasingly excited voice, Simbek knew that the other party was already defending the devil. He said with a slightly sad expression:

"Eric, you should know who is the controller behind Marcus Laboratory. Even if Marcus Laboratory does not have this tendency, it does not mean that the people behind them do not."

"It's so ridiculous. Just because of a conspiracy theory, you are willing to give up three years of hard work. If you don't want to, forget it."

After Eric Fan finished speaking, he pulled up his chair and left.

"Eh..." He stretched out his hand, but in the end Simbek hung it down feebly. Looking at Eric Fan's retreating back, he could only hope that he was overthinking all this.

After paying the bill, he walked aimlessly on the street and came to the statue of Karl Marx unknowingly.

Suddenly a faint scent of tulips came from one side, and then he noticed a girl appearing next to him.

"Why not go to Marcus's lab?"

What? Simbek's pupils suddenly shrank and his breathing became rapid.

"Who are you?"

The young woman lifted her long hair on her temples, raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said with a smile: "Look at this."

Simbek nervously took the girl's cell phone. At this time, a video call was taking place on the screen. The picture opposite was a gun barrel and a villa in the distance.

At this time, inside the window of the villa, a familiar figure was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"Asshole, what do you want to do?" Simbek roared angrily, attracting the attention of passers-by around him.

But the young girl smiled calmly and said: "Mr. Baker, now I sincerely invite you to work in Marcus Laboratory. Of course, you can choose to refuse."

Being stared at by the girl's unspoken eyes, Simbek's whole body felt as if the cold Arctic wind had been poured into his body.

Clenching his fists tightly, he wanted to strangle the other person to death, but when he thought of his father at gunpoint, Simbek had to hold back.

The girl looked at her watch and whispered as calmly as a devil: "You still have two minutes."

"It seems that you are indeed doing something shady, you executioners and butchers..." Simbek became a little hysterical.

"You still have 54 seconds."

As the time approached, Simbek struggled painfully, smashed his cell phone on the ground with gritted teeth, and said dejectedly: "You won."

"Wise choice, welcome to join, Mr. Baker." The girl narrowed her eyes and smiled.

But Simbek said nothing.

The young girl whispered in his ear: "Mr. Baker, one last reminder, don't be smart. This is your ticket to Houston, Texas tomorrow. We will see you tomorrow."

Holding the ticket in his hand, Simbek turned and left without saying a word.

When he reached the intersection, the listless Simbek suddenly collided with a passerby. He almost fell to the ground, but a strong hand held him up.

The man bent down to pick up the ticket and said with a smile: "Sir, there are always countless crossroads in life. You have to believe in your heart."

"Uh... I'm very sorry." Simbek took the ticket in a daze. He didn't see the other person's face clearly, and the person gradually moved away.

Putting the ticket in his trouser pocket, he hailed a taxi and left Karl Marx Street.

When he returned home, he didn't know how to explain this to his father, so he could only hide in the room depressedly.

I was about to take out the ticket from my trouser pocket, but I found an extra card in my trouser pocket.

Where did it come from? There is only one line of German on the card [attached to the lamp]. What does it mean? Is it a trick of that woman?

After looking at the direction of the curtains, he put the card against the desk lamp. After turning on the desk lamp, lines of text appeared on the bedside table.

[Meet at New Saints Church at 5:20 pm, RLLM]

RLLM? What did you mean? The New Saints Church was two streets away from his house. He really wanted to know what that woman and the forces behind her wanted to do.

Suddenly his hand got hot, and the card attached to the desk lamp fell on the bedside table, and then the card turned into a pile of powder.

…

After lunch, more than three hours later, it was finally around five o'clock. He put on his coat and walked to the New Saints Church two streets away.

The people who were spying on him also followed him like a shadow.

He walked into the church hall, where only a priest was praying.

"Child, why are you in pain and confusion?" the priest asked, holding a Bible.

"there is nothing?"

The priest was still enlightening him, but he couldn't listen to a word. The clock on the wall on the side of the church was approaching 5:20 as time passed.

Suddenly his phone vibrated.

A text message popped up on the phone: [Go to the third bathroom in ten minutes]

The text message only existed for less than 5 seconds, and was replaced by a weather forecast reminder the next second.

At 5:30, he walked into the third men's room impatiently.

As soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened.

After a sound of water, Simbek straightened his clothes and left the bathroom.

Seeing Simbek return home consciously, the two people responsible for surveillance did not pay too much attention. Maybe the other party went to the church to confess. Anyway, as long as the person did not run away, they were too lazy to care.

In the dead of night in Berlin, a car stopped for a few minutes from the New Saints Church, then detoured around Treptow Park Street, heading southeast away from Berlin.

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