You Are Deep in The Stars

In the cold morning, Han Zhuo closed the kitchen window and continued to make breakfast slowly. Before an apple was peeled, the cell phone rang unconsciously, and the caller ID was Wu Zigang.

“The worst-case scenario,” the other party’s voice was low and hoarse, sounding quite decadent. “I will probably have to scrap at least 80% of the experimental data from the past three years.”

“It’s a pity,” Han Zhuo replied. “But you should know that I have always disagree of any experiments on people with superpowers, whether voluntary or forced, so it was difficult to sympathize with your loss.”

“But I retrieved some information related to Qian Ning,” Wu Zigang continued. “As for why he could be resurrected and the various abnormalities after his resurrection, it was because of an experiment he was conducting privately, codenamed Mummy.”

As dry and stiff as a mummy, but also as mysterious and immortal as a zombie.

Perhaps according to the actual experimental results, it was more appropriate to call it “zombie.”

“Neither the Third Laboratory nor I knew anything about this plan beforehand,” Wu Zigang said. “Now that he had fallen into Shi Tian’s hands, the underground warehouse could replicate countless mummies in a short time.”

“The human government should not be interested in mummies, but Shi Tian could also choose to sell them to the government’s opponents to cultivate immortal terrorist troops, such as drug traffickers or illegal armed groups,” Han Zhuo turned off the eggbeater. “This Shi Tian often did this kind of thing, so he should be familiar with it.”

“So?” Wu Zigang asked. “Are you just going to listen to me talk about this matter?”

Han Zhuo smiled and continued his movements. “Then what do you want me to do? Rush into the underground warehouse to save people, kill Qian Ning for you, or blow up all of Shi Tian’s laboratories?”

“I want you to find someone,” Wu Zigang said. “His name is Zhou Yong. He is a retired soldier who left the army in June this year.”

“Good morning,” Bai Xi suddenly appeared at the kitchen door. “Who are you calling?”

Han Zhuo hugged him with one hand and continued to hold the phone with the other. “What about after retirement?”

“After retiring, he was arranged to join the Beidou Research Institute as deputy director of the Political Department. He had just joined the position last month,” Wu Zigang answered.

The Beidou Research Institute looked like an inconspicuous agricultural research institute to the outside world, but only a few people knew it was actually an agency of the human government responsible for communicating with people with supernatural powers. In other words, they should have had a good relationship with Shi Tian.

“Zhou Yong and your character are very similar, so I thought you might be able to become friends,” Wu Zigang continued.

Han Zhuo didn’t take it seriously, holding Bai Xi’s hand and pouring oil into the pot. “So, the purpose of your call was to let me inform the human government of all the illegal behaviors that Shi Tian had committed over the years? Including this time? Maybe selling ‘mummies’ to overseas groups?”

Bai Xi frowned and looked at him. What was going on with the mummy?

Han Zhuo made a gentle “shh” gesture.

“There was no reason for the human government not to know things that both you and I knew,” Han Zhuo continued. “However, they chose to turn a blind eye, so I didn’t think there was any need to bother. After all, in the political world, nothing was 100% right or wrong. As long as the advantages outweighed the disadvantages, everything could be discussed.”

“Qian Ning was indeed a scientific madman, and his research results were not limited to a rare number of superpowers,” Wu Zigang said. “They also included human beings—I mean ordinary people.”

Han Zhuo’s movements paused slightly.

As everyone already knew, most of the bloody experiments conducted in the underground warehouse over the years had aimed to turn ordinary people into superpowers, but the actual results were obvious—nothing, otherwise they wouldn’t have gone crazy trying to kidnap Bai Xi.

And now, if Wu Zigang was telling the truth and Qian Ning had already achieved this, then theoretically speaking, everyone walking on the street at the moment might be forced to become soulless, mechanical “mummies” that only killed.

Of course, human governments would not engage in such activities, but there were tens of thousands of illegal groups in the world. They trafficked drugs, robbed, waged wars, sold arms, hated the government, had evil personalities, and committed all kinds of evil.

“I hope you can think about it, Mr. Han.” Wu Zigang sighed, “I have sent all the information to your email.”

Han Zhuo hung up the phone.

“What happened?” Bai Xi asked.

“It was related to Qian Ning.” Han Zhuo clicked on the mailbox, and there were indeed detailed experimental steps in it. Bai Xi stood next to him and watched, eventually asking in surprise, “Are the experimental subjects this time ordinary people?”

“Actually, strictly speaking, this still wasn’t a successful conversion between humans and superpowers,” Han Zhuo said as he closed the computer. “The experiment first killed the brain of the subject, then so-called ‘resurrected’ it. Finally, it turned into a sick machine.”

“So, what’s the use then?” Bai Xi asked, feeling goosebumps.

“It didn’t mean anything to you, but for many people, it was a rare opportunity—well, an opportunity to cause riots.” Han Zhuo clicked on another folder. “As for Zhou Yong, he is—”

“Hey, Uncle Zhou,” Bai Xi said to the screen.

Han Zhuo: “…”

“Do you know him?”

“This is the father of my college classmate,” Bai Xi added, “a female classmate.”

Mr. Han pinched his nose.

“Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t like me; she liked Chunchun,” Bai Xi chuckled. “But it didn’t work out in the end. She is now abroad and has a two-meter-tall fiancé who could beat Chunchun ten times over.”

“Then it seems this Miss Zhou had no discernment if she didn’t like you,” Han Zhuo said with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Next question: do you have a good relationship with this Uncle Zhou?”

“We weren’t familiar with him at all,” Bai Xi said. “One time Zhou Jing had hypoglycemia. I sent her home and chatted with Uncle Zhou for about half an hour. I felt like he was a very… rigid soldier.”

“This girl liked Liu Chunchun; why were you sending her home?” Han Zhuo asked, grabbing his cheek.

“Chunchun is a coward. Ever since he found out that Zhou Jing liked him, he had been running faster than a dog anytime and anywhere!” Bai Xi slapped the sofa and said depressed. “It turned out that when she graduated, Zhou Jing said that her hypoglycemia was just a fake. I blamed myself for being too caring. This sister is 1.85 meters tall. I almost vomited blood carrying her, but it turned out I was offending with both sides.”

Han Zhuo: “Pfft.”

“What’s wrong with Uncle Zhou?” Bai Xi asked again. “Are you looking for him?”

“Things are a bit tricky,” Han Zhuo said. “Now that he is a representative of the government, responsible for communicating with Shi Tian, do you think he would be willing to sit down and have a calm chat with me about changing a partner?”

Bai Xi shook his head honestly, not knowing.

“Think of a reason,” Han Zhuo said as he poked Bai Xi’s face. “Let’s use your identity to pay an ordinary visit to the upright Mr. Zhou.”

“This is easy to handle!” Bai Xi said, taking out his mobile phone and sending a WeChat message to his female classmate from college.

Mr. Han hugged him from behind and rested his chin on his shoulder.

Zhou Jing was obviously a bit surprised when she suddenly received a text message from Bai Xi, but she still replied with a string of smiling faces and asked what was going on.

“I won’t beat around the bush with you,” Bai Xi said as he made a voice call. “I heard that after uncle retired, he entered an agricultural product research institute?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Zhou Jing asked.

“Can you arrange a dinner date with for us?” Bai Xi continued. “I happened to have a question in this area and would like to ask for his advice.”

“Are you interested in that crappy institution? My mother still complained about it every day,” Zhou Jing said. “Okay, then I’ll ask my dad for you, but don’t give any gifts. If it’s just for consultation, there shouldn’t be any problem.”

After Bai Xi thanked her, he hung up the phone and raised his eyebrows at Mr. Han.

“Done!”