"I disappeared for a second? Here?!"

The figure on the chair hurriedly, and his eyes instinctively swept around, but the black and white world that suddenly appeared seemed to have never happened before. In the whisper, Wang Ruhu told the professor in front of him what had just happened that the other party had knowledge and knowledge more than himself, and he might have some understanding.

Unfortunately, after hearing this, Hales just frowned, looked at the chair, and looked at Wang Ruhu. He probably couldn't figure out what was going on, only a little guess.

"It may be that there are two different spatial dimensions, which should be related to the mutated demon star on your arm, come here."

The old man thought for a moment, waved his hand to let Wang Ruhu follow him, walked to lift the instrument, asked him to put his hand under the microscope, "put his hand on."

Wang Ruhu didn't hesitate and reached out to see Harles adjusting his eyes at the lens bit by bit. After a while, a printer next to him squeaked and slowly spit out a piece of colored printing paper, full of dense hexagonal lenses.

"Sure enough, it's similar to what I thought. The conventional red stone demon star is snowflake-shaped, and appears in a solid aggregate, like a crystal ruby, but this one appears in a liquid state, and there must be mutation. You said just now that the other party took it out first, so it's very likely that someone has conducted an alienation experiment on the red stone."

Holding the printed paper, the old man said, as if he was in thought and silent. Wang Ruhu looked at it and could only look at it, "Professor, is there any way to get this thing?"

"The demon star is already in trouble. I have never heard of this kind of mutation." Haarles shook his head, put the paper on the table temporarily, then picked up his glasses and put them on again, and continued to work on his own research. "Okay, you're awake too. As long as you don't take off the things on your arms, it will not have much impact on your life. As for you suddenly..."

"Aren't you curious? Don't scientists like these fields that you've never encountered before?"

On the other side, the professor pulled over the chair and sat down. While calculating the formula, he laughed out loud. He wrote a number and a symbol on the tip of the pen. He took a sip of coffee.

"Scientists are very smart, just don't care. Moreover, I want to devote all my energy to my self-developed consciousness storage server, hoping you can understand. Of course, if you suddenly disappear and go to another space and make breakthroughs, you can share with me that I am willing to be a qualified listener."

This old man had come into contact with Hongshi, which seemed unusual. As for why he was so hiding, Wang Ruhu didn't plan to delve into it. He still had a lot of things to do, and instantly he became more confused and didn't care about other people's idle business.

I took the paper and looked at it, but I still had no idea. I suddenly remembered the note that I had drawn the brain wave frequency for Professor Harles some time ago.

He hurriedly asked about the back of his back who was calculating in front of him. Haarles focused on the draft paper in front of him, and casually pulled open a drawer next to him and patted a folded note on the desktop.

"No need to read it, you can't understand it."

The note was unfolded, except for the original printed part, the blank space below, and the dense calculation formulas were reflected in the bottom of his eyes. Wang Ruhu quickly folded it back and put it back.

"Professor, what's the weird thing about the frequency above? Can I... still recover?"

“No hope.”

The pen that was writing and painting was put aside. Haarles moved his shoulders, took the paper in his hand, and pointed to the slightly concave and convex place in the middle of the large sections of brain wave frequency. "Actually, your brain wave frequency is normal, but there is a strange force in the middle, like a 'lock' locking' your memory. It's not because you said that your head was hit hard. If you want to recover, you may have to rely on yourself to explore it. At least for me, this is true. After all, scientists are not gods and cannot do anything."

The old man smiled: "Of course, it would be the best if I could give up my past memory. This is my advice to you."

Wang Ruhu stood there, looking at the paper silently. When he heard "no hope", he was already in silence. He walked to the chair next to him and sat down, took a breath, and scratched his shallow hair hard.

From Morosia to escape from prison and to the United States, it was just to restore memory. After going through twists and turns, there was no hope...

"Child, you need to try it on your own."

As if you know Wang Ruhu's heart loss, Professor Hales poured him a clear water and patted his thick shoulders, "Don't be discouraged, you Chinese people have never been tenacious. You will never give up any hope until you are truly desperate. At least there are no exceptions among the Chinese people I have met. Whether it is the science field or other fields, they are very powerful."

"It's not that I'm giving up, I'm just a little disappointed."

After taking the glass of water and taking a sip, Wang Ruhu smiled at the old man and signaled that he would be fine. After chatting for a while, thinking of the other party's identity, he asked quickly: "By the way, professor, do you have a way to wake a person who has been hit hard in the head to wake up from a coma?"

"That's how much trauma can be seen. Of course, I can't do anything like you. By the way, I still have to collect money."

The matter between Sister Lan is actually still stuck in Wang Ruhu. If this professor can help, it would be the best.

After briefly talking about his injuries, Wang Ruhu took back the suit from the corner, and his shoulders were broken for several places. Fortunately, he had dried cleaning and tidyed up. After packing up, he found a glove to cover his right hand, and said goodbye to the old man and returned to Chinatown first.

But the noise caused last night was now everywhere in Chicago. A police car rushed past the road for a while. There were more police officers patrolling and working at the intersection than usual. They took advantage of the sunset and darkness to go back to Chinatown along the familiar path.

The sound of "stepping" footsteps sounded in the long street.

When he came to the clinic on the street, he opened the hospital gate and went in. On the bench in the corridor, Harold was sleeping soundly with his head covered with a casual suit and leaning against the wall.

Hearing the footsteps, he suddenly woke up, saw the figure coming, and exhaled, "Oh, my grandpa Tiger, you are finally back. Do you know what Chicago looks like now, and you thought you were caught by them."

As he said that, he threw a square thing over.

Wang Ruhu reached out to take it, and it was the hard drive left on the roof of Spencer Building. After checking it, there was no damage. Then he put it in the suit bag with confidence. He walked to the small window in front of the ward and looked inside. The woman inside was still lying quietly on the hospital bed, and the nurse was helping to take care of her.

"Are you okay?" the man retracted his gaze and looked at the Jews beside him, who shrugged his shoulders, "Just now, my poor heart has been hit hard."

"It seems you're fine."

Wang Ruhu patted his shoulder, suddenly laughed, and pursed his lips: "Harold, thank you."

"I really want to thank me. Come back to Morosia with me. When you go back to Tagong Prison, you will continue to punch for me." The Jewish man hammered Wang Ruhu's chest, spread his hands with a smile, sat back on the bench, picked up a silver code box from the side, and took a few shots on it, "But I don't care. The money is already there, and the one who is still renting a house is enough for Professor Hales to restore your memory, and there is still some leftovers, so that I, the great and kind Jewish businessman, have some start-up capital!"

"That's exactly what I'm going to say next."

Walking to sit down, Wang Ruhu reached out and hooked his neck and pulled it over. In the lights of the hospital corridor, he told the Jew calmly about his experience on the helicopter and his rescued by Professor Hales.

"......Harold, thank you for your help. I don't need this money anymore. Your passport has not been long. It's time to go back to Morosia and go back there to regain your glory. The money for renting houses. I want to give some to Professor Harles and ask him to help cure Sister Lan, and then...and, I want to walk around."

While speaking, Wang Ruhu looked into Harold's sight. In the corridor ahead, the lights suddenly turned black one by one, and the white wall paint on the wall cracked and fell off inch by inch, becoming extremely old.

"Damn... it's here again."

...........

"What's coming again?"

Harold, who was sitting opposite, looked back and saw nothing. He was complaining. When he turned back, Wang Ruhu, who was still in front of him, was gone.
Chapter completed!