Tingting left, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, began to meditate and practice.

Meanwhile, Kyoto.

The Emperor's Mansion.

The emperor sat on the sofa with a low face, playing with the gun in his hand.

And on the ground in front of him, a middle-aged man was kneeling.

This person is about forty years old and looks very ordinary. He has a long scar on his face, which looks a bit hideous and terrifying.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

The emperor played with the pistol and spoke coldly.

The man kneeling on the ground shivered and said, "Old, boss, give me another chance. Give me three days. I will definitely find out who sneaked into the research base and who found out that he stole the research data. Be sure to find out that the research data is back."

"Scar, I will only give you three days. If you can't find the research materials within three days, come and see them. Remember, whoever has read the research materials will kill."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

The man kneeling on the ground kept nodding.

The emperor cursed: "Get out, things that are not enough to be defeated."

Scar didn't dare to stay and rolled and crawled away.

After he left, an old man came out of another room.

The old man was wearing a Taoist robe, a white-haired man with a whisk in his hand.

He is Murong City.

The emperor gently asked, "What do you think about the stolen research data?"

Murong Cheng sat down and said lightly: "You have always been responsible for these things. I have not contacted them and have no opinions. But you, what do you think? If that person knows this, you can't afford to take care of it."

The emperor looked solemn and said in a low voice: "It's really a weird thing. All the research is seriously ill and the laboratory is full of institutions. Who can have such great ability to steal research data silently."

Murong Cheng asked, "Is there a backup?"

The emperor nodded: "This is true, but the information is leaked and must be recovered as soon as possible."

Murong Cheng asked again: "Is the research so good?"

The emperor said: "It has been very perfect, and the mortality rate has dropped a lot. However, the virus will still invade the brain nervous system and make people crazy. Once you get infected with the virus, you won't live long. At most, you only have three years of life. Three years are too short and you still need to improve continuously."

"Um."

Murong Cheng nodded slightly.

The emperor fell into thought, and after a while, he asked, "Can it be Jiang Chen who is secretly making trouble?"

"Um?"

Murong Cheng was stunned and asked, "Why do you say this?"

The emperor shook his head and said, "I'm also intuition. I always feel that this kid seems to know something. When he was in Kyoto some time ago, he came to ask me about what happened a hundred years ago. He seemed to know what he planned a hundred years ago, so I wondered who told him these."

Murong City did not make any statement.

The emperor continued, "Dubuyun was robbed, and I also suspected Jiang Chen. I have been sending people to stare at him during this period, but his body is getting weaker and weaker. He has been sitting in a wheelchair and is pushed when traveling. It is not like he is messing around. But last time I went to the underground cave to find something, I sent someone to rob him, but I failed. Now the Jiangzhong is under high alert and the mercenaries can no longer get in."

"It shouldn't be him." Murong Cheng said: "My poison is very terrible. He only took two or three months. After a few months, he could only lie in bed and couldn't even stand up."

"I hope it's not." The emperor took a deep breath and said, "But if it weren't for Jiang Chen, I really couldn't think of who was going against me."

Murong Cheng said lightly: "You need to check this, I'll leave first."

He stood up and left.

At the same time, Scar returned to the institute.

After he came back, he began to investigate the stolen information.

After searching for a day, he finally found clues. It was not one person who stole the information, but many people, who had long been involved in the research institute.

However, he did not find out the identities of these people.

Research base, office.

Scar sat on the chair, touching his chin and thinking.

"Master Dao, this is a recent photo."

A subordinate walked in, took out some photos and handed them to Scar.

Scar took the photo.

These photos are the moment when Jiang Chen and Dubuyun come into contact.

"The spy heard news that this morning, Jiang Chen had contacted people in the Tangjia Villa Community. Then this person went to the underground parking lot, and Jiang Chen also followed him. Not long after this person left, Jiang Chen came out."

Scar looked at these photos.

Dubuyun wore a hat and kept lowering his head, but he didn't take a picture of his face.

Scar's fingers tapped on the desktop.

He was in charge of the research institute, and his people also looked at Jiang Chen at all times. They would tell him about Jiang Chen's whereabouts every day, and he would tell the emperor.

"There is nothing unusual."

He murmured softly.

Immediately, he asked, "Is there anything unusual about the woman pushing Jiang Chen?"

Scar said, "I went out in the morning. We were all staring at Jiang Chen, but we didn't follow her. She seemed to have been out for more than three hours. When she came back, she bought vegetables. She should have gone out to buy vegetables."

"Does it take three hours to buy a vegetable?" Scar muttered, and immediately ordered: "From now on, stare at the woman pushing Jiang Chen and grasp her whereabouts."

"Brother Dao, do you still doubt Jiang Chen again?"

"It's not that I suspect it, it's that the boss doubt it, let's go down."

"yes."

...

Today, Jiang Chen has been in the room all the time, and even Tingting brought him upstairs to the table.

Tonight, Tang Chuchu is back.

Her injuries have not yet recovered completely. After being busy in the company for a day, she is also a little tired.

As soon as she got home, she went upstairs and looked at Jiang Chen, who was sitting on the bed, like a wooden carving. While changing her clothes, she asked, "Husband, what are you doing?"

Jiang Chen opened his eyes slightly.

Tang Chuchu took off her professional suit, wore it for only three o'clock, and then changed into a loose set of clothes.

He said lightly: "If I meditate and meditate, as long as I sit still, my body will not feel uncomfortable."

Tang Chuchu changed her clothes and walked over, sat by the bed, holding Jiang Chen's hand, with a hint of heartache on her face, and comforted her: "Honey, it will be fine, I believe you will definitely get better."

Jiang Chen shook his head slightly and said, "I can't get better. I can feel that I only have a few months left to live. Chuchu, I think you should make plans as soon as possible, and don't delay your life because of me, a useless person."

Tang Chuchu said with a stern face: "Husband, what are you talking nonsense? From the moment we saved you ten years ago, our lives have been together. I was wrong before, and I swear, I will never abandon you in the future."

She said, got into bed and sat down.

He pulled Jiang Chen and said, "You lean on my thighs and I'll give you An An's head."

Tang Chuchu remembers Xu Qing said that Jiang Chen often had headaches and needed to massage his head frequently to relieve the pain.

"No, no, I don't have to hurt my head now."

"Husband, do you dislike me? Why don't Xu Qing refuse to press you? I'll refuse to press you. I'll refuse to press you. I'm your wife, the woman who sleeps with you."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen didn't say much.

He didn't want to argue with Tang Chuchu, nor did he want Tang Chuchu to think about it anymore.

He leaned down and leaned against Tang Chuchu's thigh.

Tang Chuchu gently pressed his head.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

There was a knock outside the door.

"Brother Jiang, Sister Chuchu, it's time to eat."

Jiang Chen then got up from Tang Chuchu's thigh and said, "Let's go, go have a meal."

"Um."

Tang Chuchu got up and said, "I will help you."

Jiang Chen did not refuse, and went out with the help of Tang Chuchu.

Outside the door, there was a young and beautiful girl standing. She was wearing casual clothes and wearing an apron. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing her white forehead, smiling on her face, and two shallow dimples.

"Brother Jiang, Sister Chuchu."
To be continued...