Have you ever seen a strange journey where a princess drives a carriage while the prince hides inside?
At this mont, that’s exactly how Aisha felt. Driving through a snowstorm wasn’t a pleasant task for Aisha, let alone driving personally, and what’s more, her "male companion" on the passenger seat didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed, having not initiated a single conversation the entire way.
Before departure, Aisha had ntioned that the person capable of solving Zhou Ziang’s questions was a Senior Researcher from ngshan Company, who was different from other researchers and had a peculiar personality.
His residence was located at a Life Sciences Research Center so two hundred kiloters from Cornell University. The researcher’s na was Professor Kevin.
After driving for roughly two hours, the snowstorm did not let up but seed to be growing even more intense. The sky was gloomy and heavy, with thick layers of snow covering both sides of the road, and the trees emitted creaking sounds under the weight of the heavy snow.
Finally, Aisha’s black Maybach stopped in front of an oval, egg-shaped building.
Unlike the surrounding snow-covered scenery, the giant do-shaped building was covered with ancient vine plants which, despite the Fahrenheit teens, stubbornly grew. They spread into every corner of the research center, leaving only a two-ter high door at the entrance.
Aisha parked the car and was pleased to see Zhou Ziang open the door for her. She quickly took off her coat and draped it over her arm to accentuate her alluring figure since the research center’s entrance was just a short distance away and she wouldn’t be in the cold for long.
But Aisha was mistaken once again; she didn’t receive any warm welco and could only stand awkwardly at the "entrance" of the research center.
The vines seed to be alive, imdiately spreading and growing after she got out of the car, blocking the doorway completely.
"It seems we’re not welco," Zhou Ziang comnted, peering through the layers of vines, seeing a silhouette inside the research center bustling about energetically.
Aisha tugged at the vines with her hands; there was no place in ngshan Company that she couldn’t enter. What was irritating was that in this snowy and icy weather, she couldn’t find an "assistant," or otherwise, Professor Kevin wouldn’t be able to show off in front of her like this.
"Aisha, you can’t break through my Gene #1 vines," from beneath the vines or rather, from inside the research center, a cheerful voice sounded. The voice seed young, very different from the aged tone of Dr. Shangsel.
"Got a lighter?" Zhou Ziang suddenly asked. Aisha gave him a sidelong glance and fished out a platinum lighter from her wallet, not expecting him to be in the mood for a smoke at this ti.
Zhou Ziang didn’t light a cigarette; in fact, he had yet to pick up the modern habit of smoking. He stepped back a few paces, walked around the research center, which turned out to be larger than he had imagined.
"Hey, don’t go too far. There are plenty of deadly things around here, more threatening than the Amazon rainforest," Aisha hurriedly put her coat back on, but Zhou Ziang was no longer anywhere to be seen. Could he have flown away?
Hanging like a bat at the top of the ten-ter-high research center, Zhou Ziang saw that the center was a nearly seamless spherical structure, but its upper end had two holes, one larger and one smaller, looking like vents.
Zhou Ziang had just checked; the base of the vine was not under the snow-covered ground, so he surmised the roots must be at the top of the building. As expected, the growth spot of the vine was in the smaller vent.
With a gentle click of the lighter, the vine shuddered violently, and in an instant, vines that had spread everywhere disappeared.
Warm air continuously flowed out from the larger vent. Vines were afraid of fire; even genetically modified vines could not avoid this innate disadvantage.
The doors of the research center opened, and Professor Kevin with his "broccoli" hairstyle burst out like a tornado, babbling noisily.
After eting white-bearded Dr. Shangsel, Zhou Ziang fully expected to et an old academic of a similar age to Shangsel, but the reality proved his assumption wrong.
Professor Kevin was a strong, young man in his thirties. Behind the wide-open door of the center, the moist and warm plant atmosphere opened up a new world for Zhou Ziang.
Grapevines several ters high were hanging, but with tomatoes colored grapes; orchid trees bearing hanging flowers, pink jasmines, and what shocked Zhou Ziang the most was that his space was like a starving infant searching for the plentiful juice of a wet nurse, with a massive influx of Spiritual Power pouring into his space.
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