Chapter 845 A Smart Head Doesn't Grow Hair?

There are indeed some problems in Shen Yunbu's mind.

His IQ is too high.

From a very young age, he stayed away from the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of ordinary people.

The world thinks he is ruthless, cruel, and unreasonable, just because he has already seen through those emotions and reasons.

His love and hate are not much similar to ordinary people, but he also has a competitive side. He sneered: "What do you know? When I was fourteen years old, I made myself a white coat with ultrafine particle materials. Not to mention the wind and dust like tonight, even cosmic rays and ordinary flames will not leave any traces on it. The question is what's the point? It's not natural at all, it's boring."

Jing Jiu asked, "Cotton and hemp?"

Shen Yunbu said: "I'm more interested in the kind of silk you mentioned."

Jing Jiu thought to himself that Bai Zao would not be able to ascend to the sky, and you would have nowhere to look for silkworms, so he suggested, "It's most comfortable not to wear clothes."

There is no fabric softer than wind, no garment more comfortable than a vacuum.

Shen Yunbu understood this truth, and explained: "I haven't decided what sexual characteristics to choose, it looks weird without clothes."

His body has been remodeled, from muscles, bones to internal organs, hair, and teeth, everything is the product of the combination of the latest materials, the most cutting-edge technology and the most brilliant Taoism. The genitals are naturally also within the scope of transformation, but he has been hesitating whether he should continue to be a man or a woman.

Whether it's his idea or actual operation, this is an extremely shocking thing. Others would never know how to answer the conversation, but Jing Jiu was very calm, as if he was talking about what to eat for dinner today, and continued to suggest: "It's convenient."

Shen Yunbu said seriously: "Each has its own inconvenience."

Both men and women have their own advantages, their own inconveniences, and their own burdens.

Jing Jiu thought that this was indeed the truth, and said, "Angels in ancient religions have no gender, so they are not ugly."

Shen Yun buried his head and said: "It looks too perverted and inhuman."

Jing Jiu said, "You are a pervert."

Hearing these words, instead of being angry, Shen Yunbu felt very comfortable, even more comfortable than running naked in the spring breeze.

——It’s not because he has a tendency to abuse himself, or because he’s never heard anyone call him a pervert in his life, but because Jing Jiu’s tone of voice is calm when he says he’s a pervert, and his expression is very natural. It’s obviously a narrative sentence without any emotional color.

Who can discuss that shocking issue with him so calmly? Which pervert can talk about perverted things with him?

He looked at Jing Jiu and said seriously, "When I make a decision, I'll be the first to let you know. By the way, do you want to keep Mao?"

Jing Jiu said, "What do you keep the useless things for?"

Shen Yun buried his eyes on his black hair.

Jing Jiu said, "Beautiful."

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There was nothing wrong with the night run, and when Jing Jiu returned to the circular base, the reception was over.

Huaxi's face was reddish, she didn't sweat much, she still looked refreshed, but she smelled faintly of alcohol.

Looking at the expressionless Jing Jiu, she remembered that she had a job, stuck out her tongue, took out the iron pot and started to make tea.

After a whole night without talking, Jing Jiu took a sip of cold tea from his teacup in the early morning of the next day, and walked out of the room.

After walking a few steps, he thought of Jing Li's wife, and realized that he might really be old.

The two officers had been waiting outside the door yesterday and took him to the ground by elevator.

The elevator ran for a long time before arriving at the research institute, which should be seven kilometers underground.

The ancient civilization also transformed this planet, but not as thoroughly as the Stargate base, so it should not be completely hollowed out.

The styles of the research institutes are all similar. The smooth and cold alloy walls ensure the strength and cleanliness of the building, and various ventilation systems and access control can ensure safety. But the energy supply system here is different from other places in the Galaxy Alliance. It uses wireless transmission, which should be the energy transmission technology standard of ancient civilizations.

Jing Jiu's arrival attracted the attention of many staff members in the research institute, whether it was the technical officials wearing general stars or those professors with strange temperaments, they all stood up one after another, or made a military salute, or made a staring salute.

These technical officials and professors are all a little too old, Jing Jiu remembered yesterday's introduction.

The research institute of the 857 Planetary Base, because of the need for absolute secrecy, has considered minimizing personnel transfers from the beginning of the design. Most of the participants have signed a life-long service agreement in advance. After coming here from various star regions, they have never been out.

Genetically optimized human beings can live to be more than two hundred years old, and now several old professors in the institute have even lived on this planet for more than a hundred years. These professors and scholars are very attracted by the treasures of ancient civilizations. Years of research life is not depressing, but it will inevitably produce some side effects, especially those male researchers who are mostly mentally ill, have serious hair loss, and their aesthetic ability and living ability have declined. There are only thirty plaid shirts in the closet.

Jing Jiu has no objection to the last point. There are dozens of identical white clothes in the cave of Shenmo Peak.

He just thinks that the proportion of baldness of these researchers is too high, and they can't save much lighting, why bother.

No matter how busy the scholars of the research institute were, affected by the surrounding atmosphere, they all got up one after another to say hello to the new chief adviser of the military.

Those scholars who are really obsessed with research and wandering outside the world are somewhat conspicuous.

Jing Jiu noticed a professor.

The professor was wearing a plaid shirt that had been washed until faded, and his hair was thin like a willow tree by the lake in Qianlifenglang, very inconspicuous.

He did not drool over the electronic imaging of the gravitational lens, nor did he pat his thigh at the latest results of the neutrino collector. Instead, like most researchers, he nodded at him with a polite but boring smile, and then sat back in his chair, as if reading a document.

No one could notice the strangeness of this professor, even Ran Handong couldn't find it with big data collection and analysis, because he really didn't have any strangeness.

But Jing Jiu discovered the problem of this professor, because of the intuition of a monk, because the plaid shirt, thin hair, and distant eyes are too common, he is like a drop of water in the sea among the people in the research institute, no matter what, he cannot be separated. Of course, the most important problem is that he knows this person.

The 857 Institute recently signed a professor from the Institute of High Energy Physics, whose surname is Long.

The military, which has the strictest censorship, failed to find out. This Professor Long used to teach at Northwestern University, and his surname was Gou at that time.

Calculated by the standard time of this world, he was still in Chaotian Continent last year, when he was the head of the Zhongzhou faction, Tanrenren.

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Of course, Jing Jiu didn't talk to Zhenren Tan, nor did he inquire about the situation of the military officer, Professor Long, and even his eyes stayed on his face for about the same amount of time as other professors' faces, except for a short extra time on the shiny forehead—if he didn't look more, it would be deliberate.

Today's meeting actually has one purpose, which is to teach the new chief adviser of the military.

Eleven experts and scholars with the deepest qualifications and the most profound knowledge in the circular base and even the entire military serve as teachers.

The materials that Shen Yun buried to him were secrets, not knowledge.

The war between humans and the Sea of ​​Dark Things that lasted for more than 100,000 years has a lot of information, involving many aspects of knowledge, and they need to teach Jing Jiu all of them in the shortest possible time. When he visited the circular base and the city yesterday, the officer gave him some preliminary introductions, such as the classification of monsters in the Sea of ​​Dark Matters. But in today's class, the classification of Sea of ​​Dark Things monsters has been subdivided into more than 300 types, and this does not include those subspecies classifications that have not been mentioned due to lack of information.

The weapons and tactics used by humans to destroy monsters are even more varied, and the outlines are all scrolled on the light curtain for half a minute.

As for the historical continuation of this war, the history of the recovery of civilization related to it, and the details before and after the reappearance of the Sea of ​​Dark Things... there is a huge amount of information.

In the eyes of these experts and scholars, even if this chief military adviser may have the wisdom and knowledge, memory ability, and mental strength not weaker than Mr. Shen, it will take at least sixty days to fully grasp these.

The question now is which field of knowledge to start with? Jing Jiu didn't like wasting time on these things, so he listened to the disputes of experts in various fields in the conference room, and said, "Let's come together."