Chapter 270
On the first page of a file, there was a photo of Zheng Fa.
The woman stared at the document, murmuring to herself.
“Twelve years old, parents died in an accident, personality changed drastically.”
“Five years without stepping outside, reclusive.”
“High school grades skyrocketed, ranked first in the city.”
“Started studying hard in middle school, never showing any other special traits.”
“Interpersonal relationships…”
“Financial situation…”
“Preferences…”
“Community committee evaluation…”
Within the pages of the file, Zheng Fa’s past was meticulously detailed.
Besides him, the dossier also contained information on Tang Lingwu and others.
As she looked through these files, the woman furrowed her brow, seemingly unable to comprehend.
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**Chapter 252: You Can Only Pray**
“Director Yang, you’ve been flipping through that for two days now. Is it really that important?”
The young man driving the car noticed her puzzled expression and couldn’t help but ask.
Director Yang set the documents down with a sigh. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“I don’t understand? It’s just a mysterious nursing home, and you had to come personally.” The driver muttered, “You’ve even put your work abroad on hold…”
“Look around you.”
Director Yang pointed out the car window.
In the twilight, the greenery of the mountains appeared almost black.
“Just say, in the capital, have you ever seen anything like this at this time of year?”
“Aren’t the experts saying the climate is unusual this year? Plants blooming early and all… They even added special effects in the livestream, which made it even more…”
“That expert I consulted.” Director Yang scoffed, “Otherwise, who knows what kind of uproar it would cause.”
The young driver gazed at the bizarre scenery outside, his confusion deepening.
“So what’s the deal with this nursing home?”
“Let me put it this way: I’ve consulted some teachers.” Director Yang explained, “Current technology… can’t achieve such effects.”
“Then… what’s the origin of this nursing home?”
“How would I know? A mysterious cult playing tricks, or maybe they’ve obtained some alien technology, trying to be modern-day gods… Who can say?”
“…”
The driver winced at her words, realizing how sensitive this matter was—mainly because it seemed like the nursing home truly had something extraordinary!
“So, Director Yang, what are you planning to do?”
“You think I’ve been doing nothing these past two days?”
“Hmm?”
“The higher-ups have already prepared several contingency plans: they’re aliens, they’re immortals descended to earth, they’re playing tricks…” Director Yang clarified, “I’m here to test the waters.”
“Test the waters? What do you mean?”
The driver was taken aback, unable to help but ask.
Director Yang shot him a glance, remaining silent.
The driver seemed to have realized something, his face filled with surprise.
“If it weren’t for their sensitive identities, and not knowing whether this group is friend or foe, or what their intentions are… they might have come in person.”
Hearing this, the driver pursed his lips, seemingly hesitant to ask more: “No wonder they sent you, Director Yang…”
Director Yang shook her head, sensing it was best not to say too much. She pulled out a few more files and said:
“There are five people in this nursing home, each with their own background, none of them simple characters. But two of them came later; the original core should be these three…” She pointed to the files of Zheng Fa, Tang Lingwu, and the old man Bai.
“Among them, this young girl, aside from being exceptionally beautiful, doesn’t stand out much. Her family has some money, but that’s not significant.”
“What’s strange are the other two.”
“This young Zheng Fa, an orphan, has the worst background among them, and the changes he underwent after his parents’ death were the most drastic. His file is the thinnest, very mysterious…”
“So he’s an alien?”
“…” Director Yang hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. “I suspect this Professor Bai.”
“Hmm?”
“First, he has enough social standing. It would be difficult for Zheng Fa to gather such a group of intellectuals. From an interpersonal perspective, aside from Zheng Fa, everyone here is connected to him. Professor Tian is an old friend of his, and now they’re married. Tang Lingwu has known him for years, and she’s related to him…”
“Second, he learned qigong from someone in his early years…”
“Third, recently, during a livestream, he displayed unusual physical abilities, hinting at a sort of rejuvenation…”
“This person is likely the mastermind behind it all, while Zheng Fa, being an orphan, is probably just a front…”
Upon hearing her analysis, the driver couldn’t help but nod.
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As they spoke, the car arrived at the nursing home’s entrance.
The large gate of the nursing home slowly opened, as if they had known the two were coming.
Director Yang glanced at the driver, who pressed something at his waist and nodded at her.
Both took a deep breath as the car drove into the courtyard.
As they approached the main building of the nursing home, a slightly plump figure emerged. They recognized him—it was Tang Muda.
“This person is no simple character; he has some standing in the academic world abroad and has made the Daoist Association thrive.”
Tang Muda quickly approached, displaying a warm demeanor. “Miss Yang, Mr. Chen, welcome!”
Director Yang and the driver exchanged glances, their alertness heightened. They both felt that the people in this nursing home were indeed quite extraordinary, and more importantly—there seemed to be an air of intimidation.
Seeing their expressions, Tang Muda seemed to understand their thoughts and smiled. “Don’t overthink it; I’m just calling you this way to let you know we know who you are… it’s our style.”
“Style? What style?”
“Knowing is knowing, and being able to say is being able to say.” Tang Muda smiled at them, “We’re being straightforward, no need for theatrics.”
Director Yang was taken aback, her steps faltering.
Clearly, this was not what she had expected.
But she didn’t press further.
The three of them passed through the main building of the nursing home and arrived at the small building where Zheng Fa and the others lived.
“It’s not that we’re deliberately neglecting you; it’s just that aside from me, everyone else is very busy, racing against time,” Tang Muda said apologetically.
Director Yang was momentarily stunned, then asked, “Aren’t you trying to attract us here on purpose?”
“Indeed!” Tang Muda nodded readily, “But our main focus is still research—trying to attract you is also for further study…”
Director Yang and the driver exchanged glances, both feeling even more puzzled.
As they walked a few more steps, they understood why Tang Muda had said that—
In the agricultural lab, Professor Tian was busy observing various crops just harvested, wearing a white lab coat.
However, in the midst of winter, the lush crops in the field caught their attention.
Tang Lingwu was sitting at a computer, her fingers dancing across the keyboard.
If one overlooked the fact that Tang Lingwu was floating cross-legged in mid-air… the scene appeared quite normal.
The old man Bai, the big boss in their minds, was scribbling on paper with a pencil, scratching his graying hair, looking quite troubled.
He didn’t even notice their arrival.
Watching the two wires attached to the old man, both of them couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of their eyes.
As for Zheng Fa…
He had a large monitor in front of him, displaying what seemed to be an e-book.
He held a remote control, flipping through the pages rapidly, his gaze fixed on the screen, seemingly reciting something under his breath.
Indeed, Zheng Fa was the only normal person in this place!
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Zheng Fa had actually known the two were coming; he wasn’t putting on airs, just genuinely busy—he had gathered many books and materials related to coding, computer architecture, and instruction sets, preparing to memorize them all to bring back for Sister Zhang’s reference.
He didn’t quite understand this direction.
On the other hand, perhaps one of those books could spark some inspiration for Sister Zhang?
So he had resolved to waste no time, memorizing as much as he could—thinking of himself as a mobile hard drive.
When the two finally entered the courtyard, Zheng Fa greeted them, “Welcome.”
He led them to the living room on the first floor of the small building, while Tang Muda quietly slipped away.
At that moment, Director Yang was taken aback, realizing that this young man was indeed the one in charge of the nursing home.
She seemed to grasp a bit of Zheng Fa’s character and directly asked, “Mr. Zheng, did you want to see us for something?”
“I know your position, but I’m not very clear on your authority. Now, please tell me, can you handle these two matters?”
Zheng Fa had no intention of playing tricks; he simply handed the two project proposals to her.
“‘Research on Special Electromagnetic Signals during the Twenty-Four Solar Terms?’”
“‘A Circuit Design for Artificial Intelligence?’”
Director Yang raised her head, her expression even more puzzled, but she closed her mouth and looked down at the project proposals.
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