Chapter 210 Father and son become brothers for many years
Mingguang Base City is located in the center of Shangcheng District. Although there is no high wall to block it, few people come there.
A large number of soldiers in black, green, and white uniforms patrolled the area, their cold eyes seeming ready to chop off a few pieces of the intruder's flesh at any time.
The three major institutions, the Generating Committee, the Garrison Army, and the Scientific Research Institute, divide the central area into three sectors.
The building is a standard classical building complex, with pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings.
The garrison is mainly dark green and light blue, with regular buildings and a large area of blank space for training.
Scientific research institutes are mostly made of silver-white metal, and the shapes of the buildings are either weird and twisted, or the sky is round and the sky is flat, full of futuristic technology.
Well, these are not important. Behind the three major institutions, there is a particularly special place.
It was a quiet woodland, a winding road leading into a dense pine forest.
Every half step away, there is a tricolor soldier standing on the roadside.
Although the pine forest is quiet and quiet, there is not even a trace of insects or birds, but the hissing of the radio and a few whispers can be heard vaguely, and it is obvious that there are many secret whistles hidden in it.
At the end of the path deep in the pine forest is a very grand courtyard with a high gate, red walls and green tiles, covering an area of perhaps tens of thousands of square meters.
The courtyard is even more luxurious, with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, magical trees, rockery waterfalls, and even a pond with rippling blue waves, with fish jumping along the railings.
In the living room of a single-family villa, Sikong lazily sat on the sofa.
Outside the living room, rows of sculpture-like evolutionaries stood, fully armed, both male and female, looking at each other and communicating silently.
There were many white coats standing around him. They were top doctors sent by the scientific research institute.
They carefully tested Sikong over and over again. The various printed charts were half a foot high, and the various instruments almost filled half of the living room.
"How is it?" a thin middle-aged man asked eagerly.
His stature was not tall, and his face was not unusual, but the light in his eyes was like an eagle overlooking the earth, full of the majesty of a superior.
The doctors looked at each other with hesitant expressions. Finally, the oldest doctor said, "Mr. Sikong..."
The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed the old doctor, "It's getting worse again?! No, it won't happen. I'm just a son...a biological son who is closer than my biological father and biological brothers!"
Everyone present had their mouths twitching.
He muttered to himself, sitting down for a while, standing up for a while, spinning around in circles, looking panicked.
"Didn't you promise that you would delay Sikong's illness? You promised..."
"They are all liars, my son..."
The doctors looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to say a word.
"No, it's not getting worse..."
The middle-aged man stared at the old doctor, "What did you say?"
The old doctor smiled bitterly, "Master Sikong's current situation is very strange, but it is not that his condition has worsened...but...it has stagnated."
"What's the meaning?"
The old doctor's mouth trembled a few times, and finally said, "Mr. Sikong's vital signs have not changed at all. As long as it is a living creature, it will inevitably undergo metabolism. When cells die, cells will be regenerated. And Mr. Sikong's state...
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"Let me give you an example. The last time we examined Mr. Sikong, he was nineteen years and one hundred and twenty days old. Now one month has passed and Mr. Sikong's vitality and various indicators seem to have completely stopped at that period.
, still nineteen years and one hundred and twenty days... Technically speaking, this is impossible. This is completely divorced from the level of conventional medicine and life sciences. It is clearly an alternative form of immortality!"
The middle-aged man said eagerly, "What's going on? Will there be any adverse effects?"
"It's still unclear what the cause is. I suggest that Master Sikong come with us back to the Research Institute for a comprehensive inspection... As for the adverse effects, maybe there are, maybe not, but judging from the current situation, this is a good thing."
"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay..."
He then said to Sikong in a flattering manner, "I said, son, why don't you go to the Research Institute again..."
Sikong glanced at it and said, "Hey, Sikong Yu!!"
Sikong's father had a serious look on his face, "Come here, get these white coats away, hurry up, they will make you angry!"
All the doctors are dumbfounded. Their sons are adults. You love acting so much. It’s so fake!
Several statuesque bodyguards came to life, surrounded a group of thin doctors, and cooperated to "drive away" them.
When he walked to the door, Sikong Yu avoided his son's sight, lowered his head and whispered to the last bodyguard,
"Well, the consultation fee will be increased five times, so go ahead."
"Yes, sir."
Sikong's father had a silly smile on his face, "Hey, son, my father's heart has finally come to an end. It has been more than ten years since our family has had such a happy event..."
"What's going on? Son, did you have any adventures, such as falling under a cliff and encountering a magical old man who gave you a secret book of immortality, or picking up a ring that requires a drop of blood to identify its owner...
.Otherwise, what kind of thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and ten-year-old Zhu Guo did you eat?”
Sikong said, "Dad, are you naive? The ring belongs to Grandpa. I've been very normal recently, nothing happened... I just ate too much, it feels good... eh??"
"What's wrong son?"
Sikong frowned and thought for a long time, "Nothing, I just remembered someone... Dad, can you tell me, is there anyone whose awakened bloodline is related to cooking?"
Sikong Yudao said, "Although the bloodline of the Awakened Ones is extremely powerful... But the Artisan Blast Furnace is the best example. There are many wonders in the world, and the power of the bloodline may appear in any extreme situation."
Si Kongtou said, "Dad, I think I may have gotten a big deal unknowingly. Do you know that there is a Lin's restaurant 200 kilometers east of the city... No, I will go there now..."
Sikong's father, who was abandoned in seconds, looked confused, "What the hell is this Lin's restaurant, so busy... Could it be that there is a cute little cat-eared chef in there? So, my son is in love??"
"Oh, when did it start? When did you get married? Soon! It's the first time I'm meeting my daughter-in-law... No, I need to get a haircut, um, my beard needs to be trimmed..."
"I'm going to be a father-in-law? When will I be a grandfather?"
"How is your daughter-in-law doing? Is she difficult to get along with? Does she have a good temper? My son is so frail and sick, he won't be bullied, right?"
"What should I do if I'm bullied? Should I help... Well, no, no, no... it's too bullying..."
"Well, it looks like we have to change the recipe for dinner. Pork kidney, lamb kidney, tiger whip and beef whip..."
"Hahaha, this is the supreme principle!"
Just when Sikong Yu fell into endless imagination and began to dream about a house full of children and grandchildren, children and grandchildren circling around the knees, children and grandchildren circling the beams, and circling the earth three times.
An old man who looked like a butler opened the door and came in.
"Master, there is news from the open line over there that the bloodline of Zhao Ziyu, the legitimate son of the Zhao family, has awakened. The place of awakening is... two hundred kilometers east of the base city. Few people in the base city have observed the awakening process, but some people speculate that,
Zhao Ziyu's awakened bloodline is completely consistent with that... Master Zhao, because after returning to Zhao's house, Master Zhao immediately declared an alert and retreated and disappeared."
"Basic City, two hundred kilometers east, why does it sound familiar?"
"Forget it... How are Sikong's expenses recently? Has it increased? Why do I feel that my son is hungry and thin again... Oh, it's pitiful. The father has no time to take care of his son. My son is too
The days are so miserable!”
When the steward heard this, he couldn't help but twitching his mouth even though he thought he was at the peak of his Qi cultivation skills. He casually took off the card bag from his waist. There were hundreds of cards stacked up inside.
"Well...this month is slightly higher than last month, about 17 million more."
Sikong Yu said solemnly, "That's it? This can't be done. The child is older, how can the expenses be the same as before? Food, clothing, housing and transportation are free of charge? Food, drink and entertainment are free of charge? Buying gifts for the little cook is free of charge?"
"What the master said is that I will supervise the young master... Well? Little chef... what does mother mean?"