Chapter 23:In-depth

Carey Technology Creative Corporation, Chicago.

Jay flew to Chicago at about nine o'clock in the morning, and the process of finding the company's headquarters was not that laborious, because it was so conspicuous in the city. The 108-story modern high-rise building rises from the ground, and the outer glass is dark brown. Compared with the surrounding buildings, it is almost outstanding. It is not easy to ignore it.

He walked into the lobby on the first floor and saw that the company's electronic logo was being assembled in 3D form on the floating screen in the middle of the lobby. Above his head was a beautiful electronically synthesized female voice, speaking in a soft voice. The glory and history of this company. There is a dignified lady sitting at the front desk of the lobby. Every employee who enters the company must punch the card in the machine in front of her.

Jay looked around, his gaze fell on the fat man with his legs up on the sofa in the hall. He is wearing a decent suit, but he seems to be on the verge of being broken by his chubby belly, and he himself has not given up working in this direction. At the moment, he is still stuffing his mouth as if he is buying Fried chicken from a fast food restaurant across the street.

But what attracted Jay was not his eye-catching figure, but the guy's name tag on his waist. The fat man just hung his name tag on his trouser belt that was about to break, and dragged the lower half on the seat. Jay tried to pretend to be inadvertent and wandered near him. After looking around to make sure that no one noticed, he flashed to the fat man in less than half a second, and walked away with the famous brand. Then he returned like an okay person. Blew the whistle on the spot. The fat man still dealt with his breakfast, unaware of it.

Jay lowered his head and swiped his card among the other employees. It seemed that he was lucky to not meet this fat acquaintance. When he came to the second floor along the escalator, he saw from a distance the fat man in the lobby had finished his breakfast and walked to the front desk, but he was surprised to find that his brand was missing.

Jay said sorry, buddy, in an emergency, you have to feel wronged and give yourself a day off occasionally.

Mr. Reynolds specifically marked the "Quantum Research and Development Department" of Carey Technology Creative in his handwriting. He did not comment on why, but Jay thought this might be a good starting point for his investigation. He paid special attention to the navigation map in the lobby. This so-called "quantum R&D department" seemed to be on the fortieth floor, so he took the elevator and went straight to the fortieth floor.

The elevator stopped on the fortieth floor with a loud noise, and the elevator door slowly slid open, and the scene in front of his eyes seemed a little different from what he expected. There is only one straight aisle outside the elevator, with metal door panels embedded on both sides of the aisle, each equipped with an electronic lock that looks like high-end technology. But the weirdest part should actually be the lights on this floor-a long line of blue light is neatly embedded on the ceiling of the aisle, and the dark and secret blue light covers the entire aisle, which makes people think of old-fashioned horror movies. Rendering shot in the room.

Jay walked out of the elevator and tried to scan left and right with the X line of sight, only to find that the walls on both sides were filled with lead elements, and he became more suspicious. In addition to Lex Luther, there are people who do this in their company?

He was hesitating whether he should forcefully enter any one of the rooms in a rougher way to see what was inside, but the elevator had already carried another person up to this floor.

A black man with round glasses and a researcher's white coat appeared behind the door with the ding of the elevator. He saw Jay stunned for a moment, frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Uh... new intern? I guess I just got lost."

"No other people are prohibited from entering this department under special circumstances." The other party looked at him suspiciously for a moment, "Show me your work permit."

Showing him a work permit is certainly not one of the next options. Jay knows how bad he looks from the fat man in the photo. He hesitated for half a second whether to knock this guy out, but this idea was quickly ruled out by him. There should be surveillance video here, and he doesn't want to make too much noise for the time being.

"Well, I'm actually... uh... a reporter." Jay rummaged through his jacket pocket and found out the temporary work permit Perry had sent him and handed it to the other party, but a second later I think this reason is a bit stupid.

The black man took the card and looked at it for a moment: "Daily Planet? Metropolitan? Then you are really not far away."

"Because I have heard of your company's name for a long time, I hoped to have a chance to see it a long time ago, so I took advantage of the summer internship opportunity to visit it." Jay said, after a pause, the topic broke Said, "Is this your'quantum R&D department'? I heard that you are the industry leader in this aspect, and it is the part that interests me the most."

The black man returned his work permit and grinned with a friendly smile: "Yes, I am the person in charge of this section. Kevin Morgan, you can call me Kevin. Do you want to interview Quantum R&D? Then you It really hit someone."

"Well, then I guess I am very lucky."

"Luckily." He embraced Jay's shoulders affectionately and pulled him into the elevator. "You must be wondering why this floor of our department looks so weird, but that's because we don't usually work here, just The navigation map in the lobby says that this floor belongs to us. Since we are so in love, I can make an exception to show you where we really work."

Jay noticed that he had pressed the bottom button of the elevator, two levels lower than the button on the first floor. Even for the inexperienced him, the current development is obviously very weird. This guy who claims to be the head of the department almost involuntarily dragged him into the elevator, and his enthusiasm was a bit too much.

Jay was still quiet for the time being, he had a hunch that he might be close to the most critical part. Maybe the black man has bad intentions, but there is nothing to be afraid of no matter what is waiting for him below.

The elevator descended all the way to the ground, and the crisp sound of "ding" indicated that the two had arrived. Kevin enthusiastically took his hand and walked out, and a laboratory that was so large and extravagant was immediately in sight. Countless researchers are busy all around, and all kinds of high-tech instruments that Jay can't name are full of arrays, almost like a completely different dimension compared to the ground.

This is not to say that the sense of science and technology of Carey Technology Creative Company itself is not strong. In fact, this company has risen at a speed comparable to a rocket since the end of the crisis. It has almost skyrocketed in six years, and the entire building is full of future technology. Aura, but compared with this laboratory hidden underground, it is nothing short of nothing. Jay feels like he has stepped into a science fiction blockbuster with first-class special effects, because these toys don't look like what you can see in reality.

But of all the impressive installations, the arched metal installation in the middle of the room also shines the most. Its shape looks like an arched door. The purple electric current flickers and beats in the center part of it. Each beat seems to shake the space itself, leaving faint cracks in the air.

Kevin Morgan grinned and showed his neat white teeth: "Do you want to meet the Quantum Research and Development Department? You have arrived."

Two researchers in white coats sprang out from behind them abruptly from left to right, cleverly holding an injection syringe and piercing Jay's neck. The sharp needle tube touched the skin of his neck, and it broke with two "pops".

The two researchers who attacked were both startled, and so was the black man named Kevin.

Jay rubbed his neck and smiled apologetically: "Sorry for breaking your syringe...but I think it shouldn't be too expensive. You wouldn't mind it, right?"