Chapter 71: Rest

Ryan felt that he had miscalculated again. The treatment plan tailored for Mobius seemed to be quite useful. At least there was no mention of studying the corpse of the Herrscher again.

But on the other hand, she seemed to have developed a new symptom. For more than half a month, his scalp was numbed by her aggressive gaze. Ryan even slept with one eye open, for fear of being tricked by her.

But apart from the look in his eyes, Mobius was normal as usual. She didn't act overly affectionate, nor did she try to seduce her.She even quarreled less often.

She just observed silently, and became more and more curious.

As for the 'Mantis Plan', there is nothing much to say. It is equivalent to Mobius having an assistant with plug-in level. If the progress cannot be accelerated, she will be a pig-brained person.

Possessing authority, destiny, and first-class theoretical knowledge, Ryan is, in a sense, better at doing specific research than Mei. At least he is physically strong enough to work continuously day and night for several days before taking a short break.

Trial and error, correct, extract, copy, and continue trial and error.

Research is boring and makes people become like machines, but it is not as simple as tightening a screw. Occasionally, a flash of inspiration can save a lot of time by making slight adjustments to the gene fragments.

Gradually, the two formed a tacit understanding. Mobius was responsible for adjustment and guidance, and Ryan was responsible for operation and extraction. Even if the experiment was wrong, it was enough to win the Mu Continent Biology Award.

Ryan even fell in love with this feeling. The 55 mutated pairs of chromosomes, eight bases, and hundreds of millions of gene fragments, every adjustment meant the unknown, and then through repeated experiments, this unknown was turned into the known.

There is no need to pursue it deliberately. This is the instinct of a traveler on the journey of destiny. Constantly repeating ideas and concepts, exploring the unknown, understanding the truth, and connecting to the future.

He immersed himself in exploration, absorbing Mobius knowledge, and later on, he was able to make genetic adjustments independently.

Everything was great, Ryan got used to this kind of life. It was so nice down there, no one would disturb him, the facilities were complete, and when he got tired of research, he could play games to relax, or even update his novel.

Mobius was poor, but she had plenty of instant noodles and instant coffee, and Ryan was not a picky person.

Of course, you still have to keep one eye open when you sleep, and boys have to learn to protect themselves when they go out.

"It feels a little weird, but this is everyday life."

After uploading a chapter, Ryan turned on the computer and discussed the future plot with his book friends. He comfortably put his feet on the table and swung his coffee cup.

The metal ceiling and the flashing electronic lights all around gave it a unique feel. He could even spare some time to think about the plot of the novel.

It's time to write about the Sixth Apostle. It's easy to write about a monster slaughtering fleet, after all, I've seen it before.

He laughed at himself, and in his palm there was some purple lightning, which was compressed and condensed like a small knife. This thing could really cut iron like mud, and it could even cut the deck of an aircraft carrier like tofu.

I became a monster too.

With power in hand, his life level seemed to have been substantially elevated. Logically, he should have become the object of rejection by "humanity", but there was a weirdo who treated him like a treasure.

"Fortunately, Mobius is a smart girl. Although she is greedy, she won't resort to violence. If I can make her a Destiny Walker, I will be free."

Ryan took a sip of coffee and smiled unconsciously. As the saying goes, time reveals a person's true character. After spending almost a month together, their trust has risen to a tacit understanding, and it continues to extend from the experiment.

If she could become a destiny walker, 'intelligence' and 'immortality' would be the most suitable. Of course, there is still some gap between her and Mobius and the group of perverts in the Black Tower Club.

It should be the shackles of the world. According to Mobius talent and character, she is no worse than anyone else.

Damn it, why do I have so much confidence in her?

Ryan woke up with a start and saw the empty instant noodle bucket on the table. He thought to himself, you want to become a destiny walker with these things? I'd better pay the apprenticeship fee and teach you first.

"Ryan, come help!"

Just as he was thinking about it, Mobius voice reached his ears, and Ryan quickly extinguished the lightning, otherwise if the woman saw it, she would drool again.

"What are you doing?"

He turned around and saw Mobius and Klein grunting as they moved things. Ryan subconsciously walked over to lend a hand, only to find that it was a three-seater sofa.

The fabric sofa was a bit old, but the surface was still clean. The three of them moved it to the center of the lounge.

Mobius wiped the sweat from his forehead and said unhappily, "It's because you have too much to do that you insisted on decorating the lounge. I specially asked Klein to buy it from the flea market."

Ryan was stunned, then he remembered what he had casually said a few days ago about combining work and rest and applying for the renovation of the lounge.

It would be strange if Mobius remembered such a casual remark and was so moved!

"I gave you a full 20,000 Euros in funding, and you got me this piece of crap?"

Twenty thousand euros, enough to buy several of the latest Ps 5. He looked back into the corridor to make sure there was nothing else.

Not only did I spend money to help you decorate your nest, but you even dared to embezzle it.

Mobius was shameless and said confidently, "What a crap! This took Klein a whole morning to do. She has three doctoral degrees. It's nothing to let such a high-end talent work for you for just 20,000 euros."

Wow, you are really good at making excuses, and your angle is so tricky.

Ryan eyes jumped and he held out his hand: "No matter what, you pay me back the rest of the money."

"It's gone a long time ago. I just asked Klein to bring back some of the damaged equipment."

"Didn't you just say that she worked for me?"

"So by the way, you are the subject and I am the object. Haven't you ever taken a class on dialectical philosophy?"

Klein looked at the two people staring at each other, then saw Ryan gritting his teeth as if he wanted to eat Mobius alive, and then looked at the doctor who puffed out his chest and looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and raised his hand weakly.

"Doctor, can I go take a break?"

Today was the day off Ryan had strongly requested. Mobius couldn't persuade him, so she could only show mercy and go along with it, and gently waved his hand.

"Go ahead, come back to the lab at twelve o'clock tonight."

Huh? It's already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Klein glanced at the electronic clock, but didn't dare to offend Mobius, so she had to leave quietly.

As soon as she left, Mobius, who had been very strong, immediately smiled and moved closer to Ryan.

"Don't be so stingy. Look, I also brought a watermelon as food money."

"Come on, is the melon rind made of gold, or are the melon seeds made of gold?" Ryan didn't buy it. He took two steps back and covered his forehead again: "I feel like if I stay any longer, you will eat up all the hard-earned money I saved."

Ryan is not a wealthy man, but he has some assets. However, since he met Mobius, his wallet has been shrinking at a rapid rate.

"It's worth spending money for science." Seeing Ryan was about to say something, Mobius quickly sat down and patted the sofa: "Come on, try it on. I picked this sofa myself. It's good value for money."

Well, it's a good deal at 20,000 euros, and didn't you say Klein bought it?

Ryan felt a little strange, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he had to sit down. Maybe it was because the 20,000 euros made his heart bleed, he felt that sitting on this shabby sofa was as comfortable as a first-class seat.

The height is just right, sitting is very comfortable, and then... nothing else.

"A sofa alone is useless. I might as well go back to my room if I want to sleep."

"You're making a lot of money with me around."

Ryan turned his head and saw Mobius lying comfortably on the sofa with a lazy look on his face, his two beautiful legs in black stockings slanted on the sofa, playing with the hair beside his ear.

The stockings are very light in color, and you can vaguely see the white calves. The hem of the skirt is close to the hips, outlining the peach like curves.

Ryan just stared at him, watching Mobius pull at her skirt uncomfortably, and suddenly grinned.

hehe.

Without any words, Mobius immediately sat up straight, grabbed the pillow and threw it over.

"You are defying me again!"

"Just a few glances at you are worth 20,000 euros? You think you are inlaid with gold, forget it, I don't want to argue with you.

He stood up, lifted the sofa and turned it to face a large plasma screen, which was used by Mobius for discussions. It was a hundred inches in size. Then he connected his laptop and walked over to turn off the lights.

"What are you doing?" Mobius grabbed the back of the chair, leaving half of his head exposed.

"Make use of the waste and at least earn back some of the 20,000 Euros." Ryan didn't even raise his head, just fiddling with the computer.

baffling.

Mobius didn't understand what he was doing, but he saw the screen flashing and the laptop was projected. He then opened the browser and typed in a URL. Soon, a page appeared.

The latest blockbuster movie? What's with those little popping windows? What does it mean when a beautiful dealer deals cards online? What does fruit chat mean?

"Ahem, even if there is a virus, it can't break your firewall." Ryan came back with the wireless mouse, slowly slid the wheel, and saw Mobius confused look again, "Why, you don't understand?"

"Isn't it just a movie? I'm just not interested in fake things. I still remember the last time I watched..." The woman was suddenly stuck. She couldn't remember when was the last time she watched a movie. It seemed like it was some party of Fire Moth?

Haha, it's just as I thought. This Mobius is very boring.

Ryan looked as if he had not expected it. Mobius had no entertainment activities at all. Apart from performing surgery and doing research, he just slept. He never even thought about relaxing.

"Do you know why I set a rest day?" Ryan brought the watermelon over, cut it into several pieces with his hands, and stuffed one piece to Mobius. "It's not good to focus too much on something. Life should be colorful."

"Boring is just an excuse for being lazy and wasting time."

"Don't resist. Changing your mind occasionally is good for your research." Ryan also took a piece of watermelon, sat down comfortably, and clicked on one at random according to Kevin recommendation.

Crash——

The sound of heavy rain came from the speakers connected to the broadcasting system, the picture on the screen flashed, and the camera slowly focused from the sky to the male protagonist. Mobius, who was originally a little disdainful, raised his eyebrows.

She is a very focused person. Even if she is a little resistant in her heart, her attention is automatically drawn when the movie starts.

The movie has a fast pace. The male protagonist, who used to be a killer, comes back for revenge and kills the gangsters one by one. The shooting action is also very professional, with the sound of "bang bang" gunfire from beginning to end.

Kevin is right, this movie "Give Me Back My Life" is very good.

Ryan was also fascinated by the movie. He had originally planned to relax himself, so he chose a gun-action movie right away. Otherwise, he would fall asleep after watching romance or art films, and romance action movies were too ungentlemanly.

While the plot was transitioning, he turned his head and saw Mobius holding a watermelon and taking small bites, staring at the screen intently. From his eyes, he caught a hint of novelty?

"Haha, you're really being stubborn. You're obviously fascinated by it."

"What did you say?" Mobius turned around, was stunned for a moment, and then retorted: "I just think what you said makes sense. Taking a break occasionally helps to stimulate inspiration, and it's interesting to watch these people kill each other."

She made a gun holding gesture. This thing was very unfamiliar to her, so she just watched it for fun.

That's why I didn't choose "Virus Crisis" or something like that. It would be annoying to have an expert nitpicking about it.

Ryan felt that he had made the right choice. Although the battles in the movie had many flaws for a professional like him, the purpose of watching a movie was to have fun.

At this moment, he noticed that Mobius was rubbing his calves and was sure who had chosen the sofa, but this time, he did not take the opportunity to laugh at him.

"Sore legs?"

"Yeah, a little." Mobius stared at the man, and only realized that she had been exposed after she finished speaking. She quickly explained, "The research in the past two days was too hard, and I stood for too long."

"Okay, let me help you massage it. I learned some techniques when I traveled to Shenzhou before." Ryan was too lazy to listen to the explanation. Seeing Mobius staring at him in surprise, he shrugged and said, "If you don't want to, forget it."

"It doesn't matter. Klein sometimes gives me a shoulder massage. Let me make it clear, there's no pay."

Could you please stop being so stingy?

Ryan was about to make a sarcastic remark when he saw a pair of beautiful legs in black stockings stretched out and placed right on his thighs, as if the girl was afraid that he would really want the money.

Some were warm and some were soft. Through the stockings, one could see a few sparkling little toes, twisting playfully.

I have to say, this is really beautiful.

Ryan raised his hand and gently kneaded the calf, feeling the soft and silky touch. As he kneaded, the leg rubbed back and forth.

Straight, slender, with the right amount of meat, if it is replaced by a more appropriate description:

These legs can last for a year.

"Um--"

"Please don't make such misleading noises."

"It's just a little itchy. I'm not used to it."

"Itchy? How about I wake up your kidney meridian?"

"Go ahead, ouch, it hurts, it hurts... be gentler." Mobius immediately arched his legs, but his feet were held tightly again. When she was about to curse, Ryan switched to gentle kneading with a very experienced technique.

"It hurts and itches at the same time. Doesn't it feel good?"

This time, Mobius did not retort. she turned his wrist and it seemed that it was not as sore as before. She then watched Ryan work quietly.

The man held her legs and kneaded them gently, staring at the screen intently, his profile flickering.

Feeling like it's pretty good?

She didn't know why she was wasting time here, she just hugged the pillow, turned her head, and watched the movie while enjoying the tingling feeling.

No one spoke. After just two all nighters, Mobius felt his eyelids getting heavy. she twisted his body and curled himself up completely on the sofa.

Forget it, just take a nap.

Da da da...

There were constant sounds of gunfire coming from the speakers. After one movie was finished, another one started playing automatically: Give Me Back My Life II. Ryan rubbed his eyes slower and slower until he felt his eyelids become heavy.

Ever since he left Qianyu Academy, he first hunted in Neon and then challenged the Third Herrscher. Apart from fighting, he spent all his time in the laboratory. Even he had forgotten the last time he comfortably lay on the sofa and watched a movie.

Tsk, I can even fall asleep during such an intense gun battle movie.

He glanced at Mobius. The woman was lying on the sofa, hugging a pillow, sleeping quietly.

'Then even I felt a little sleepy. ' He didn't press pause, but continued to listen to the conversation on the screen, slowly closed his eyes, and after two seconds, suddenly opened them again.

After hesitating for a moment, he quietly lifted Mobius small right foot and brought it to his nose to smell it.

Eh, it has no taste?

Ryan thought it was a little unscientific, so he scratched the sole of his foot, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Mobius smacking his lips and subconsciously retracting his foot.

We have the most advanced equipment and research the most cutting edge topics, so even watching a movie seems novel.

This woman is quite cute sometimes, but of course only when she is asleep.

"Ah, I'll just slack off today. It's strange, why am I feeling sleepy?"

He yawned and slowly closed his eyes. Even though Mobius was right beside him, he completely forgot about his previous vigilance.

The electronic clock reached twelve o'clock, but the images in the lounge were still flashing and the conversations were still going on.

Oops, I'm late.

Klein walked quickly into the room, thinking she was going to be scolded this time, but she was stunned when she saw the gunfight on the screen. she quickly tiptoed and quietly walked to the sofa.

When she stretched her head, her eyes widened slightly.

The ground was littered with watermelon rinds. Dr. Mobius and Dr. Ryan were leaning against the two ends of the sofa, sleeping soundly with their heads tilted back, and the pair of long legs in black stockings were resting on Ryan shoulders, as if stepping on the man's face.

Klein was a little surprised. According to the doctor habit, she would come early as scheduled at 12 o'clock, so why did she sleep so long? Soon, her eyes became happy again.

On the one hand, I saw the normal side of Mobius, and on the other hand, it seemed like I was saved?

If Dr can understand how to live and rest outside of work, I think I would benefit the most.

Klein looked at Ryan with eyes full of gratitude, and was frightened by Mobius sudden turn over. Seeing that the doctor feet were almost stuffed into Ryan mouth, she did not dare to go up and pull them open.

'Perhaps Dr. Ryan likes this kind of play.'

She stood on tiptoe, tiptoed back, patted her chest, took a long breath, and felt her mood brighten up.

Today, I rest more!