Looking at the nameplate on the door, Menjie was in a trance for a moment.

"Is this the door I should knock on?"

If every volunteer participating in the experiment has to meet with the chief scientist, can he take care of it? How can he have time to do research?

However, before he stretched out his hand, the door had already opened by itself.

"Please come in!" A full-bodied voice came from inside, "You can take off your glasses."

The voice contained an irrefutable power.

Menjie did it reflexively, and then, involuntarily followed the voice into the room, and the entire field of vision also ushered in the most shocking impact since entering IHC-even though he had taken off the VR glasses at this time.

This office is at least three times larger than his teacher Dai Zixuan's office in the school, but Dai Zixuan's office is used by six teachers at the same time, and this one belongs only to this person named Chen Youran.

Although the space is large, the whole room does not seem very empty.

The left and right walls are completely occupied by bookshelves. They completely covered the entire wall from top to bottom, without a single gap. The bookshelves were neatly

lined with books. Apart from the library, Menjie had never seen so many books in his life.

These days, paper books are becoming increasingly scarce.

There was a flat bed placed against the wall near the door, as if it was used for diagnosis and treatment. There were several instruments with flashing indicators and signal display screens next to the bed, which were running smoothly at the moment.

But there was no one or any other creature on the bed.

Half of the space on the wall facing him was occupied by a huge workbench, on which were placed several monitors.

There was obviously a man sitting behind the workbench, and the voice that invited Menjie in just now was from him.

When he saw Menjie, he stood up, slowly walked around the workbench, and walked towards Menjie.

This was a middle-aged man who looked about the same age as his father in his memory, with a well-proportioned figure, but his hair was already half gray. The man was not wearing glasses, so Menjie could see his eyes clearly.

These are a pair of wise eyes.

Menjie said to himself.

"Are you Menjie?" the man asked.

"Yes."

"Looking closely, I really look like him... I am Chen Youran, your father's friend and his old classmate."

He patted Menjie's shoulder, motioned him to sit in front of the workbench, and then sat opposite him.

"Really? What's my father's name?"

Until now, Menjie still couldn't believe that his father, the poor student who usually muddled through and was happy about everything,

could have such a good friend.

Although his father had mentioned Chen Youran to him several times before participating in the human cryogenic hibernation experiment, he had not seen him in person, and even suspected that his father had created such a person to endorse him and make him feel at ease or give up in order to dispel his concerns.

Chen Youran smiled: "Men Jiayi, he always laughs when he sees anyone, and likes to nod frequently when talking, so we all call him Forehead."

It seems that what his father said was true.

"Uncle Chen, I don't want to disrespect my dad, but... I still can't figure out how he can have such a great friend like you? You are the chief scientist here."

"Why not?"

"Because I have never met you. His friends are all very nice, but in my impression, no one has achieved as much as you."

"There are many kinds of friendships. Some friendships do not require frequent meetings, and even after not seeing each other for several years, when you meet again, you still feel very intimate and trust each other. Your dad and I are such friends."

Menjie was silent for a while, then asked: "As the chief scientist, do you need to chat with everyone who comes to do experiments? If so, how would you have time to do scientific research?"

Chen Youran was stunned, then smiled and said: "I really don't have that much energy. But you are different, you are the son of the forehead."

At this point, he put away his smile, frowned slightly, bent down and took out a file bag from the bottom drawer of the workbench.

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It was a very old-looking kraft paper file bag, with a light brown-yellow color. Menjie had only seen such a bag in a TV documentary.

Chen Youran handed the file bag to Menjie across the workbench.

"This is the letter your father left for you five years ago before he did the hibernation experiment here. It was all handwritten. He asked me to send it to you if he decided to continue the hibernation experiment when he woke up five years later. Now you took the initiative to deliver it to me."

Menjie took the file bag, and a hint of the smell of old things came into his nose.

He had only smelled that smell in the physical book area of the school library.

"You don't need to read it now. You can put your capsule back later, finish today's physical examination, and read it carefully when you go back tonight."

Menjie nodded.

He hesitated for a moment, but still said what he had been holding back for a long time.

"My father chose to continue sleeping for five years this time. He told me that you once offered to help him pay for the operation, but he refused. Thank you."

Chen Youran waved his hand.

"We've been friends for decades. This little money means nothing to me. In fact, it doesn't hurt him much either. Unfortunately, he has something on his mind. Although he won't say it, I can roughly guess it. Apart from emotional wounds, no wound needs an indefinite time to heal." Menjie cursed his mother silently in his heart, and then continued to ask: "I heard him say that you might make some breakthroughs this time, advancing the dormant period from five years to fifteen years?" "Yes, I have told him very clearly, but he still insisted on continuing to participate in the new generation of experiments. I didn't expect that you would also join. You are the youngest volunteer in the history of our experiment." "I just hope that in a few years, he will still look like my father, not my brother, or even my younger brother. "Your decision is right, but there are still too many people who do not understand the significance of our experiment, and they also discredit the purpose of the experiment because of several accidents. The earth is now hotter every year than the previous year. If you go out without a cooling film, you can't stay outside. Although scientists say that this trend is irreversible, I still hope that my technology can help everyone sleep for a few more years, wake up and find that the earth is as beautiful as before, or already live in space. " "Scientists like you can't sleep." "Hahaha, I definitely won't sleep. At least I have to overcome the technology that has been dormant for 15 years, so that both of you can experience it, and then I will sleep for a few years myself. " Menjie noticed that in just a few minutes, Chen Youran had quietly cut off three call requests that popped up on the workbench monitor. The relatively blank wall next to his workbench is actually an inconspicuous door, with a few words faintly engraved on the door: Experiment Monitoring Hall. These words seem to be visible without wearing VR glasses. Obviously, he could go through this door and monitor all the experiments directly.

Menjie felt that he had stayed long enough.

He carefully tucked the file bag under his arm and stood up to say goodbye.

Chen Youran did not try to keep him, but nodded at him.

"Think about what you have not done in the past two days, and do it quickly - of course, you can't go out, so you can only do it online. We will see each other in 15 years at the earliest, and no more than 20 years at the latest."

Menjie looked back at Chen Youran gratefully, and then left his office.

As soon as he went out, the VR glasses took the initiative to remind: "Please wear VR glasses and continue to follow the instructions to proceed to the next step."

In the colorful vision again, Menjie saw that the arrow pointed in the direction of the capsule again.

"It seems that... VR glasses are monitoring my chat with Uncle Chen, otherwise, how does it know that I have to go back to put this letter from my father first? Or

is this itinerary already customized in my glasses in advance?"

Menjie thought.

He compared in his mind the difference between what he saw before and after putting on the VR glasses, and after thinking about it a little more, he couldn't help but feel a chill all over.