Although Norman was already sixty-nine years old, he dared to swear that he had absolutely no signs of dementia. After all, he had his own personal doctor who would do monthly tests in this area.
Not only that, in all the tests he had done, his brain had always been the healthiest part of him.
So, everything that happened just now was really not an illusion?
Someone walked up to him, and while he was squinting his eyes, he replaced the newspaper in his hand with an invitation?
Norman believed that he was not to the extent of being blind from old age. Moreover, if someone really came in, how could his bodyguard and secretary not notice it?
Thinking of this, Norman raised his head again and looked around cautiously.
However, there was still no movement around. There was only the secretary behind him who was tidying up the bookshelves and the two guards standing quietly at the door.
At this point, if it weren't for the extra invitation letter in his hand, perhaps even Norman would have started to doubt himself.
"Emily..."
Norman could not help but call out.
"Mr. Norman, I'm here."
Immediately, a middle-aged woman with a strong scent of perfume walked up to him and bent down to reveal her magnificent chest. "Do you need me to pour you a cup of nourishing tea?"
"No, Emily. Did someone pass by me just now?"
Norman stared into the woman's eyes as if he wanted to see through her.
"How, how could that be, Mr. Norman."
The secretary's expression changed slightly, and then she asked curiously, "This is your private office. Apart from Leo and I, who else can come in without being notified?"
"Is that so?" Norman then slowly shifted his gaze away. He lowered his head and looked at the invitation in his hand with a thoughtful expression.
"Hey, Mr. Norman, when was this invitation letter …?"
Finally, the secretary saw the invitation that suddenly appeared in Norman's hand and was a little startled.
"This has nothing to do with you."
Without waiting for the woman to finish her question, Norman glared at her coldly.
Upon hearing this, the secretary quickly came to her senses and quickly swallowed the doubts on the tip of her tongue.
She had received professional training and naturally knew what to ask and what not to ask. It was just that she was too surprised just now. After all, ten minutes ago, her boss did not have this thing in his hand.
After the woman returned to her seat, Norman carefully looked at the invitation letter in his hand.
Since the other party was able to avoid the eyes of his elite bodyguards and this stupid woman to deliver the invitation letter into his hands, no matter how the other party did it, this invitation letter was worth looking at.
On the cover of the invitation letter was a somewhat strange logo. A robotic hand was trying to touch a human hand, and below the logo was a line of small slogans.
"The holy land of science, the forbidden zone of God."
Norman was not a devout Christian, but the moment he saw the logo, he could not help but frown.
"How bold. This kind of slogan, this kind of pattern, is it trying to express that science can replace God?"
Norman murmured. Then, he snorted coldly and flipped to the first page.
Suddenly, a paragraph of words written by a gel pen came into view.
At first glance, this paragraph of text did not seem to be special, but the more one looked at it, the more one could feel that it was extraordinary.
This was because in these words, whether it was the distance between the letters or the similarity between the same letters, they were almost the same.
One had to know that even a calligrapher who had practiced for decades would find it difficult to write the same letter on purpose. This was not a problem of technique, but a problem of human control of their own muscles.
Unless someone could precisely control the slightest force exerted by their muscles, it would be impossible to write the same letter.
But did such a person exist in the world?
Norman might not have believed it before, but now, he had to believe it. This was because he could not see any difference between the whole paragraph of text. It was like the standard text of a computer typeset, clean and neat.
However, anyone could see that this was not a typeface printed by a computer, because this paragraph of text had a strong personal style. Every stroke was majestic, and the strokes caused by handwriting could not be easily simulated by a computer.
What kind of person would be able to write such miraculous words?
Norman took a deep breath. Now, he was even more interested in this invitation letter.
"Dear Mr. Norman Foster,"
"When you see this paragraph of text, it means that it has been delivered to your hands. Please forgive us for leaving without saying goodbye."
"As you can see, we are an organization called 'God's Forbidden Zone'. We were founded by a group of people who are committed to the pursuit of prolonging life. Our goal is to break the Hayflick limit of the human body and obtain the right that only gods have — eternal life."
"For this reason, we have launched a project called 'Mankind Anti-aging', which includes hundreds of scientific and technological projects to prolong human life. Currently, thirteen projects are being implemented: Age-reversal treatment, cloned organ transplantation, Alzheimer's disease reversal treatment, neural stem cell connection regeneration, cancer cell cyclin dependent kinase, and so on."
"Among these projects, two projects, 'Age-reversal treatment' and 'cloned organ transplantation', have been successful. Once these two technologies are used interchangeably, a natural person's life can be extended by more than thirty years."
"For this reason, we have attached a portion of the information on these two technologies. If you think the information is not convincing, you can also log in to the website provided in the invitation letter to view the video files of these two technologies."
"If you are interested in our projects, please contact us on the website."
Finally, there was the signature of God's Forbidden Zone.
After reading the content, the corner of Norman's eye could not help but twitch.
He had to admit that when he saw the words' Age-reversal treatment ', his heart, which should have been indifferent to everything, suddenly jumped violently.
However, immediately after that, this excitement immediately turned into suspicion.
Scam organization?
It was not that Norman had not encountered similar situations before.
There was a similar case in his own circle. Several old tycoons in the financial world found an organization similar to the Alcor Life Extension Foundation on the Internet and were persuaded to invest tens of millions. In the end, within two days, the other party took the money and ran away, making these old tycoons the laughingstock of the financial world.
Norman did not want his wisdom to be ruined by this matter on his deathbed.
But …
What if what the other party said was true?
Norman was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly — yes, so what if he knew that this organization was mostly fake? Could he just ignore it?
Norman's gaze was fixed on the words "life extension by thirty years".
He was now sixty-eight years old. Although his body was still healthy, how long could this rare health last?
He was no longer young. Perhaps he could live for another ten to twenty years, or perhaps a cold the next day would take his life. Who could be sure of such things?
Thinking of this, Norman silently sighed and straightened up from the recliner. "Emily, go out and call my son, Leo, in."
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