There was something wrong with this atmosphere!
Luo Nan began to regret making this call … … No, no, no. He had made the right call. He had a cat-like curiosity in his heart. But in the end, He Yueyin and Bai Xinyan didn't say much. Bai Xinyan used a very normal tone to reply:
"Since it's that Xue Lei, you can give it a try. He should be from a traditional martial arts school. He's an expert in this area. But you need to pay attention. You're only suited for breathing, daoyin, tai chi, yoga, and other gentle and soothing exercises. If the school doesn't mind, we'll need to keep a file for research. If these conditions are met, I can give you a prescription. "
Luo Nan had no reason not to agree. His call came at just the right time. His Aunt just happened to be outside the door. Luo Nan immediately hung up the call. At nearly the same time, there was a knock on the door.
The two ladies with extraordinary bearings glanced at each other once more. Bai Xinyan surveyed the nothingness of the room. She snorted faintly, causing Luo Nan to curse in his mind. His timing was far too accurate. It seemed that he had been suspected.
But what happened next concerned his lifestyle for a period of time. Even if he had to be thick-skinned, he had to see it to the end. In any case, with his mental senses, those two wouldn't be able to get anything on him, right?
Mrs. Luo Shuqing entered the room and saw He Yueyin, the Investigator. She was a bit surprised for a time and became even more vigilant.
At this stage, she absolutely didn't want her nephew to enter the line of sight of the police. Even though she knew that the problem wasn't big, she wasn't willing to take any risks.
He Yueyin was very clear about the situation, so she didn't say anything more. She called out to Luo Shuqing, brushed past her shoulder, and pushed the door open.
Next was Bai Xinyan's time to shine.
Perhaps it was because she was a supervisor, but Bai Xinyan handled matters very straightforwardly. She relied on her excellent professional knowledge and her silver tongue to temporarily dispel Mrs. Luo Shuqing's suspicions in a few short minutes. She even gave a positive hint:
Reasonable and moderate exercise is good for your nephew's recovery.
Luo Nan, who had been spying this entire time, naturally understood what she meant. He let out a long sigh of relief. He took into consideration that Xue Lei was still waiting outside, so he didn't continue spying. He withdrew his mental senses.
Bai Xinyan sent off Aunt Luo Nan. Today's work was over. She didn't want to stay in this depressing building with endless illnesses. She quickly packed up, put on a windbreaker out of habit, and left after work.
She took the elevator to the parking lot and was wondering if she should contact Zhang Yingying to go to a nightclub together. Suddenly, she felt something and stopped in her tracks, turning her head to look.
What greeted him was a cold stare, as dense as the north wind. Even the interior of the building, which had a constant temperature all year round, seemed to have dropped to the freezing point.
He Yueyin … knew that this person wouldn't let her off so easily!
Bai Xinyan immediately raised her hands in surrender. "Stop glaring at me, my dear. I'm not trying to pry into your privacy."
"Your source of information."
"Hey, this is an open secret, okay?"
"Open? Everything related to Luo Nan, the Luo Family, and Formatting Theory? "
Bai Xinyan was speechless for a moment. This old friend of hers had obviously chosen the wrong line on purpose. Moreover, it seemed like she really did not care about her own "private affairs" at all. She pointed directly to the more sensitive areas without any disguise.
He Yueyin was overbearing. "To a certain extent, your instructor's laboratory works for Quantum Corporation. It involves the theory of the modification and evolution of the nervous system, and it has the same origin as the Archetype Format. The Formatting Theory of the Luo Family should have been the goal you all strive to obtain. But why have you never had any thoughts of obtaining it all these years … … Or perhaps you originally coveted it, but you discovered a flaw that was difficult to overcome, just like what Mr. Luo is displaying right now? "
"Are you flaunting your reasoning ability?"
Bai Xinyan shook her windbreaker and covered her collar. She wanted to shield herself from the cold air that assaulted her face, but she couldn't help but sigh. "Or are you saying that you think that it would be better for him, and for the current situation in Xia City, if we let that little 'voyeur' reserve duty kid overturn everything here?"
He Yueyin stared at Bai Xinyan. A moment later, she walked expressionlessly toward the sports car that Bai Xinyan had just purchased a few days ago. She directly opened the door and sat inside.
Bai Xinyan shrugged her shoulders. She got in the car and started it up. Then she did a beautiful drift in the narrow space and sped toward the exit. Soon, she merged into the city's surging traffic.
After leaving Renai Hospital several kilometers away, He Yueyin spoke once more. "Give me the relevant information. Everything."
"I don't have it."
Bai Xinyan's reply was straightforward and to the point. "The research related to Formatting Theory ended very quickly. The conclusion the higher-ups came to was that there was no value in continuing the research … … I can tell you the reason. After over a thousand repeated experiments, it was determined that no one could withstand the rapid expansion of soul strength."
"It seems that you only have a smattering of knowledge regarding Formatting Theory. Then can I give you an introduction … … Do you need it? "
He Yueyin's eyelids drooped slightly. She didn't say a word.
"Then don't blame me for talking too much."
Bai Xinyan set the sports car to autopilot mode. She hugged the back of her head with both hands and adopted a lazy posture. "According to Quantum Corporation's research, the Formatting Theory you speak of is confirmed to be a completely uncontrollable method of soul strength growth. The source is Luo Yuandao, who is also your boss' grandfather. He obtained a sort of 'revelation' in the wilderness. It was like the 'gods' of various secret orders. Although it was marvelous, it wasn't unique in that era. "
"However, it was different from those so-called 'gods' who babbled on and on. Over the next few decades, that old man always wanted to use his own method to reinterpret this power, and he achieved a series of results. There were two main paths involved. One was closer to the 'revelation' itself. It emphasized the difference between individuals, and it was Formatting Theory. The other was the path of fundamentalism that became narrower and narrower. Compromises were made, incorporating modern technological capabilities, reducing individual characteristics, and searching for the greatest common divisor. This was the theory of the Archetype Format … … "
He Yueyin listened quietly, not saying a word.
"You're very clear about the results. Formatting Theory and the Archetype Format. Let's not talk about which is more impressive. In practical applications, Formatting Theory is without a doubt a crushing defeat. Of all the practitioners and experimental subjects who accepted this theory, the vast majority of them died. They all died from the uncontrolled growth of their soul strength. His grandfather, Luo Yuandao, is now a madman. His father, Luo Zhongheng, oh, he's dead now. "
"This person worked with Yan Hong for a period of time. According to what Yan Hong said, that person was simply a barrel of gunpowder that could explode at any time … … That's not a description. It's the kind in the real sense. That's why not even his bones were left."
Bai Xinyan was still supporting the back of her head, but her eyes were looking towards He Yueyin to see her reaction.
He Yueyin also looked over. "What's the conclusion?"
"Isn't it just like that?" Bai Xinyan's bright eyes blinked innocently.
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