"Hey! Who are you calling a fat man!" The expert who was called a fat man was a little angry.

"You are the fat man! Among the five of us, you are the fattest! Your real name is so long, who can remember it! Just call you fat!" Pit An said with conviction.

"Okay, a fat man is a fat man. It's really hard to remember my name." The fat man said angrily.

"Qin An'an, you live with Fu Shiting every day. You know best whether Fu Shiting is a robot or not." Pete returned to the topic, "Is there anything unusual about his speaking habits and his behavior?"

Qin Anan said without hesitation, "I can tell you with great certainty that Fu Shiting is no different from before. He has his own independent thinking mode, including his conditioned reflex behavior, which is the same as before. He is not manipulated by humans. So This assumption can be crossed out."

The three people headed by the fat man showed regretful expressions one after another.

"Pietean, have you read Zuo Mingzhu's research materials? What do you think?" Qin Anan asked.

"If it is the special device that keeps Fu Shiting alive now, and Fu Shiting's entire thinking pattern is the same as before, don't you think it's very contradictory? Didn't you say Zuo Mingzhu could control him? What did Zuo Mingzhu use to control him? A computer or a special remote control device?" Pit An put forward his own thoughts, "Now that Zuo Mingzhu is dead, you should find the thing that can control Fu Shiting."

"Yes! Piet'an and I have the same idea. As long as we have the controller, we can push it backwards and make the device in Fu Shiting's head!" Someone echoed.

Qin Anan also wanted to find the controller. The problem is that even Zuo Ying doesn't know where he is now. How to find the controller?

"An'an, let's talk alone." Pit'an pulled Qin An'an out of the room.

"Is there anything I can't talk about in the conference room?" Qin Anan asked.

"Because I can't use them." Pit'an pulled Qin An'an downstairs, "I want to see the device in Fu Shiting's brain, let me see it!"

"Didn't I send the CT scan of his brain? Didn't you see it?" Qin Anan wondered, "I remember it clearly, I put it in a cardboard box."

"No. It's not that CT film I'm watching." Pitian leaned into her ear and whispered, "Let's open his head and take a look at the device! Use a high-definition camera to record what it looks like, so that it doesn't Can we do research? Zuo Mingzhu and remote control are not important! The most important breakthrough is actually in Fu Shiting!"

It has to be said that Pitian's brain is very flexible.

This is a method Qin Anan has never thought of.

The reason why she didn't think about it was because Fu Shiting was only operated on by Zuo Mingzhu. Now that he still has a wound on his head, his brain can't bear to open it again.

"Not now." Qin Anan refused. "His brain can't take it. I can't let him take risks beyond my ability."

"Okay! I know it's not the time yet. When his wound heals, if we don't have a breakthrough by then, just follow the method I just said! I think he should agree, after all, we do it, yes To save him."

"We'll talk about this later, but now think of other ways."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Anan left the secret research base composed of six of them and went to the city to buy chestnuts.

On the way, she texted Fu Shiting and asked him what he was doing.

He quickly replied to her message: at home.

Qin Anan looked at the message he sent and was stunned for a moment: What about Xiaohan?

He replied again in seconds: also at home.

Qin Anan felt a little suffocated.

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