Who moved her body?

"I can tell you, you want more than just the status of a young mistress; you also want to enjoy a long-term share of the profits."

"You're right. As long as my technology enters the market, I can continuously upgrade it, which means..."

Zhuang Buyi continued, "That means you will have a continuous stream of golden eggs laid."

"good."

Zhuang Buyi clapped his hands in praise, then suddenly remembered what Guan Jie had mentioned to him.

"By the way, Guan Jie said he ran into you at the airport last time. He's very interested in your self-driving technology and wants to know if our two technology companies can collaborate."

"We can consider it. We'll handle the technical development, and you'll provide technical support." Zhuang curiously stroked his chin and said, "It seems like a good match; there should be some points of convergence for cooperation. What about Guan Jie? Let's invite him over for dinner next week, and we can discuss it further."

Zhuang Buyi shrugged. "I don't know if he'll be back next week."

"Are you away on a business trip?"

Zhuang Buyi lowered his voice and cautiously looked around before saying, "He went to the desolate rock island, and he didn't tell anyone except me."

Upon hearing "Desolate Rock Island," Zhuang sat up straight, frowned, and asked, "Desolate Rock Island? What's he going there for?"

"It's a long story, but in short, Guan Jie suspects that Song Xiaoxian isn't dead, but is on the desolate rock island." Zhuang Buyi shrugged, not expecting Zhuang Qiyu to believe his nonsense.

However, to Zhuang Buyi's surprise, Zhuang Qihou did not disbelieve his words, but instead thoughtfully rubbed his forehead with his right thumb and forefinger.

"Is Song Xiaoxian on the desolate island?"

"Brother, you don't actually believe she's still alive, do you? I saw Song Xiaoxian being taken to the morgue with my own eyes. How can someone come back to life? You don't even have a doubt? That's not like you at all."

Zhuang curiously removed his right hand from his forehead, pressing his lower lip against his upper lip, as if trying to string together some trivial things.

Sure enough, once Zhuang Qi's expression calmed down, he finally spoke.

"The Hulk who worked with me on self-driving car development, you even had a competition with him to see who could hack your school's website first."

Zhuang Buyi nodded. "Of course I remember. He took two minutes, and I took three minutes, but my route was more concealed."

"Yes, that's him." Zhuang curiously opened his palm, clenched it, then opened it again, repeating this several times before continuing, "Two years ago, when Hulk left, he said he received an invitation from Desert Rock Island. Because it involves some technical privacy, I have never mentioned Hulk's whereabouts to outsiders."

Zhuang Buyi asked with unease and doubt.

"Isn't the Hulk always focused on developing chips? What's he doing on Rocky Island? Rocky Island is Diro's headquarters, and Diro makes biopharmaceuticals."

"That's what I asked Hulk too, but Hulk said that Diro would fund his research on brain chips. At the time, I thought it was reasonable for a pharmaceutical company to do brain-related research, so I didn't ask any more questions. In addition, Hulk transferred all the self-driving technology to me, so I didn't interfere too much. I only promised to keep his trip to the deserted island a secret."

Zhuang Buyi became increasingly puzzled.

"Is the Hulk going to develop a brain chip?"

"Yes. His ultimate goal is to develop a chip that can be implanted in the human brain, and use this chip to control all products that can use signals at the same frequency as the chip, thereby achieving the goal of 'controlling objects with thoughts'. The initial intention of Hulk and me in developing self-driving cars was to hope that self-driving cars could be integrated with his chip, so as to achieve the desire to control the self-driving mode with the brain."

Zhuang Buyi shuddered.

Zhuang looked at Zhuang Buyi's eyes with curiosity, calmness, and seriousness.

"What are you doubting? Is it the same thing I'm thinking?"

Zhuang Buyi nodded.

"I suspect the chip was successfully developed."

The two of them sighed simultaneously, unsure whether this was good news or not.

Implanting a chip is like adding a hard drive to a computer. Just like the original hard drive, it can store signals and, of course, install drivers.

"Do you know what I'm worried about, bro?"

"You're worried that chips will replace the original brain."

Zhuang asked curiously, "This is what I was worried about."

"Humans will eventually become unconscious, controlled beings, like mindless zombies. The controller only needs to control the mainframe, and everyone in the world with implanted chips will receive the signal—it's terrifying!"

Zhuang Buyi grabbed a cushion and pressed it tightly against his chest, as if that would help him feel less afraid. The thought of "walking corpses" controlled by computers everywhere sent chills down Zhuang Buyi's spine.

Seeing that Zhuang Buyi was still as timid as he was when he was a child, Zhuang Qi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Even if the chip is successful, Guan Jie won't see Song Xiaoxian."

"you mean?"

"If I'm not mistaken, what Guan Jie saw was just a stranger with Song Xiaoxian's figure and the same habits as Song Xiaoxian."

Zhuang Buyi felt warmer, and his brain started working again. After all, believing that Song Xiaoxian was dead was more comforting than believing that Song Xiaoxian had been resurrected.

However, Zhuang Qihao immediately frowned again, "But why would they find someone similar to Song Xiaoxian and implant Song Xiaoxian's habits into this woman's brain?"

"No, I have to tell Guan Jie this." Zhuang Buyi stood up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked towards the door. He said, "No matter what the purpose of these people is, I think it's definitely not a coincidence that Guan Jie 'happened to meet' that woman. I have to remind Guan Jie."

……

Uncle Zhao walked into Situ Feng's reception room, opened a folder, and placed a report in front of Situ Feng.

"Young Master, this message came from Senhai City. They are awaiting your orders."

Situ Feng picked up the report, read it expressionlessly, put it down, and gently stroked the surface with his fingers, as if he were seeing this kind of material for the first time.

"What do you think?" Situ Feng asked Uncle Zhao.

Uncle Zhao held the folders in his hands, his knuckles supporting them as they hung naturally in front of his abdomen. His calm and wise eyes looked steadily at Situ Feng as he said, "Back then, due to time and blood type issues, we chose Shanshan. Because it was a highly confidential operation, and done in secret, theoretically no one should know about it. So, apart from Shanshan's real name and the fact that she was an orphan, we didn't investigate anything else. Five years later, we started with Shanshan's real name, beginning our search at the funeral home for any possible relatives she might have had back then..."

Situ Feng looked up, and Uncle Zhao knew that Situ Feng wanted to hear the important points.

"It seems that our act of switching things out is no longer a secret, and that someone already knows what we are doing."

Situ Feng rubbed the report with his fingers and tapped it like he was playing a piano.

"interesting!"

"If we investigate, we'll definitely find out who they are," Uncle Zhao said.

"No need." Situ Feng twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a light and fleeting smile, and said, "The other party will contact us at the appropriate time. Since he doesn't intend to expose us, there's no need for us to force him to play his cards. If nothing unexpected happens, it won't be long before he gets restless."

"Young Master, do you mean, wait?"