The people on the first floor of the research room didn't know what happened. All they heard was a rush of footsteps.

Someone poked his head out of the office curiously, and saw a row of dozens of strong men in suits and leather shoes stopping at the end of the corridor and pressing the up button of the elevator.

Such a posture can only be one of those two.

Nebula Technology is a new path blazed by Xie Jing. At the beginning, it was difficult to get financing, and it was difficult.

Suddenly, don't know where the news came from. It is said that Mr. Qiao reached out for funding, and the conditions were extremely generous, and he took almost half of the project results.

Anyone in Huacheng who has some inside information knows that Xie Jing and Qiao Zhuo have been at odds all year round, and their temperaments are so disliked by each other.

Trader Joe's sponsoring Nebula?

Pure nonsense.

But just when everyone was dismissive of this gossip, he made a speech.

"Thanks Joe's for sending charcoal in the snow"

The staff of the entire nebula went crazy on the optical network.

How much did Qiao Zhuode get from Xingyun to "send charcoal in the snow"?

No wonder people think too much, because the image of Joe's in Hwaseong really doesn't match up with Xiaobaihua. When it comes to Qiao's finance, countless people will only think of the huge transaction amount and the number of transactions all over the country.banks and jewelry stores.

All the possibilities have been guessed, but it is impossible for the parties involved to come forward, and the discussion gradually weakens.

There are no permanent rivals in business, projects are funded, and researchers are happy to see them succeed.

In any case, Qiao's has definitely joined the research project of the game warehouse, and even the current white research building was built with Qiao's money.

The whole research office regards Joe as the father of the funder. Although technical staff like them don't know anything about the deeper contract agreement, it's not something they have to worry about.

As for the impression of Qiao Zhuo... that is too deep.

Everyone remembered that the chairman of Joe's had come to inspect the building two months ago after the new building was built, and no one had seen him since.

But even though it was just a glance, it was enough to leave the deepest stroke in everyone's heart.

Discussions about Qiao Zhuo's appearance also erupted quietly and enthusiastically in various research groups at that time.

Who would have thought that the consortium tycoon in Hwaseong would have such a face, not as domineering and arrogant as imagined, but a completely different dodder flower, beautiful like a bird in a cage.

At that time, when the man walked through the corridor, he was surrounded by everyone, his chin was raised slightly, his eyes were cold, but his lips were too full, smeared with water vapor, misty, as if he had been bitten hard by someone.It's so imaginative.

Even though the researchers at that time were blocked two meters away by the sturdy bodyguards, the places where Qiao Zhuo stayed still left fragrance.

It didn't seem like it was sprayed out deliberately with perfume, but it seemed to come out from Qiao Zhuo's neck.

Fragrant and soft.

A man with such a face and fragrance is staring at a pair of cold and distant eyes at the same time.

As long as he is not in that position... even as long as it is not Joe's...

No one can imagine Qiao Zhuo without the worst thoughts at the moment of seeing him, this is the lustful instinct of human nature.

As the elevator doors closed, the discussion gradually rang out.

They depended on the project for a living, and it was hard not to suspect that something serious happened in such a battle. What would happen if Joe's withdraws the capital.

After all, the relationship between Qiao Zhuo and Xie Jing is indeed tit-for-tat, and this possibility is not impossible.

But apart from eating, what they care most about is the overly handsome chairman of Joe's.

Different from the curiosity and anxiety of the staff on the first floor, the silence on the top floor seemed to hear a needle drop.

Qiao Zhuo sat on the hospital bed leaning on the soft pillow, his black hair fell slightly along his forehead, and his narrow and cold eyes were rarely confused.

The sharpness of the whole person has weakened a bit, and the beauty is fragile and illusory.

The doctor put away the stethoscope and stretched out two fingers in front of Qiao Zhuo's eyes, asking, "How much is this?"

Qiao Zhuo frowned slightly, "One."

The doctor nodded, and put his synthetic fist in front of Qiao Zhuo's eyes, shaking, "Follow my fist and move your eyes."

Qiao Zhuo had already seen Thomas standing outside the glass window when he woke up, but he didn't have the energy to greet him right now.

While following the doctor's words, Qiao Zhuo rolled his eyes lightly following the opponent's fist, while slowly digesting his recovered memory.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign doctor in front of the hospital bed seemed to treat him like a child, speaking extremely softly and with a slow tone.

"Relax, don't be nervous." The doctor saw Qiao Zhuo's eyes and subconsciously spoke to comfort him.

"There is no problem with your basic body functions, and you can adjust to normal levels after a few days of bed rest."

Qiao Zhuo blinked, indicating that he understood.

Seeing this, the doctor suddenly clutched his chest with an expression of being hit, said to have a good rest, then stepped out of the ward, stood outside the glass window and continued to explain some precautions to Thomas.

Qiao Zhuo didn't pay much attention to the foreigners' outward emotions, he just looked down at his hands and slowly clenched their fists.

This sense of touch and reality of controlling the body is the reason why he always felt separated from the world in the game before.

The sunlight outside the window slanted into the ward, dividing the white floor into several rectangular squares, and the air was filled with the smell of medical alcohol and medicine boxes.

Qiao Zhuo noticed that there were many small needle holes on the back of his hand, which should be caused by the medical staff hanging nutritional supplements on him during this period of deep sleep.

Qiao Zhuo was subconsciously wrapped up in fatigue.

It wasn't until a slight sting came out from the needle hole of the indwelling needle that Qiao Zhuo really realized that he had walked out of that world.

The next second he regained consciousness, his throat started to become dry and hoarse, and his stomach began to convulse and ache.

But Qiao Zhuo chose to suppress his excitement, and cautiously asked tentatively in his mind: "System? Are you there?"

Qiao Zhuo waited patiently for a while, and his answer was a long silence.

The sizzling electric current that was often heard has completely disappeared.

He really is back.

become free.

The huge boulder on his chest came crashing down, and a wave of extreme exhaustion surged into his heart after relaxing.

The nurses in the ward also left one after another. Thomas and the doctor outside the door came in with crutches after learning about the situation.

The elegant smile on Thomas's face was the same as before, but there were many more fine lines on the corners of his eyes and his forehead. His gaze was very complicated, and his emotions were so intense that those eyes couldn't hold it.

Thomas took off his black gentleman's top hat, his voice was trembling and hoarse, he pursed his lips nervously, and said, "Master, welcome home."

Qiao Zhuo leaned on the hospital bed and smiled palely. He said jokingly, "Thomas, you don't know what I've been through these days."

Thomas put on his top hat, leaned on the crutch in his hand, and accepted the joke very affectionately, saying, "Master, you don't know what I've been through these days."

Thomas stepped forward and wet Qiao Zhuo's lips with a cotton swab.

Qiao Zhuo rolled his eyes, but the words he said hit the nail on the head and hit the nail on the head.

"Thomas, what the hell happened to Nebula? Why am I stuck in the game pod?"

"I want an answer, now."

Thomas originally wanted to wait for Qiao Zhuo's health to get better before talking about it, but judging from Qiao Zhuo's attitude, he didn't want to wait.

So Thomas could only call Duan Wenxuan, the new butler who had already succeeded him.

Duan Wenxuan and Qiao Zhuo are not strangers. Duan Wenxuan was always in charge of Qiao Zhuo's daily life during the time he went abroad, and the two got along quickly.

So when Duan Wenxuan walked into the ward with a large stack of documents, Qiao Zhuo narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Choose the key points."

Obviously Qiao Zhuo is very familiar with Duan Wenxuan's style, and he likes to chatter.

The fact that the person in charge of Qiao's was in a coma for two whole months has almost become a secret accident that all of them gritted their teeth and couldn't reveal the slightest bit.

With the sword hanging above their heads for too long, some people began to worry about whether Qiao Zhuo would wake up. During this period, Thomas and Duan Wenxuan blocked the news to appease people's hearts while continuing to deal with Qiao's official business. Both of them lost a lot of weight and were exhausted.Significantly.

Duan Wenxuan's eyes were red as he held the information, and he endured it before he said: "Master, we detained all the members of the research team as soon as you were trapped in the game room, and we didn't miss anyone.All researchers who have access to version 1.2 of Nebula are under our custody."

Qiao Zhuo caught a key point, as if confirming his conjecture.

Qiao Zhuo asked: "Us? Who else is trapped in the game room?"

Duan Wenxuan pursed his lips, and in the end Thomas sat on the side of the bed with a cane on his back and said softly: "There is also Mr. Xie."

"You entered the game cabin on the same day, and were trapped inside without responding at the same time."

Duan Wenxuan nodded following Thomas' words, and echoed: "In the past two months, Nebula's interior is probably already in chaos, but since the young master has woken up..."

Duan Wenxuan didn't go on with the rest, because after all, he didn't have any definite news.

No one knows whether the people trapped in the game room can come out again, and no one knows whether the other can wake up after one wakes up.

Everything is unknown.

In short, Qiao Zhuo is unfortunate, but also lucky.

When Qiao Zhuo heard this, he didn't know whether he should be happy that he guessed right or be more curious and confused.

At this moment, Qiao Zhuo had mixed feelings in his heart, now that he woke up, Xie Jing should be waking up soon.

Qiao Zhuo frowned slightly and asked, "I've been in the game room for the past two months? Haven't I come out?"

Thomas nodded and said, "Yes, no one dared to move it because they were worried that pulling it out might damage your brain."

The reason why the holographic game cabin can create an extremely realistic simulated reality is because its operation method is similar to that of an optical brain. It uses brain waves to connect data and the brain, and simultaneously loads them into the carrier.

Moving a comatose person in a game pod is basically like ripping off a patient's ventilator.

Qiao Zhuo's expression darkened instantly when he heard this answer.

The cannon fodder system and the villain system are all lies.

The game fell from the very beginning, and the people behind the scenes were waiting for Qiao Zhuo to lie down in the game room whose parameters had been adjusted long ago.

But what kind of person is it that makes Qiao Zhuo lose all his memory the first time he sits in the game room, and even completely thinks that he is a tasker, not a player.

Why does this layout involve him?

Just when Qiao Zhuo was lost in thought, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, a tall and handsome man who was also wearing a hospital gown but with a suit jacket on his upper body broke into Qiao Zhuo's ward.

Neither Thomas nor Duan Wenxuan had time to stop it.

Even Qiao Zhuo was still stunned on the hospital bed, but Xie Jing directly grabbed Qiao Zhuo's wrist, lowered his head and kissed him.