owlsbooks Chapter 587 Doubts Arise, Night Dew Temporarily Ceases
Chapter 587 Doubts Arise, Night Dew Temporarily Ceases
Some time ago, before Mo Chen led the team back to courtyard number 5905.
After returning to her residence from the development zone and seeing off the kind-hearted Lorne, Su Nuan went back to the living room.
She brewed herself a pot of hot tea, still with garlic slices, and pondered the face that resembled her deceased friend so much, yet also had some differences.
Almost every member of the Longan Fengnian Agricultural Research Institute knows the renowned name "Yuan Jiahe".
Yuan Jiahe, the rice plant spirit girl, is the youngest academician in the entire academy, without exception.
At the young age of twelve, he was exceptionally admitted to Long'an Central Agricultural University and then entered the Fengnian Agricultural Research Institute as a doctoral student to continue his studies.
Yuan Jiahe inherited the mantle of his elders, specializing in the field of fast-growing rice, and is regarded as a future star in the agricultural field of Long'an and even the entire modern world.
The elder who adopted her and her guide was none other than the highly respected and devoted old sage of Long'an.
Despite his young age, Yuan Jiahe is already recognized as a "genius" at the Fengnian Agricultural Research Institute.
Within a year of being admitted to the hospital, he successively overcame several key issues related to fast-growing rice, which more than doubled the yield and quality of this crop.
The rice planted in the No. 5905 courtyard development area was a product invented by the old sage and improved by Yuan Jiahe.
Before heading to War Zone 59 to research her own project, Su Nuan accepted Yuan Jiahe's commission.
This brilliant junior wanted her to visit the wartime courtyards in the war zone where rice was grown, to conduct firsthand research on the yield and quality of the crop.
This also explains why, shortly after arriving at Courtyard 5905, Su Nuan asked Lorne to allow her to visit the development zone for an on-site inspection.
The little girl called Ali that Su Nuan met in courtyard number 5905.
Her race is also rice plant spirit, and she has a very similar appearance to Yuan Jiahe.
This strange discovery made Su Nuan temporarily put aside her work and return to her residence to sort out her thoughts.
Gently blowing away the garlic slices floating on the surface of the tea, Su Nuan took a sip of the warm yet spicy tea.
She tried to use the unique stimulating sensation of garlic tea to keep herself awake.
The teacup spun slowly in Su Nuan's hand, and the rising steam blurred her vision.
“Yuan Jiahe…Ali…”
Su Nuan repeated the two names softly, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the side of the teacup.
The youngest ever academician of agriculture, and an ordinary girl who looks remarkably like him, living in a courtyard in a war zone.
The relationship between these two things cannot be explained by mere coincidence.
They have very similar faces, but Su Nuan had never heard of Yuan Jiahe having an older or younger sister.
"Twin sisters?"
The thought flashed through Su Nuan's mind, but she quickly dismissed it as absurd.
When that child was adopted by the old sage at a young age, he was indeed all alone.
If Yuan Jiahe really had a sister, then Long An could not possibly be completely unaware of it.
Holding the hot tea in her hands, the spiciness of garlic and the aroma of tea lingered on her tongue, just like Su Nuan's chaotic thoughts at this moment.
"Could it be... a clone?"
Another thought popped into her head, but it suddenly sent a chill down Su Nuan's spine.
In today's modern world, with its highly advanced genetic technology, achieving "cloning" is simply a piece of cake.
Although cloning is listed as a taboo technology by the federal government due to the establishment of ethics laws, it is prohibited from use.
However, in the modern world, many forces possess cloning technology.
The faction that most frequently uses this forbidden technology is none other than the Federation's long-standing nemesis—the Empire.
Yuan Jiahe is regarded by Long An as a top scientific research talent of national treasure level, and is also the successor of that senior. How could her genes have been scattered outside and used to create clones?
Su Nuan subconsciously gripped the teacup in her hand, unable to calm down for a long time.
If it really is related to cloning, then in her view, everything makes sense.
Similar appearance, the same race, and even the same talent to change the nature of rice.
(The rice in courtyard No. 5905 was completely different from the rice Su Nuan had seen in other parts of the war zone; the former produced unexpected positive changes.)
No, perhaps... I'm just overthinking it...
Before she knew it, the tea in Su Nuan's cup had gone cold, and the pungent garlic flavor had become cloudy.
But I should go find the homeowner and ask about Ali.
Having made a decision in her heart, Su Nuan put down her teacup, but unconsciously reached for her phone.
Her fingertips hesitated on the screen for a moment, but in the end, she did nothing.
Waiting, observing, asking questions, and thinking—that's what Su Nuan is prepared to do.
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Courtyard No. 5905, in the community, inside the tavern run by Nata.
Although Nata, the head bartender, is still in the ruins and has not yet returned to the courtyard, the bartenders she recruited are currently warmly welcoming a large group of customers who have just arrived.
The heavy-armored mercenaries swarmed into the tavern, instantly filling the usually deserted place to capacity.
Captain Glaius, along with two captains (Iron Fist and Wall Skin), went to the courtyard to discuss the payment, while the Heavy Edge mercenaries, led by Vice Captain Feng Ye and two captains (Spear Tip and Shell), went to the tavern to relax.
With the crisp sound of the bottle being opened, the exhausted Heavy Edge mercenaries drank heartily and chatted over toasts.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of malt, the smoky scent of roasted meat, and the unique smell of sweat mixed with leather.
Feng Ye found an empty table and sat down, placing the long sword at his waist aside. While casually wiping away the dust, he didn't forget to scan the entire room with his sharp eyes.
They appeared to have relaxed their guard, but in reality, they were scrutinizing this unfamiliar environment.
The tavern was filled with waves of noise, the rough laughter of the Heavy Edge mercenaries, the clinking of glasses, and exclamations of praise for the fine wine and food, almost lifting the roof off the tavern.
The long-lost noise around him allowed Feng Ye's nerves, which had been tense for several days, to relax a little.
But he clearly understood that as one of the core members of Chongfeng, he could not become completely immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.
It is both the duty of a deputy commander and the heart of a martial artist.
"Sir, would you like a drink?"
The bartender's voice rang in Feng Ye's ears. He turned his head and saw a young bartender holding a tray standing beside the table.
The amber-colored liquor swirled in the stemmed glass, exuding a refreshing coolness that created a wonderful contrast with the sweltering atmosphere of the pub.
"Thank you."
Feng Ye nodded his thanks, took the wine glass, and drank the wine in one gulp.
A refreshing sensation swept through my mouth, then turned into a warm current, sliding down my throat like a clear spring in an oasis, washing away the dust and fatigue of many days.
"Good wine, does it have a name?"
Feng Ye swirled his wine glass and asked with interest.
“Night Dew on the Sandbar, sir. The boss said this wine is perfect for mercenaries like you.”
The bartender smiled shyly and answered Feng Ye's question.
"I understand, it really is a good fit."
Feng Ye nodded slightly to the bartender, indicating that the night dew from Shazhou was indeed quite good.
Just as he was about to order another drink, the tavern door was forcefully pushed open by a small, familiar figure wearing a cloak.