I Have A Super USB Drive

Although Norman is sixty-nine years old, he dares to swear that he has absolutely no signs of Alzheimer's. After all, he has his own personal doctor who will perform tests in this regard every month.

Not only that, in the various examinations I have done, the brain has always been the healthiest part of myself.

So, everything just now is really not an illusion?

Someone walked up to him, took advantage of his squinting, and replaced the newspaper in his hand with an invitation letter?

Norman thought that he was not old enough, not to mention, if someone really came in, how could his bodyguard and secretary be unaware?

Thinking of this, Norman raised his head again and looked around cautiously.

However, there was still no movement around, except for the secretary who was cleaning the bookshelf behind him, and the two guards standing quietly at the door.

At this time, if it wasn't for the extra invitation letter in his hand, I'm afraid even Norman himself would begin to doubt himself.

"Emily..."

Norman couldn't help crying.

"Mr. Norman, here I am."

Immediately, a middle-aged woman with a strong perfume swept up to the front, and bent down to reveal her stalwart mind, "Do you need me to pour you a cup of health tea?"

"No, Emily, did anyone pass me just now?"

Norman stared at the woman in front of him, as if to see through her.

"How, how could it be, Mr. Norman."

The secretary's expression changed slightly, and then he said strangely, "This is your private office. Except for me and Leo, who else can come in without being notified?"

"Is that so?" Norman gradually looked away. He lowered his head and looked at the invitation letter in his hand with a thoughtful look.

"Hey, Mr. Norman, when is this invitation..."

Finally, the secretary also saw the invitation letter that suddenly appeared in Norman's hand, and was a little surprised.

"It's none of your business."

Before the woman could finish asking, Norman gave him a cold look.

The secretary quickly woke up when he heard the words, and quickly swallowed the doubts that came to his mouth.

She has been professionally trained, and naturally understands what to ask and what not to ask, but she was too surprised just now, after all, ten minutes ago, her boss did not have this thing in her hands.

After the woman returned to her position, Norman carefully looked at the invitation letter in his hand.

Since he can avoid his elite bodyguards and the eyes of this stupid woman, and send the invitation letter to himself, no matter how the other party does it, this invitation letter is worth seeing.

The cover of the invitation is a somewhat weird logo, a robotic hand wants to touch a human hand, and below the logo, there is a small slogan:

"Sacred place of science, forbidden zone of God."

Norman is not a devout Christian, but the moment he saw the logo, he couldn't help frowning.

"It's really bold. Does this slogan and this pattern want to express the meaning that science can replace God?"

Norman murmured in a low voice, then he snorted coldly and turned the first page.

Immediately, a paragraph of text written by a gel pen came into view.

At first glance, this passage doesn't seem to be anything special, but the more you look closely, the more you can feel the goodness of it.

Because the spacing between letters in these words, or the similarity between the same letters, is almost the same.

You must know that even if a calligrapher who has been practicing for decades deliberately writes two identical letters, it is difficult to do exactly the same thing. This is not a technical problem, but a problem of human control of their own muscles.

It is impossible to write the exact same letter unless someone can control every minute of his muscles with unparalleled precision.

But is there such a person in the world?

Norman may not have believed it before, but at this time Norman had to believe it, because he couldn't see any difference between the entire paragraphs of text, just like the standard text typeset on a computer, clean and neat.

But anyone can see that this is by no means a font printed by a computer, because this text has a strong personal style, and the strokes are magnificent, and the strokes caused by handwriting cannot be easily simulated by a computer.

What kind of person can write such miraculous words?

Norman took a deep breath, and now he was more interested in the invitation.

"Dear Mr. Norman Foster:"

"When you see this text, it proves that it has been delivered to you, and please forgive us for leaving without saying goodbye."

"As you can see, we are an organization called 'God's Forbidden Zone', which was spontaneously founded by a group of people who are committed to the pursuit of prolonging life. eternal life."

"To this end, we launched a program called 'Human Lifespan Escape', which includes hundreds of scientific and technological projects to prolong human life. Today, we are implementing: aging reversal therapy, cloned organ transplantation, Alzheimer's reversal therapy, Thirteen projects including neural stem cell connection regeneration and cancer cell cyclin-dependent kinase."

"Among these projects, two projects, 'Aging Reversal Therapy' and 'Cloning Organ Transplantation', have been successful. Once these two technologies are used alternately, a natural person's lifespan can be extended by more than 30 years."

"For this reason, we have attached some materials of these two technologies. If you think the materials are not convincing, you can also log in to the URL provided in the invitation letter to view the video files of these two technologies."

"If you are interested in our project, please contact us on the webpage."

Finally, it is the signature of God's forbidden zone.

After reading this content, Norman's eyes couldn't help twitching.

I have to say that when he saw the words 'aging reversal treatment', his heart that should have looked down on everything suddenly jumped violently.

But immediately, this heartbeat turned into suspicion.

Fraud organization?

Norman was not without a similar situation.

There are similar cases in my own circle. Several old rich people in the financial world were persuaded to invest tens of millions because they found an organization similar to the Alcor Life Continuity Foundation on the Internet. Rolling money and running away, these old millionaires have become a big laughing stock in the financial world.

Norman didn't want to be a wise man, but when he was dying, he was ruined because of this.

But……

What if what they say is true?

Norman was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly—yes, even if he knew that this organization was mostly fake, could he just ignore it?

Norman's eyes were fixed on the words "extended lifespan by thirty years".

Now that I am sixty-eight years old, although my body is still strong, how long can I maintain this rare health?

I am no longer young, maybe I can live for ten to twenty years, or maybe I will be killed by a cold tomorrow, who can say such a thing?

Thinking of this, Norman sighed silently and straightened up from the reclining chair, "Emily, go out and call my son Leo in."

"Yes, Mr. Norman."