Half an hour later, the butterfly, Marie Curie, was invited over.
The real person was much prettier than the image on Fang Er's physics textbook.
Golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes seemed to pierce one's soul.
Her elegant long dress made her look like a queen from a fairy tale.
"Butterfly, Marie Curie, greetings, Your Grace."
Upon entering, she bowed gracefully to Fang Er.
"Sit!"
Fang Er gestured to the chair opposite him and smiled.
After Madame Curie was seated, he got straight to the point.
"I heard the pattern on your forehead was tattooed with pigment number 290."
"Could you tell me how you felt after getting it?"
As soon as he asked about this, Madame Curie's eyes lit up.
"Your Grace, first, thank you for providing us with such an ideal research environment."
"Being able to communicate with predecessors and successors is a dream come true for every researcher."
"I got this butterfly tattooed three days ago, and the very next day I felt like the world had changed!"
"I could even hear mosquitoes breathing and flowers blooming!"
"I can analyze the rotation of a spinning top and predict which way it will tilt next, or even when it will fall."
"I can also feel my heartbeat, with each beat having a different intensity."
"There are many such changes!"
"But most importantly, I feel that my thinking is sharper than before, and my brain seems to have become a bit smarter."
Fang Er was stunned!
He stared at Madame Curie in disbelief, not doubting the truth of her words.
Her transformation sounded like something he himself had experienced!
But that was after being electrocuted countless times!
Now, Madame Curie in front of him had achieved this just by using the so-called pigment number 290?
"There is a pile of ants behind the door, tell me, how many are there?"
He asked with a grave expression.
"Three. Two are slightly larger, and one is smaller," Madame Curie replied confidently.
"How many holes are there at the base of the wall outside the door!"
"Two!"
"How many bird nests are there on the tree to the left?"
"One, it seems to be a magpie's!"
"Three meters east of that tree, how many cigarette butts are in the flowerbed?"
Madame Curie furrowed her brow, then slowly shook her head after a moment.
"I'm sorry, I can't see that far."
Fang Er was somewhat disappointed by this answer.
Based on these questions, he confirmed that Madame Curie's brainwave range was approximately five meters centered on herself.
However, this already proved the magic of pigment 290!
"Alright, you all continue with your work. I need to take these pigments for analysis."
"Before the results are out, no one is allowed to use these pigments for tattooing!"
Fang Er stood up and pushed the door open, leaving.
Xie Zong, along with his men, packed up the pigments and their corresponding data.
Back in Research Room Number Three, he ordered these items to be sent to Sun Simiao.
Sun Simiao had formed a medical research group with Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, and others. With the materials in their hands, he only needed to wait for the results.
He spent half a day in Research Room Number Three, and seeing the sky darken outside, he packed up his things to go home.
As he stepped out, he heard Li Xiaogong's roar from Research Room Number Eight across the way.
"I want it fast!"
"Don't give me any excuses!"
"With my skills, how could I die in a car accident? Are you kidding me!"
Fang Er subconsciously stopped, walked over, and peered through the window.
The moment he looked, he froze.
Li Xiaogong!
What the hell are you trying to do?
He then rushed in and shouted at Li Xiaogong.
"Li Laojiu, put that thing down!"
This fool had snatched an engine!
But Li Xiaogong, with a stern face, pointed at Fang Er and complained.
"Brother, you've changed!"
"You used to think of your old brother when you had good things!"
"Now, your old brother just takes one of your engines, and you actually ran over here to stop me!"
"Has our bond faded after all?"
Fang Er was speechless at these words. Was this really about just one engine?
"I don't have a problem with you taking the engine!"
"Not a single problem!"
"But did you take the wrong one?"
"This is a rocket engine, damn it..."
Li Xiaogong let out a cold snort, "So what if it's a rocket engine?"
"Brother Jiu has already measured the dimensions; it's about the same size as a Wuling's carriage."
"When I drag my car out of the lake, I'll remove the rear door and the last two rows of seats, and it'll fit perfectly inside!"
Fang Er: ...
Brilliant idea!
I just hope your soul can keep up with your body...
"Go, go, go. If you want a car, I'll give you two!"
"Don't bother them. Making an engine isn't easy, and it can't be used as your toy!"
Saying that, he pulled Li Xiaogong and walked outside.
They left the research institute and headed home.
Just as he arrived home, he saw a helicopter parked at the entrance.
The number was Shen 01, belonging to Chai Shao?
"Old Chai Gou is here?"
Li Xiaogong recognized the number and excitedly walked into the yard.
Only peers could truly have fun together. Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui, those two old men, spent their days by the village entrance watching young girls.
Fang Er was also extremely bored, spending his days immersed in the research institute.
With Chai Shao's arrival, there would be plenty of excitement.
However, after taking just a couple of steps, he stopped.
He pointed inside at Fang Er with a look of confusion and said, "Brother, listen closely, what is that sound!"
Fang Er held his breath and pricked up his ears to listen.
"Slap..."
"Do you dare again?"
"Slap..."
"I don't dare, I don't dare, my dear grandmother, my old back is about to break!"
"Slap..."
"Break? It's good if it breaks! Then you won't be chasing after other women every day!"
"Slap..."
"Grandmother, our daughters are watching, can you leave me some dignity?"
"Slap..."
"Dignity? I'll tear down your whole self!"
"..."
Fang Er: ???
Listening to the commotion, it sounded like his mother-in-law was disciplining his father-in-law?
What had his dear father-in-law done to incur such wrath?
The helicopter's engine was still warm, so was he delivering himself to his doom from a thousand miles away?
Li Xiaogong also recognized the sound and pulled him towards the living room.
"Hahaha, come on, let's go watch the show!"