“There's something… I need to confess to you.” After stopping, Feng Bujue took the initiative to speak to Dr. Cox.

"What is it?" Cox, thinking that the other party was going to say something important, responded solemnly.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue stared at the coffee cup on her desk and said, "I also like to drink coffee."

As soon as the words fell, the expression on Cox's face twitched, then she sighed, looked up at D19, and said, "Agent, please unlock his handcuffs."

It seemed that Cox fully understood what Jue Ge meant.

"Are you sure, Doctor?" D19 didn't immediately comply, because he deeply felt... that this move carried a huge risk.

"Yes, I'm sure." But Cox gave a definite answer.

In that case, D19 didn't say anything more. He took two steps forward, slightly raised Jue Ge's wrist, and then, with his right thumb, pressed on a groove on the handcuffs.

In that instant, a slight electric current sounded. Then, Feng Bujue felt the pressure on his wrist suddenly decrease, and the handcuffs immediately deflated like a punctured lifebuoy, naturally falling off his hand.

"Unlocking by scanning the fingerprints of specific personnel..." At this moment, Jue Ge thought to himself, "The technology of this plane is really reasonable."

"Mr. Feng Bujue." After D19 removed the handcuffs, Dr. Cox immediately continued, "I hope you will not let me down and do something that will cause trouble for both of us."

"Save that kind of nonsense for others, Doctor." Jue Ge rubbed his wrist and replied calmly, "You and I both know that if I intend to use violence, these handcuffs... can't stop me at all." He paused, and added, "In fact, if I had that intention, from the very beginning... I wouldn't have let you put this thing on me."

Hearing this, Cox quietly looked at Feng Bujue for a few seconds.

Then, she snorted coldly and glanced at one side of the room: "The coffee machine is over there, help yourself."

Feng Bujue understood that the other party was taking the opportunity to change the subject and launch a new round of probing.

"You don't have to try me like this." Feng Bujue didn't walk in the direction the other party indicated, because he knew it would be a waste of time, "I can frankly tell you that your technological system is very different from my 'world'."

What he meant was—I don't know how to use that coffee machine that looks like a chandelier.

In addition, Jue Ge left a loophole here. He didn't say "your technology is more advanced than my world's", but used the phrase "the technological systems are different"... In this way, the other party couldn't judge the level of technology Jue Ge knew based on "era".

"Is that so?" Cox leaned back in her chair when she heard this, and replied in an uncommitted tone, "I would very much like to hear in detail... what your technological system is like."

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled, "Sure." He paused for half a second, then changed the subject, "I'll talk about anything after I've seen the data on ***-3232."

"Humph..." Cox snorted and replied, "I'm afraid I don't have the authority to transfer any project's data for you to see."

"Apply for it." Feng Bujue replied almost without thinking, and sat down on the chair in front of the other party's desk, crossing his legs.

"Mr. Feng Bujue, do you think this request you've made is reasonable?" Cox asked in an almost rhetorical tone.

"Of course it's reasonable." And Feng Bujue, again responded very quickly, "I myself am an existence that you cannot contain or fully understand, you know this... better than anyone. You know that if I want to, I can disappear in front of you at any time and never return; you also know... that I can completely use force to communicate with you, and I don't care about the risks that this might bring." He spread his hands, putting on a very arrogant look, "To put it more clearly - if I want to leave, I can leave, and before I leave, I can kill you easily, or do something else... like release some projects in this facility. Regardless of whether my actions will be stopped by you, for me... there is no loss in trying."

Speaking of this, Feng Bujue turned his head and snapped his fingers at D19: "Please, get me a cup of coffee, no sugar." After saying that, he looked at Dr. Cox again and continued, "Doctor, I think you are very clear about the above, otherwise, at this moment... we would not be sitting here talking." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You are a smart person. When I kicked Agent D19's clone away, you understood that I wanted to negotiate with you, otherwise I would have kicked hundreds of people to death before being handcuffed.

But... negotiation is not interrogation, both sides must have certain 'chips' to negotiate. Right now, my chips... or rather, my 'options' are clearly dominant, so I have sufficient conditions and reasons to make you make concessions first."

Jue Ge finished speaking in one breath. During the listening process, Dr. Cox's expression changed several times, and finally entered a state of speechlessness.

And Agent D19, while maintaining his expressionless state, stood behind him, hesitating in his heart—"Should I get him coffee?"

"Please... wait a moment." After a long while, Dr. Cox stood up, "I need to leave for a few minutes."

"Be my guest, I'm not going anywhere." Feng Bujue relaxed on the chair, raised his hands and pillowed his head.

"Agent, give him the coffee." Cox said to D19 as she walked out of the office.

D19 helplessly walked to the wall and began to operate the coffee machine.

Feng Bujue sat there and said without turning his head, "Agent D19, I'm curious... if I climb over to the other side of the desk now and touch Dr. Cox's computer, what would you do?"

As soon as Jue Ge said this, D19's coffee-making action suddenly stopped, but he quickly regained his composure and replied coldly, "All programs are encrypted. Without the operator themselves, you can only start some basic programs that come with the system."

"Ah... as expected." Feng Bujue had already guessed this, and at this moment he just wanted to confirm his reasoning through D19, "In an era where even handcuffs are unlocked by scanning fingerprints, theft must have become very difficult, right?"

"Although you seamlessly led the topic and used this kind of chatty tone..." D19 said, already walking back with a cup of coffee, "but your intention to extract technological intelligence about our world... is still quite obvious." He put the coffee in front of Jue Ge, "So, I refuse to answer your question."

"Okay, let's talk about something else." Feng Bujue shrugged and replied, "How old are you this year? Are you married? Do you have any children? Have you ever played group [beep—] with your clones?"

…………

After enduring Jue Ge's garbage talk for more than ten minutes, D19 was on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, at this time, Dr. Cox came back.

"Mr. Feng Bujue." The doctor said as soon as she entered the door, "I have reported your request to the higher-ups, and we still have to wait a while before we can get a clear response."

"Oh..." Jue Ge responded casually. The next second, he said something that made Dr. Cox's expression change drastically in a nonchalant way, "In other words... it will take some more time to forge a copy of the ***-3232 file, right?"

As soon as the words landed, Dr. Cox was stunned on the spot, her appearance... like a second-rate actor who suddenly forgot his lines on stage.

"Don't be so surprised." Feng Bujue said, "Before you went out, I knew what you were going to do." He drank his coffee and said calmly, "In the past ten minutes or so, you just ran to another room to observe my communication with D19, and by the way, arranged for the forgery of the document."

As he said that, he turned his head and smiled at the doctor: "Are you thinking right now...'Did he secretly put a bug on me'? And when I ask this question, you then think...'Can he read people's minds'?"

"Can you?" Cox simply asked.

"No." Feng Bujue replied.

"You are a very annoying guy, you know that yourself, right?" Cox's expression had become quite ugly when she said this sentence.

"Yeah~ I'm just that charming." Feng Bujue replied with a hippie smile, "But that's not the point..." He took another sip of coffee, "Doctor, even if you find ten people with the same level as you to play this kind of mutual probing game, I can play with you all day long. However... even if I have that patience, I don't have that time; so, I advise you—put away your tricks and save your colleagues some work; quickly hand over the real information of 3232... I know you yourself have that authority, when you brought me to this office, I knew that you were at least an O5 personnel."

Hearing this, Cox pondered for a moment, then turned to D19 and said, "Agent, you can go out first."

This time, D19 didn't express any objection, and turned around and left without saying a word...

On the one hand, D19 also understood that whether he was there or not wouldn't make much difference; if Feng Bujue wanted to get rough, he wouldn't be able to stop him anyway.

On the other hand, D19 really didn't want to be in the same room with Jue Ge anymore; in the past ten minutes... he felt that he had been subjected to some kind of mental pollution, and now he urgently needed to do a standard mental assessment within the organization.

"O5, you all heard it, right?" A minute later, Dr. Cox returned to the desk, pressed a button on the desk, and said to the communicator, "The fake document doesn't need to be made anymore, and... turn off the monitoring in the room."

Two seconds later, a sentence came from the communicator: "Okay, Doctor. Then... should we keep the video surveillance?"

"Of course." Cox glanced at Jue Ge when she said this, "If the video surveillance is turned off, you won't even know if the subject kills me and escapes from the room."

"Uh..." The reaction of the person on the other side of the communicator was a little awkward, "Understood, Doctor."

After a brief exchange, Dr. Cox ended the communication; at this time, Agent D19 had also left the room.

At this point, only Feng Bujue and Dr. Cox were left in the office, and... their conversations were no longer being monitored.

"I have also been in contact with some projects with higher intelligence." Dr. Cox said as she operated on her computer, "And you... are probably the most frustrating one I have encountered so far."

"Then I'm really honored..." Feng Bujue replied with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, Dr. Cox's hand had left the optical keyboard, and she gently pushed a floating tablet display on the table, turning its front towards Feng Bujue.

At this moment, the project file of [***-3232], namely Thriller Paradise, in the ****** was displayed on the screen.

"Can this screen be touched with fingers?" When Feng Bujue asked this question, his eyes were firmly locked on the tablet, rapidly collecting information from the picture.

"Yes, please feel free." Cox rested her elbows on the table, interlaced her fingers, and propped up her chin to reply.

"Okay." Jue Ge responded, and directly reached out and started dragging the scroll bar on the edge of the screen.

This shows... that he only used the time of those two sentences to finish reading the entire screen of content.

"Your reading speed is amazing." Dr. Cox looked into Jue Ge's eyes and made an accurate deduction.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Feng Bujue replied.

"I have also trained myself in this area, so I know... how difficult it is to do what you do." Cox continued.

"Okay, if we continue talking, we'll be talking about the difference in talent, there will be tears if we talk too much." An average person would shut up at this point, but Jue Ge had to add another sentence, "Your tears..."

…………

A minute passed, and Feng Bujue finished browsing all the information about ***-3232.

In the process of reading, he naturally also discovered... that this world was exactly the one he had experienced as "Rudy Austin" last time.

It's just that the era has been changed to the distant future.

From this, he immediately thought of two things to pay attention to—

First, ***-079 in this universe has long ceased to exist.

Second, although he has the information of more than two thousand *** projects in his mind, here... he must also consider the impact of the "time" factor on those projects.

For example... some biological projects may age or even die; some projects with limited total amounts may have been exhausted; and some projects may be damaged, outdated, or even completely lose their special properties due to the increase in the number of uses.

Considering the number, complexity, and unpredictability of *** projects...

Adding in the various assumptions of the Foundation in discovering, destroying, and replacing projects over the years...

Even for Feng Bujue, it would take a considerable amount of time to sort out all this information into a rough clue.