Zhang Chen couldn't move his eyes away as he watched the children practicing martial arts in the school.

He's a little obsessed with those stretching movements.

He had never seen martial arts, but was attracted to it instinctively.

Know the goods.

Lan Ze checked the children's school schedule: "These children should be the youngest in the school. They entered school just after they turned six years old."

"It's not like they are only six years old." Zhang Chen said.

"How old do you think they are?"

"Eight years old?"

"..."

Lanze found that he had overlooked a small problem.

Under different living conditions, not only the mortality rate is affected, but also the body shape of people is different. Similarly, the standards of adulthood are also different.

"My dear grandson, you are sixteen years old. Shouldn't you be considered an adult?"

Zhang Chen hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Our children in China will not be considered adults until they are twenty years old. By then they..."

Lan Ze quickly made a comparison chart: a comparison of the body shapes of a 6-year-old and a 20-year-old. A 20-year-old child has broad shoulders and long legs, and both men and women are burly. "...to grow that big."

Zhang Chen was a little surprised and looked down at his thin arms.

"You are still far from adulthood. Because my children grow a little slower. They have to grow up to at least 24 years old."

"So..." Zhang Chen immediately realized a problem. "Then my partners..."

"The Space City Order is stupid."

Starting from babies, the children are classified into pros and cons according to specific indicators. At first glance, this seems to be no problem.

But if they had been doing this twenty years ago, the classification criteria, whether based on fitness, physical size, or intellectual performance, would have perfectly eliminated all children who grew slowly.

How can a child who grows slowly perform well among his peers?

Children who carry the Lan-02 mutation may not necessarily be worse than children of the same age in every aspect, and they may be able to compete if they are extremely talented.

But there is a high probability that they will all be eliminated.

As a result, the Order does not receive mutations.

At the same time, Zhang Chen and his friends were left to fend for themselves in the most barren corner of the old city.

Lanze's portable workstation buzzed as he received Mo Mo's report materials.

Lan Ze browsed it casually and forwarded it to Lao Jiang in person. He couldn't help but sigh:

"The Space City Cult is really stupid."

Using young children to conduct destructive human experiments... These religious believers whose brains are in energy-saving mode are stupid and bad. They are desperate to die.

It is better to expect them to have a flash of inspiration and do something useful; it is better to expect their gods to take them directly to heaven to enjoy happiness.

Just leave the real world to ordinary people.

Lao Jiang read the materials for a while: "These evidences are very powerful in court. You ask Mo Mo if we can try to protect the original paper documents and keep as many copies of the video records as possible."

Those human experiments back then were shocking.

The Space City Cult is acting perversely in private. However, it has fabricated the population data on the surface. It has created a false prosperity, attracting believers from all over the solar system and neutral people who sympathize with them, and continues to contribute manpower and material resources to them.

Once the lid of the space city is lifted and the black materials about the organized crime of the Order are handed over to the International Court of Justice, the crimes of the Order's management can almost be liquidated.

International neutrals would immediately move from pity for the Order to a stance of condemnation.

It would be even more satisfying if the cult became angry and took the initiative to launch a war against China.

The operation of the space city relies heavily on the outside world. Space manned equipment is particularly fragile.

It is difficult to build a city, but easy to destroy it.

If you are compassionate and want the residents of the city to survive, it will be even more difficult.

Even if a war breaks out, the issue of war criminals will ultimately be resolved by the courts.

"I asked him." Lan Ze agreed and asked another small question, "Brother Jiang, look. With these things, can we legally return to China together before my grandson's seventeenth birthday?

"

"It's hard to say." Lao Jiang knew that what he was asking was actually about Zhang Chen's identity. "What did his father say? He doesn't want to recognize this child?"

"I didn't ask." Lan Ze said without any guilt. "That kid has been burdened with too many things over the years, and it's been difficult for him. Before I came out to find my grandson last year, he took a leave of absence to visit temples."

At present, it seems that Zhang Chen neither needs a mother nor a father. He is very happy to have his grandfather to care for him.

Zhang Chen doesn't speak and pretends to be deaf every day.

Comrade Lao Jiang pondered: "Zhang Lanyue...he is still trapped in Crescent City."

Zhang Chen opened his eyes wide and wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't speak.

"He is the only one left among so many people. What can I do if I don't think about it? He returned to the earth alive, and his mother died a little relieved." Lan Ze stood up. "Let's go, let's go have lunch?"

Zhang Lanyue actually no longer exists in the world. The remaining part after death is called Lan Mo.

"You go first. I'll finish reading everything." Lao Jiang smiled, "Please leave two people to accompany me."

"I'll ask them to bring you food later."

"OK."

Lanze's room has almost become their office center at the Changxia Sanatorium.

In addition to the regular encrypted connection with Shenzhou, it is also connected to six archangel superiors, the predecessors of Crescent Space City, the Beacon Center at home that has just been expanded by Momo, and the full-time communications at the Shenzhou Experimental Base.

super brain.

Lan Ze took Zhang Chen, turned left out of the room, and randomly bought some new clothes that fit the child at the service center. He changed into them on the spot.

He asked Zhang Chen to throw away the old clothes, but the grandson was reluctant to throw them away. The security team leader smoothed things over and said he could wear them while sleeping. So the old clothes were held in Zhang Chen's arms.

Lan Ze saw that his grandson seemed to have something on his mind.

But he pretended not to see it.

Anyway, after reading Mo Mo's report, he was not in a good mood.

After entering the restaurant, Lan Ze asked the young people from the security team to run and take away the lunch box for Lao Jiang. He was a bit random when he ordered the food himself.

"Grandpa, grandpa, the food is enough."

The meals Lan Ze ordered were very neat. They were all meat dishes and almost the same color.

"Grandpa, what staple food should we eat?"

"You order what you want to eat. I only eat meat today. No one can stop me from being a picky eater."

"Grandpa..." Zhang Chen's beautiful eyes were filled with mist, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I will work hard to eat in the future..."

"It's none of your business. I hope that every child in the world has the right to be picky about food. Today..." Lan Ze picked up the big elbow with chopsticks, tore off a piece and gave it to Zhang Chen. "I just want to eat a lot.

A meal."

There are only two things on his mind now: eat a big piece of meat, and then have a long sleep.

He killed half of the big elbow in his hand in just a few bites.

Eating all the meat and vegetables on the table is enough to hibernate for a week.

"When you're full, you can go back and play with Qianchen. I'll go out and walk around." Grandpa told his grandson.

The grandson shook his head: "Xiaochen can take care of them by himself. I made an agreement with my uncle, Teacher Li, and he will take me to calculate the magnetic field of Venus."

"Are you interested in Venus?"

"Well. This is a great thing." Zhang Chen's eyes flashed with wonder. "Uncle is really as powerful as my father."

"..." Lan Ze couldn't say much about this comparison.

They are all his sons anyway.

"By the way, grandpa." Zhang Chen asked carefully, "What can a seventeen-year-old from China do?"

"What do you think?"

"Work? Get married? Go to an alien planet and spread God's will?"

Lan Ze smiled: "I can't do anything. I just want to be a year older and have fun."

"That's it..." Zhang Chen was a little disappointed. "Then my dad..."

Sun Tzu's thoughts jumped too fast, Lan Ze chewed on his big elbow and looked at him calmly.

"...Would he be willing to see me as an adult? Then I can take care of him."

"You want to take care of the murderer?" Lan Ze narrowed his eyes.
To be continued...