"This is up to the doctor." Xu Huo saw that Meng Cun was indeed looking much better, so he asked how the chip decryption was going.
"A little progress. I don't know if it'll be useful to you." Meng Cun took out a pen and paper and wrote down a line.
"CKX8911?" Xu Huo looked at him. "A serial number?"
"The chip itself has no external serial number or identifying features, and the material is common in the game. I haven't cracked the chip's truly important contents. This number is probably a remnant from an overwrite."
"The person who did it didn't finish overwriting the contents, so they're incomplete," Meng Cun said. "Since it was removed from an Alien, it may have been recovered and reused. Maybe we can find some clues in the old information."
"Is that all?" The combination of letters and numbers was impossible to identify.
"I checked on the Jixin Terminal, but information like this definitely wouldn't be made public. You could ask a specialist." Meng Cun meant Dr. Deng. "He's not very honest, but he has to rely on you to stay alive now, so he should be happy to help."
Xu Huo asked Mr. Dong to bring Dr. Deng over.
Dr. Deng arrived quickly, as if he'd forgotten the earlier incident in the Laboratory. He kept chattering about how he'd just changed his clothes and was about to get to work, and told them to hurry up and say what they needed.
Xu Huo slid the paper in front of him. "Take a look at this."
Dr. Deng glanced at it casually. "It's very ordinary. Nothing special."
"It came from an Alien implanted with a chip in a pharmaceutical Laboratory." As soon as Xu Huo finished speaking, he clearly caught the sudden change in