Shen Le frowned miserably as he pieced together the things in his hands. He picked up one piece, put down another, picked up another, then put it down again.
He shifted them back and forth, changed the angle one moment and flipped them over the next, shaking his head nonstop.
"This doesn't feel right... Still doesn't feel right... It just won't fit together..."
Across the huge worktable, Curly-Bearded Guest sat facing him, watching Shen Le with the patient gaze one might give a newly initiated but genuinely talented student.
Of course, that patience had a prerequisite: what Shen Le was piecing together were not the original metal fragments that had jumped out of the earth, but a batch of replicas.
Yes. To accommodate Shen Le's need to "work wherever he went," Huang Yutong had renovated a row of laboratories in his own residence.
The side annexes on both sides had been put to use. The left wing had been renovated into living quarters for guests, with room for dozens, even a hundred people, no problem at all.
The right wing, a house dozens of meters long, had been entirely converted into laboratories. Separated by a long alleyway, even if there was some commotion, there was no need to worry. If absolutely necessary, they could even blow it open directly and abandon this section.
In the laboratory, one room was packed with Storage Boxes, capable of maintaining constant temperature and humidity, isolating oxygen, and storing all the recovered items inside.
Another room held commonly used small instruments, such as scanners and handheld X-ray diffraction instruments.
Another room contained a huge worktable, surrounded by all sorts of tools to make hands-on work convenient for Shen Le...
Naturally, Shen Le had sent every metal fragment that had automatically jumped out of the earth