Walking down the stairs, they came upon a fairly small underground laboratory.
Automatic sensor lights lit the place brightly, and instruments, furniture, and machining equipment filled it to the brim.
Calling it a laboratory was not quite appropriate, actually. This place was more like a private workshop, only slightly tidier than Pan Long's warehouse.
"Phew-cough, cough. Looks like nobody really has been here in ages."
Upon entering, Xia Xu spotted a workbench at the far end of the basement and walked over. He blew at the dust on the computer keyboard and screen, only to choke on it and break into a coughing fit.
"If your dad left any information behind, it should be on the computer. Try seeing if it still boots up. I'll look around."
Glancing at the computer, which looked as though a single touch would instantly turn his entire hand black, Xia Xu abandoned the idea of turning it on himself. After saying a few words to Pan Long, he began looking around.
Before long, a nearby cabinet caught his attention.
It was a bookcase, its middle shelves packed with books. Xia Xu pulled out a few at random and found that they all concerned biology, machinery, or software.
Besides holding books, however, this bookcase also served as a storage or display cabinet. Several objects were displayed in small compartments on either side, enclosed behind translucent glass doors.
Opening a cabinet door, the first thing he saw was something resembling a pair of glasses.
He called it something resembling glasses because the lenses were extremely narrow, only about two fingers wide. Lenses that narrow would barely cover his eyeballs.
Moreover, the frames and temples were not slender like those of ordinary glasses. Instead, they were angular, silver-white metal strips a finger thick. A closer look revealed