No more wasted time, Professor Zhang looked at the display screen in front of him and had carefully modified the final opinion several times: "Year, month, day, hour, 37th observation results, no abnormal changes, target heartbeat 57-61, blood pressure 85-125, muscle reaction... brain activity... physical activity... In summary, the medical team believes that the target is still in a state of fatigue, shallow sleep, and sleep in the medieval world has no direct impact on the target's real body... It is not recommended to wake up."

"Do you have any comments?"

After reading it in full, Professor Zhang looked around again. The last time he made sure there was no objection, he finally pressed the confirmation button on the keyboard in front of him and issued the final release after carefully modifying it several times.

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One second later.

The medical team's report was sent to the Intelligence Analysis Center.

The three officers responsible for the preliminary information screening carefully read the complete text and expressed their opinions respectively.

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After 1 and a half minutes.

The medical team report marked with the opinions of three officers, one supervisor, and one team leader was transmitted to the higher-level intelligence department.

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Two minutes later.

A certain analysis department of the People's Liberation Army Academy.

After receiving the report sent by the officer, Yang Dan quickly glanced at the title, glanced at the analysis data of heartbeat and blood pressure in front of him, jumped to the conclusion of the last part, grabbed the pen and quickly struck a few words, and signed his name.

"This is transferred to the Second Department of Staff..."

The officer took the report and Yang Dan pressed his head hard. After seven hours of high-intensity work, Yang Dan's head had already hurt and the blood vessels in the forehead had probably become a mess.

Just like the piles of messy and countless files in front of you.

They come from military departments and scientific research institutions from all directions of the earth, and record various types of information, data, analysis results, next suggestions, and so on, and can't tell whether they can't tell whether they are important or insignificant.

What is even more troublesome is that such things are often contradictory and conflicting, and the only thing that can be determined is their rapid increase in number and speed.

“Beep…”

Another document drilled out of the exit of the No. 23 fax machine.

This is an analysis result from Europe and France.

After sitting here for more than ten years, Yang Dan has long remembered the numbering rules of these fax machines.

The officer on duty in District 4 quickly browsed the documents and signed his name. The documents were quickly transferred to Yang Dan, and the content that had been translated into Chinese was brief and clear:

French shared intelligence (confirmed): At 18:47 on the 1st 2001, the behavior of the object No. 1 is to explain the labor content of the next day.

Analysis results (confirmed): Important characteristics of the serf class: uncertain labor, that is, the work content of the next day is unknown that night. The main object's family social status is determined to exclude the serf class.

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It will arrive soon the next day.

"Los...Los..."

Shaking his hair... I was so sleepy... Wu Qingchen turned over and pushed away his arm.

"Los...Los!"

It was so noisy... Wu Qingchen opened a ray of eyes hazy, blinked slightly, and jumped up suddenly in an instant.

It's so miserable! The alarm clock is not ringing... I'm going to be late! Mobile phone, mobile phone, what about the damn phone?

Grasping the bed and turning it around hard, Wu Qingchen's hands froze suddenly.

He was not a light yellow bed sheet under him, but a hardwood covered with hay, and a silk pajamas, but a rough inner robe.

Why don't you just dream... I'm still in this damn place...

Turning back, Grace stood beside the bed, staring at Wu Qingchen inexplicably tossing the bed with a strange look on his face.

Touching his face to make himself more awake, Wu Qingchen coughed and grunted vaguely.

Grace didn't ask anything, and quietly waited for Wu Qingchen to follow the steps he had written when he took off his clothes last night, slowly put on his outer robe, and got up completely from the bed, before pointing to the two wooden sticks placed obliquely beside the bed.

"Yilah, Desershid..."

Wu Qingchen could already understand this sentence, "For you, let's go."

Isn't this the wooden stick that my father pointed at last night? Wu Qingchen raised his head and found that Grace's hands were holding the hand rake and wooden shovel that his father pointed at last night.

Grace waved and walked to the door with Wu Qingchen, who was still a little confused. His father was already standing outside the door. When he saw the two of them coming out, he nodded and walked straight ahead.

Is this... going to start construction?

"Brother..."

Walking out of the wooden house, looking into the distance, and then looking at the sky. Wu Qingchen, who came to the medieval world, had tears in his eyes, and could no longer suppress the excited feelings in his heart.

Looking at Grace who stayed to wake him up, Wu Qingchen called out "Big Brother" for the first time.

"It's dark everywhere, and there are stars in the sky! Brother, you are my brother! You are even more poisonous than Huang Shiren. Zhou Papi is not as cruel as you are in the middle of the night!"
Chapter completed!