Chapter 939: Lonely man and widow in the same room!

It is still said to the outside that a neurosis is being held here. It is just a statement to cover up the secrets of this island! ?
But no matter what, she will be locked up with others, which makes her a little nervous.
She doesn't have a gun, the other party hasn't worn isolation gowns, and if she is mentally ill, she can't communicate with them at all.
What is fear? Fear comes from the unknown about the future.
The unknown is terrible.
With a bang, An Ge'er was locked in.
Inside is a white laboratory, white smooth walls, smooth white floor tiles, and there are many books on the rows of bookshelves inside, and there are various weapon simulation videos on the big screens hanging on the walls.
But An Ge'er didn't pay attention to these first, but looked at the man with his back facing him.
He just sat on the ground with his back to himself, fiddling with something in his hands, looking very focused, even when he came in, he didn't look back.
An Geer coughed, wondering if he was mentally ill, coughed and tentatively said, "I'm sorry, may I ask you--"
"Shhhhh!"
The man raised his finger to his lips and made a silent gesture, and then continued to play with the things in his hand.
See this scene.
An Ge'er was inexplicably, curiosity gushing out of her heart.
She was wearing a thick isolation gown, and she drew closer.
He was so focused, what on earth did he do?
Also, what does this man who hasn't looked back look like?
An Geer leaned against the wall, walked to a direction level with him, and looked at the things in his hands.
It's just that when she saw that thing, her eyes widened.
Under what circumstances, she actually saw him developing a gun by herself?
In this place, he was re-developing a pile of parts and discarded guns in front of him, but it was not this that surprised An Ge'er. What was surprised was the design of the gun in his hand, which was very...unique.
And he seems to have encountered a bottleneck, so it is a bit difficult.
An Ge'er had been staring at the gun. She couldn't tell how weird this gun was. It had not been successfully developed, but she always felt that it was not an ordinary gun that fired bullets.
She was attracted and walked over a little bit.
Walking to his side, watching him frown, An Geer simply sat down on his side and pointed around the extended muzzle, "I want to say, I think it might be safer to add a protective cover here."
Why does she say that, because the design of this gun does not match metal bullets, it seems to be liquid, and it may be of other types.
When the man saw her interrupting, he turned his head to look at her.
An Ge'er was also caught off guard when he saw him turning back, and just saw his face, but this look made her look startled, and there were some subtle changes in her eyes.
This is a man who looks very mature, but he seems to be very mature. She can't tell how old he is. It seems that he is 30 or 40 years old, but the small frowns in the corner of his eyes are slightly exposed. His true age.
At first glance, he was in his thirties.
But actually?
An Geer doesn't know.
But there was one thing she didn't expect that this man turned out to be an Asian man. He was still good-looking at the age of thirty or forty. He looked mature and stable, and had beautiful eyes, but it seemed to make her feel vaguely familiar--