The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 309 Zhou Residence
Because she needed to pack her things, Jiang Hui naturally planned to get a good night's sleep in her mental space tonight, and would continue packing after she woke up.

She had already checked the materials she purchased at a nearby makeshift sorting station, where a basket of items prohibited from being brought to school was removed. The removal rate wasn't high, but it was much better than she had expected.

Moreover, there are no radiation-emitting tools among them, so it's fine to keep them at home. Let's just leave them for now and see if we can use them in the future, as long as we don't take them to school.

The sorting station also grouped similar materials together, making it easier for Jiang Hui to sort them. She only needed to roughly distinguish them, then put them in mesh bags and stuff them into the storage compartments.

Besides these, Jiang Hui also emptied out a basket of unidentified items, which were probably garbage that even the sorting station couldn't identify in terms of their properties and uses.

This basket contained even more items than the prohibited items she had sifted out from the campus. I really don't know how they got into the mecha-related section on the seventh floor. Were they trying to cheat the scale?

Jiang Hui quickly flipped through the pile and discovered that many of the items were things she had casually picked up at a shop earlier that day after being pushed back. The more people there were, the more distracted she became, picking up a few oddly shaped things to make up the numbers. Now it seemed… no wonder there was no one there; everyone recognized them immediately—they were just a bunch of completely useless junk.

Oh well, it was her first time visiting a recycling center, and she lacked experience, so there were bound to be problems. She'll just have to be more careful next time.

As for this basket of items, Jiang Hui was having some trouble dealing with it. They were classified as waste with little practical value, and most likely contained no usable energy—basically garbage. So, this pile couldn't be kept at home like the other items categorized as prohibited on campus. What use would this kind of garbage be?

Jiang Hui was wondering whether she should just pack it up and put it at the recycling station outside, so that the recycling robot could come and take it to where it was supposed to go the next day.

She casually rummaged through the things in the basket and was suddenly drawn to one of the rather neatly arranged square metal objects.

Jiang Hui instinctively scooped it up, placed it in her palm, and examined it from the inside out.

It was described as metal, yet it lacked the luster and feel of universally used interstellar metals. It felt light in her hand, but not like a plastic product. She held it in her hand, weighing it in her hand, studying it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

But this thing didn't seem like an ordinary object. Jiang Hui hesitated for a moment and threw it back into one of the mesh bags that needed further research, intending to keep it for later.

Seeing that it was almost time, Jiang Hui put the basket in the living room, thinking she would pick through the vegetables later to minimize waste.

She turned off the lights, leaving a large pile of mecha materials in the living room, and went back to her room first.

Suddenly, a dim light burst forth in the darkness, flashed by, and then quickly returned to stillness.

Jiang Hui, who had already entered the room, did not notice the unusual situation at this moment.

It was past midnight, and the room's occupant's spirit quietly entered another strange realm.

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The night is deep, and even people living in the distant starry sky cannot escape the living habits of humankind that have existed for millions of years. Most people have entered a deep sleep, while only a few are still working hard at their respective posts.

In the first ring of Star 732, within a military management base, a grand mansion of extremely high standard was brightly lit. The lawn outside was illuminated by long streetlights, their glow reflecting off the advanced military spaceships parked in the courtyard. Below, several neatly uniformed soldiers stood guard vigilantly, as if an enemy attack could strike at any moment.

However, the owner of the spaceship had already entered the mansion.

Inside the tall, deep hall, the staff moved about in perfect unison, as if they had all undergone rigorous training, their footsteps making not a sound. The corridor leading to the rear hall was lined with soldiers, all of them on high alert.

After passing through the long corridor, a side door opens into an inner room in the middle, leading to the courtyard on the first floor of the mansion, which is usually used to receive important guests.

Clearly, the owner of this mansion is currently entertaining a group of very important guests.

Four tall and strong soldiers stood neatly inside and outside the gate. Judging from their uniforms and ranks, it was hard to imagine what an important person was sitting inside.

However, the scene inside the room may be somewhat different from what everyone imagines.

There weren't many people sitting at either end of the long conference table.

Facing the entrance to the hall, on the main seat, sat an extremely thin man. His features were clearly handsome and refined, but his face was pale and his lips were cracked, giving him a sickly appearance.

He wore a gleaming black military uniform, with insignia representing the highest military rank in the empire adorning the collar and shoulders. His left breast was covered with various medals, hinting at his illustrious past military achievements.

This important figure was thin, and even with his back straight, it was hard to hide the frail bones beneath, though his upper body appeared normal. However, if someone looked closer, or if they moved a short distance from their seat, they would realize that the man was practically glued to it.

His legs were crippled below the knees, and he couldn't use his waist or legs for support. Without external support, he would have fallen long ago, given his imposing position high above the others.

Despite this, the other party's expression remained resolute and dignified, his eyes like those of a lone wolf, filled with caution.

There were also people seated on his left and right sides.

To the right, a seat lower than the others, sat a young man of rather ordinary appearance, yet his expression was remarkably shrewd, sharp as a hawk. He too wore a military uniform of considerable rank, and although the medals on his left were not as high as those of his superiors, they still foreshadowed his illustrious past. He was a corps commander of considerable rank.

To the left, slightly closer to the head of the table, sat a young man with youthful features. He wore a simple military uniform, lacking rank insignia, yet he exuded composure. His overall demeanor was refined and gentle, yet also possessed a certain inherited wisdom.

This was rather strange; a young man without military rank was in a higher position, above a legion commander… Yet no one present seemed to find it odd; on the contrary, they took it for granted, which clearly had its reasons.

If Jiang Hui were present at this moment, she would probably exclaim that she had made a divine prediction, because the young man seated at the head of the table on her left was none other than Zhou Xiuwen, the classmate she had just been talking about. He had been summoned home, yet he had come to attend this unusual event.

(End of this chapter)