A Headache-Inducing Dream
Facing the dream-like mist behind the door, Shang Jianyao walked in without any hesitation.
What greeted his eyes was a small room—it appeared to be a meeting room. There was a long white table in the middle and more than ten chairs from the same set around it. On the left was a white wall and a brown door, and on the right was a row of windows. However, it was pitch-black outside, and nothing could be seen.
As Shang Jianyao looked around, a figure appeared on every chair.
Their faces—both men and women—were blurry. In front of them were portable computers or notebooks with fountain pens.
"A meeting…" Shang Jianyao walked over happily and tried to join.
At this moment, a man stood up and walked to the front of the conference table, projecting the content on his computer to the screen. The next second, he said in Ashlandic, "We can see that these two chiral molecules exhibit completely different biological activity…"