Chapter 129: High-Quality Couples and Humans with Normal Values

"Did you get the shot?"

Inside the teaching building, Johnson whispered to Peter, who had just scrambled up to the third floor.

While chatting with his advisor earlier, Johnson had felt like someone was watching him the whole time. It might have been surveillance personnel from some faction. If he hadn't been afraid of dragging his advisor and the others into it, he would have gone over to ask that guy, "What are you staring at?!"

Peter landed nimbly and shook the phone in his hand. "Of course, I got it perfectly clear. But it doesn't look like he was watching us."

"Quick, let me see." Johnson took the phone. The first thing he saw was an extremely blurry photo; he doubted it even had eight megapixels. After zooming in, the clarity wasn't even 360p.

"What kind of phone is this?" Johnson frowned.

"I didn't want this either. Aunt May said hobbies are a distraction from one's goals. It's already pretty good that the phone she bought me can take pictures at all." Peter leaned in, trying hard to make out the figure in the image. "Just this one, the one wearing the delivery uniform."

"I know, the problem is I can't see it clearly. If I'd known, I would have given you my phone. Right, I know who I can ask about this." Johnson thought of a solution and sent the photo directly to Jarvis, asking it to help process it.

A minute later, a photo so clear that even the pores were visible was transferred to Johnson's phone.

Looking at the person on the screen, Johnson hesitated slightly. After matching the face in his mind for a long time, he spoke uncertainly, "Bruce Banner?"

"Who's that?" Peter asked curiously.

Johnson was still a bit dazed. "The guy who always stayed one step ahead of me."

"Ah! He got seven doctoral degrees, and now he's delivering food?!" Peter felt like there was something wrong with the world.

"Not sure. I'll send it to my advisor to see." Johnson's mood suddenly soured. After sending the photo with a brief text to his advisor, Johnson leaned against the railing, feeling a bit melancholy.

"Professor, do you have a conflict with him?" Peter asked in a low voice.

Johnson shook his head. "He is a very wise, very kind person who never fell into the trap of knowledge."

"Trap of knowledge?"

"It refers to those who look down on people with less knowledge in certain areas than themselves. Banner isn't that kind of guy. On the contrary, he is very willing to listen to others' suggestions—though whether he accepts them is another matter."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"That's why I was so surprised when I later found out he was wanted for breaking the law." Johnson wiped the screen. Looking at that face, Johnson felt like he had returned to his graduate school days.

"Why don't you try divination?" Peter asked in return.

"I've already done divination," Johnson replied. Now, he didn't need to go through as much trouble for simple divination as he used to; a single thought was enough.

"He isn't here to do evil, nor was he framed, so... I don't know how to proceed to the next step yet."

"You can keep divining. Just ask it what to do, wouldn't that work?" Peter looked puzzled. With such a convenient ability as divination, why not use it?

Johnson rubbed Peter's head. "Divination is a tool. You can't let it make decisions for you completely; that would lead to big problems."

"Think about it: is divination as convenient as your own strength? If you have the power to easily flip a car, and you leave everything to your fists to decide, then one day in the future when a conflict arises in life, your fists will be faster than your thoughts."

Peter nodded, half-understanding. He didn't grasp the underlying logic, but what Johnson described was definitely not a future he wanted to see.

"So, you must maintain restraint and suppress arrogance. There are fewer and fewer rules in this world that can strongly bind us, so we must restrain ourselves—using morality or a bottom line."

"Okay, Professor, I understand." Peter blinked and quickly stopped Johnson from continuing his lecture. "Professor, are we still going to the biology conference?"

"Hmm..." Johnson thought for a moment. "Yes, why not? Since he isn't here to do bad things, we'll continue with our itinerary."

Several hours later, after Johnson had already finished a round of tea breaks and arrived back at the small conference room used for the break, his phone finally buzzed. It was a call from his advisor. It seemed the situation at the medical conference was very intense; otherwise, it wouldn't have taken so long to see the message.

Johnson pressed his headset. The call connected, but it wasn't his advisor's voice on the other end; it was a girl's voice.

"Hello, Professor Johnson, I'm Betty. Did you see Banner?"

"It should be him, but that was several hours ago. What's wrong?"

"Are you free now? I have something I'd like to ask you."

Johnson glanced at the coffee in front of him, which was almost finished. "I'm free. I'm in the small conference room on the third floor of the No. 4 teaching building. When will you be here?"

"I'll be there right away!" Betty was panting; it looked like she was running.

A few minutes later, Betty hurried over. After looking left and right, she came to Johnson. "Professor Johnson, is he still here?"

"I don't know."

"Then how did he look like he was doing?"

"Not sure."

"Then exactly when did you see him?"

"When we met this afternoon, he watched from the side for quite a while before I noticed him." Johnson handed her a glass of water.

Betty lowered her head, looking a bit self-reproachful. "He must have come to seek my help. How did I not see him?"

"Hmm... where are your advisor and your boyfriend?" Johnson asked.

"They are still attending the conference. I saw your message on the teacher's phone and came over first," Betty explained.

Not even a few minutes after she finished explaining, Mark and the advisor arrived at the small conference room one after the other.

Mark came up and grabbed Betty's hand. "Are you okay! Are you okay! Did that Bruce Banner hurt you?!"

"I'm fine, and why would he hurt me?" Betty was stunned for a moment.

The advisor beside them took two breaths and recovered. "Mark saw you leave suddenly, and combined with you sending us a message that Bruce Banner was back, he thought it was..."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I was too excited..." Betty was a bit embarrassed, then suddenly remembered a question. "You didn't call the police, did you?!"

"No, but I sent a message to your father," Mark said.

"My father?! It's over, it's over! Something's going to happen!" Betty was annoyed. "It's all my fault for not explaining it clearly to you. Banner isn't a criminal."

"He was framed?"

"Not exactly... This matter is very complicated. I'll try to keep it short. My father conducted a human experiment to create super soldiers. Banner didn't know and thought it was a new type of treatment experiment for cancer..."

"So, after his own designed plan showed significant results, the project was suddenly killed, and he tried it on himself. As a result, under the influence of gamma rays, he turned into a monster that would destroy everything whenever he got excited!"

"Banner has always wanted to turn back into a normal person, but my father thinks it's an unexpected joy, just meeting his requirements for super soldiers. He wants to turn Banner into a replicable weapon! Do you understand now?!"

Fortunately, the conference had started, and only a few of them were in the tea break area; otherwise, this news could have shocked some people's eyeballs out.

"No wonder your relationship with your father is so bad..." Mark muttered, then immediately reacted. "Damn, I messed up! We have to find him quickly and let him hide!"

"I know a few places he might be. We have to check them one by one." Betty brought a piece of paper and quickly wrote down several addresses.

"No need, come with me. I know where he is now." Johnson put on his hat and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Ah?" Betty looked at Johnson in confusion.

"You'd better believe him. When it comes to finding people, no one is more professional than him," Peter said, poking his head out.

"Alright then, my car is downstairs! Let's go now!" Betty said hurriedly.

"Take me with you. I made the mistake, I have to make amends, and if he gets emotional, I can help calm him down!" Mark said.

The advisor raised his hand. "Count me in too. I still know your father; maybe he can give me some face."

"Alright, alright, let's move out. We can talk about anything on the way. I drove my own car here, you guys just drive behind me," Johnson decided. "Peter, you sit in their car, keep an eye on the situation, and be careful of danger."

"No problem!"

Soon, two cars drove quickly out of Culver University, heading together toward a small, somewhat remote pizza shop. ===== CHAPTER 130 =====