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With a clang, he shut the lid of the rice cooker, resealing the space-time particles, then looked at Liu Feng:
"Such a hard-won thing... Even if it's just a memento, as you say, shouldn't it be stored more carefully? This lab is still too unsafe."
"Well... how about we get a couple of safes for this place?"
Liu Feng suggested:
"But that wouldn't really make a difference other than taking up space, and safes aren't absolutely secure. Anyway, I no longer need this space-time particle for any of my experiments and research. If you have an appropriate warehouse, or a secure place like a bank vault, why not take it and store it for now?"
Warehouse...
Bank vault...
Lin Xian instantly thought of Tem Bank.
He thought of the hafnium alloy safes.
He thought of the little note Chu Anqing had written to him.
He thought that this was, after all, the space-time particle that Chu Anqing had secured for him.
