My winter break homework was exposed, and I, a vocational school student, am now being snapped up by

I saw the description of the props.

Lin Chen finally understood why Natasha had said that.

Celestial Master's Amulet?

Turn misfortune into good fortune?

Is this tool really useful?

Moreover, the effect of this item is simply to allow one to avoid risks for 12 hours, or one day.

Will this allow me to return home safely?

Lin Chen could afford 300 academic points, but the description of the item was simply not reassuring.

In addition, no new death warnings have been issued so far.

Lin Chen temporarily gave up the idea of ​​exchanging for this item.

……

The next day, Lin Chen spent the entire morning in his room.

In preparation for his escape, he searched the room thoroughly but found no trace of eavesdropping or surveillance devices.

However, based on the images he saw in the death warning, Lin Chen guessed that even if the CIA hadn't placed surveillance devices in his room, he was still in the right place at the moment.

After they leave in the afternoon, they should sneak into their rooms.

With that in mind, Lin Chen quickly set up a small mechanism before leaving.

……

"Lin, your level of knowledge exceeds my expectations. I can't believe you used to study mathematics?"

At 3 p.m., Lin Chen met Professor House at the agreed-upon coffee shop.

The two then discussed CAR-T therapy technology again.

The more Professor House discussed things with Lin Chen, the more incredible Lin Chen seemed.

It's astonishing that someone once known for his mathematical abilities possessed such extensive knowledge in medicine.

And he's only 20 years old!

House asked himself, realizing that at the age of 20, he was far inferior to Lin Chen.

"Lin, CAR-T therapy is currently the most cutting-edge research project in the international medical community. Although your knowledge is remarkable, turning knowledge into reality still requires the support of the environment!"

"How about it? Are you interested in coming to work for me? I'm seriously inviting you to join my team."

Upon hearing that House had extended an invitation to him, Lin Chen laughed and said, "Professor House, but I'm not even an undergraduate medical student."

"Degrees are just a tool for ordinary people to prove their abilities to others, but for true geniuses, they are nothing but decorations."

"I'm in charge of my team. As long as you come, I don't care about any of this."

Lin Chen was grateful for Professor House's sincere invitation, but the answer to this question was not even worth considering.

He glanced at the progress bar of the knowledge level replication machine and confirmed that House's knowledge level had been completely replicated.

"Professor House, it's an honor that you invited me, but I can't answer that question right now."

House looked regretful: "I hope you can seriously consider this. This is my phone number. I'll be waiting for you to contact me anytime."

Taking the business card from House, Lin Chen suddenly remembered something and asked, "Professor House, may I borrow your phone now?"

"My phone seems to be broken, but I have an important international call to make right now. Could I borrow it for a moment? Of course, I'll pay you back for the call!"

In one of the death warning episodes I watched last night, Lin Chen got into trouble because the CIA used his parents' phone to call his cell phone, threatening him to show himself or they couldn't guarantee his parents' safety.

Lin Chen felt extremely frustrated by that death warning.

But this also made him realize that the CIA had sent people to China for his sake.

Therefore, in the dream, Lin Chen made the decision to notify the country, thus avoiding a similar situation from occurring in the subsequent warning.

Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, House did not hesitate and immediately took out his phone and handed it to Lin Chen.

"You don't need to pay me, it's just a phone call."

"Thank you."

Lin Chen took the phone from House, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

It's impossible to contact people in China directly using your own mobile phone.

In the death warning, Lin Chen had witnessed himself calling the embassy for help, only to find that when he arrived at the agreed meeting place, he was met by the CIA.

It wasn't until he saw himself being beaten to death that Lin Chen realized the person who answered the phone back then was actually a CIA agent.

They must have used technological means to directly intercept their own phone call signals.

No matter who he calls, he's actually calling the CIA.

However, even if the CIA is already monitoring his own phone, it's impossible for them to monitor House.

Without hesitation, Lin Chen immediately dialed Donghai's home phone number.

It's afternoon in the US, but it should still be early morning in China.

Mom and Dad should still be sleeping in bed.

After the phone rang several times, Lin Chen indeed heard his father's lazy voice.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Dad! It's me, Lin Chen!"

Lin Chen spoke directly in Chinese: "Don't say anything, just listen to me! I'm in the US right now, and I'm being watched by the CIA. It seems they don't intend to let me go back, and they've even sent people to China!"

"I suspect their goal is to control you and use you to blackmail me! Contact Xiaoxiao immediately and have her tell Lu Han and the others! They'll know what to do!"

Hearing Lin Chen's rapid-fire words, Lin's father, who was not fully awake, immediately sat up in bed.

"Son, how are you? Are you alright?"

"Don't worry, Dad! I'm fine. As long as you're safe, the Americans can't touch me! I'll be back as soon as possible! Don't worry!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chen returned the phone to House.

He spoke entirely in Chinese, so he wasn't worried that House would understand.

To Lin Chen's surprise, House suddenly asked, "Are you being monitored by the CIA?"

"Professor, do you understand Chinese?"

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment.

House grinned mischievously: "Sorry, I actually did study Chinese."

He said this in Chinese, and although his accent was strange, it was enough to make Lin Chen feel numb.

I didn't expect House to know Chinese?

What if...

Just as Lin Chen was beginning to consider whether or not to kill him to silence him, House suddenly handed him a key.

"This is the car I parked in Dali, a black Cadillac. If you want to evade the CIA, you should need a car, right?"

I've just left that car sitting there, I haven't driven it much. You can take it if you need it.

"This one……"

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment.

House laughed and said, "You don't need to be grateful. I just don't like the CIA. Don't worry, I'll keep your affairs a secret."

"Thank you then."

Lin Chen did not refuse and directly took House's car keys.

So, in the subsequent death warning, he did indeed see himself driving a Cadillac and escaping.

Is this car from Houss?

"I hope you are safe and sound. I look forward to hearing your voice in the medical community."

House smiled slightly, then got up and left.

Looking at his retreating figure, Lin Chen's eyes revealed a hint of gratitude.

I've really indebted to them this time. I copied their knowledge level and even took their car.

Kindness without saying thanks!

Silently thanking him in his heart, Lin Chen got up and returned to the hotel.

When opening the hotel room door, Lin Chen deliberately slowed down his movements.

Sure enough, he found a broken hair on the ground.

This is the little mechanism he made before.

A single strand of hair was tied to the doorknob; if the hair broke, it meant someone had entered the room before him.

Since the hair is now broken, it proves that the CIA has already infiltrated this place.

Lin Chen pretended to be nonchalant and walked in.

Looking at the room, it seemed that nothing had changed.

He silently murmured to himself:

Next, it was time for my grand escape from the United States to begin!