"We'll have to listen to the doctor." Xu Huo noted that his condition had indeed improved significantly, so he inquired about the progress of the chip decryption.
"A little progress, though I'm not sure if it'll be of any use to you." Meng Cun pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down a line of words.
"CKX8911?" Xu Huo looked at him, "A serial number?"
"The chip itself has no external serial number or identifying features, and the material is commonly found in the game. The truly important contents of the chip haven't been decrypted; this number should be remnants of the chip's overwrite."
"The person operating it didn't completely finish the overwriting, the content is incomplete." Meng Cun said, "Since it was taken from an alien, it might have been recycled and reused, maybe some clues can be found from this old information."
"Is there only this?" This string of letters and numbers had no discernible significance.
