Just as everyone was holding their breath and waiting for me to say another possibility, the door to the room suddenly rang sharply. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Xiao Yang hurriedly went to open the door, and Xiao Li stood in front of the door with a tired face.

Xiao Li, like us, entered the house with red eyes, his police uniform wrinkled together, a coat on the outside, and no police hat on, and it seemed that he had fought all night.

"The leaders are here, why is it an all-nighter? Cao Bureau, Dr. Zhou has made progress there, I hope you will go over immediately. Xiao Li said as he picked up a cup of overnight tea that had turned coffee-colored, tilted his neck, and poured it all down.

"Finally there is progress, Xiao Zhou's work is still reassuring, let's go, let's take a look." Team Cao patted the armrest of the sofa and stood up.

"Wait a while, what is another possibility?" Huansheng subconsciously grabbed my hand, for fear that I would forget the question just now.

"Actually, it's very simple, in the experiment that Xiao Fan was doing back then, he and his brother's souls were in two places, so that because of the isolation of the shielded room, Xiao Fan once thought that his brother's soul had dissipated. So, will he and his brother's souls be separated when there is a mining disaster?"

When I came to the sanatorium of the municipal party committee again, although I had only been away for two days, I was surprised to find that the spring flowers on both sides of the road were blooming, one by one, reflecting the red walls and blue tiles of the building. Along the way, we didn't encounter an oncoming car, and we were all silent on the road, and Huansheng and Team Cao were probably still immersed in the other possibility I proposed. However, Feng just seemed to have eased up, and kept asking Zhou Cheng in the back row about where he came from, and what he had to do to dig out clues from an elderly dementia patient.

An irresistible feeling of sleepiness swept over the body. In an instant, I gave up resistance, and even a short light sleep was a happy thing. From the foot of the mountain, the road should be less than 10 minutes' drive to the dry rest house located in the middle of the mountain. But the journey seemed like a long one in my dreams. In the midst of this brain void, I seemed to hear a deep voice ringing above my head, "It's over, dust is dust, dust is dirt, it's over." ”

But when I asked in my sleep, I repeated this sentence, which made me very irritable and simply ignored it. I don't know how many times this sentence was repeated in my mind, but when the Cao team next to me pushed me and made me sleepy, I suddenly heard a different voice, a different sentence: "What is the difference between the beginning and the end for the stone?"

Dean Hu of the sanatorium specially made room for Zhou Cheng to come out, and Tang Binwen's bed was placed in the middle of the room. Tang Binwen lay upright on the bed, seemingly completely unconscious, staring at the ceiling with cloudy eyes, expressionless. A thin quilt covered his body, probably because of the muscle atrophy, and under the quilt it seemed as if there was a bed board at all, as if there was no body at all. There were many metal wires connected to the top of his head, and the instruments at the head of the bed were constantly flashing with a pale blue glow.

The room was heavily curtained and dimly lit, except for a lamp placed on a metal cart at the head of the bed. Only then did I realize that Zhou Cheng was sitting behind the lamp, wearing a pair of sunglasses for some reason, leaning on the back of the chair with his head half-up, motionless.

Perhaps hearing our footsteps, he got up from his chair, made a gesture to us to get out, and led us to a small office next door.

Zhou Cheng, who took off his sunglasses, did not look exhausted as I expected, but looked radiant, and he could feel the excitement he deliberately hid from his eyes.

"Zhou Cheng, how is it, this patient is not ordinary, right? I told you earlier that I wouldn't let you come in vain. Team Cao smiled and patted him on the shoulder. But Zhou Cheng put his finger on his lips and made a small gesture.

"Tang Binwen was lying there, as if he didn't have any consciousness at all, what are you afraid of?" Team Cao still lowered his voice and asked.

Zhou Cheng arranged for us to sit down, checked the office door again, and then sat down next to a few of us, and whispered, "It's different from what you think, how can you say it? ”

I took out a bottle of mineral water from my bag and handed it to him, "Don't worry, take a sip and talk slowly." ”

Zhou Cheng nodded to me and spoke in his distinctive low, slightly hoarse voice. The way the psychotherapist tells the story has a lot to do with his professional background, the jumping is very strong, the description of the details is very detailed, and the language is full of hints, it takes us a lot of effort to understand, and it is tiring to listen to. But even so, everyone's attention did not leave his lips, as if it was a door to the unknown.

Zhou Cheng initially used the common method of brainwave monitoring to examine Tang Binwen, hoping to find the pattern of his coma and relative wakefulness. If you can find his waking state, then consider how to connect with his brain.

Basically, he spent the whole day doing this research. But what frustrated him was that with 24-hour uninterrupted monitoring, Tang Binwen's brain waves were like a calm river, always calm. This is an extremely boring job, Zhou Cheng is tired, so he asked Xiao Li to change shifts with him, and told Xiao Li to wake him up immediately if there is a slight change.

In this way, in the early morning of the first day, Xiao Li, who was very observant and thoughtful, discovered a very slight change in Tang Binwen's brain waves. The straight line suddenly jumped slightly upward, and about a second later, the line jumped again, but this time it jumped significantly more than the last time. But after this beat, the line returned to calm, and there was no more movement.

Xiao Li didn't wake up Zhou Cheng immediately, he looked at his watch, recorded the beating time in his notebook, and then continued to wait. About every ten minutes or so, the brain waves beat, just like what happened before. But after recording a few times, Xiao Li found that the time between beats was shortening, from ten minutes to nine minutes and then to seven minutes.

Xiao Li hurriedly woke up Zhou Cheng and showed Zhou Cheng the record he made. Zhou Cheng was very excited, at least this proved that Tang Binwen's brain still reacted to the outside world. After another half an hour of observation, the beating interval has been shortened to one minute, this way of brain recovery and operation is something Zhou Cheng has never seen before, but at that time Zhou Cheng had a lot of worries, the narrowing of the interval seems to indicate that something is about to happen, if at the beginning, it has exceeded his cognition, then it is likely that there will be a more uncontrollable situation in the future.

Sure enough, his idea was quickly confirmed. Suddenly, Tang Binwen's brain waves surged up like churning waves. But unlike ordinary people, it seems that this is not just a process of crests and troughs and then to the crests of waves, but a small wave followed by a large wave, no matter how large the amplitude of the previous wave is, the latter wave will inevitably surpass the previous one, and so on.

Zhou Cheng turned his head to look at Tang Binwen lying on the bed, the old man's face was still expressionless, but his hands were slightly raised, swinging constantly, as if he had a paintbrush in his hand, and there was a canvas in mid-air, as if he was throwing colors to his heart's content. It's just that his forearms are trembling so much that I'm afraid he can't hold a real paintbrush.

Speaking of this, Zhou Cheng paused for a moment, I know that he is now organizing the language to tell us, but what exactly does this brain wave represent, so that a doctor of psychology, a top doctor who has been exposed to thousands of cases, cannot organize reasonable language?

After being stunned for a while, Zhou Cheng chose to give up using words to describe everything he saw, and directly began to describe his conclusions, so that he could be his calm and logical self again.

Zhou Cheng believes that Tang Binwen's brain waves prove that he still has the ability to think, but the degeneration of limb muscles can no longer respond effectively to his thinking. From this point of view, it is in line with the characteristics of Parkinson's disease. However, when Tang Binwen's brain waves began to be active, the extreme value of the peak far exceeded that of a normal person, which was an extremely abnormal situation for an ancient old man, at least Zhou Cheng had never encountered it. But at this point, Zhou Cheng can also use people who are engaged in art work, when inspiration comes, the degree of brain activity will far exceed that of normal people to explain, of course, in Tang Binwen's current situation, whether he still has the ability to create art, Zhou Cheng put it down for the time being, after all, the facts are in front of him.

But what made Zhou Cheng completely incomprehensible was that he had never seen the brainwave image of a small wave after a large wave, and he couldn't understand that if he was in a state of artistic creation, the brainwave should be irregular, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Zhou Cheng realized that if his brain was connected to the machine at this time, he was afraid that his brain waves would also fluctuate in the same way. It's a terrible feeling, a feeling that makes people feel unsure and powerless.

About twenty minutes later, Tang Binwen's brain waves regained calm, which was instantly calm, and there was no process of ordinary people going from strong to weak at all. Zhou Cheng felt like he had experienced a nightmare, sitting in front of Tang Binwen's bed, and he was no longer sleepy. At this time, the time in the ward was 11:30.

At 1:30 a.m., the same situation recurred, and disappeared again twenty minutes later. This made Zhou Cheng fall into deep thought. A strange idea entered his brain, and although it sounded a little ridiculous, Zhou Cheng decided to test it out. He re-installed a set of monitoring wires in the back of Tang Binwen's head, and injected him with a certain dose of sejinin and nervonic acid to relieve the paralysis of the nervous system caused by Parkinson's disease. Then, he smeared some cooling oil on his temples, sat down again beside Tang Binwen's bed, and silently waited for what would happen.

(Enlightenment from the Underworld.) From the awakening to my heart. From my heart. Produce five fine dusts. From the five fine dust comes the five. Eleven roots from the five greats. God is Lord. Juexiang. in the middle. Permanent residence is not bad or defeated. Receiving the Dharma. To know these 25 noble truths. Liberation. I don't know. Inseparable from life and death. Eulou Gayan. It's really godlike. It depends on the income and lifespan. then you know that there is a god. Again and again, it depends on desire, suffering, happiness, wisdom, etc. then you know that there is a god. Therefore God is real. Yun He said nothing. --"Hundred Treatises")