An Feng woke up and found that there was something more in his mind.

There was a voice in the dimness urging him to do something...... Rubbing his eyes, he glanced at a water stain where he was lying just now, his old face was red, and he looked left and right, fortunately, his colleagues were concentrating on work or lazy and dozing off, so he folded the paper and threw it into the paper basket.

At this time, the manager's secretary walked towards him, and the expressionless notice said, "An Feng, Manager Li asked you to go to his office in five minutes." ”

"It's good." An Feng nodded.

Before he had time to think about the strange dream just now, An Feng piled up the messy documents neatly, then got up and walked towards Manager Li's office.

Knocking on the door and entering, the iron mask manager spoke: "You know that the company's recent economic situation is a little bad, and the boss gave me ten layoff indicators, and dismissed some employees who could not play a role." Manager Li glanced at An Feng: "I'm sorry, you are one of them." ”

An Feng paused, and then nodded slowly.

Manager Li's tone was lukewarm: "Considering your tenure in the company, it is decided to pay you an additional three months' salary as compensation." ”

"Oh."

"Still have questions?"

"So be it." An Feng left the office.

Go back and pack up your things silently, a little sad, he has been working here for three years, how can people be ruthless. "It's not necessarily a bad thing." He reassured himself that maybe he was really not suitable for this job, that he was like a numb machine from 9 to 5, and that he wanted to put in but was always unmotivated.

thanked my colleagues one by one for their sincere or polite greetings, and packed things into bags, Zhang Li, a colleague who used to be twittering, came over, but she didn't have the mood to fight with him. Seeing this, An Feng took the lead in joking: "Why don't you take this rare opportunity to take revenge on me?" ”

Zhang Li pouted and said, "Spare your life first." Do you have any plans for the future, and do you want to look for a job here? ”

An Feng shrugged: "Maybe, rest for a while and see." ”

Zhang Li said: "I can't find someone I can introduce to you." ”

"Thank you." An Feng smiled.

After he left, gossipy female colleagues surrounded Zhang Li, and some people coaxed: "Is our sister Li also in the spring, and she is about to move?" ”

"What nonsense!" Zhang Li scolded with a smile.

"Then why do you suddenly care about him?" The little girls held on.

Zhang Li thought about it for a while, and said: "You little girls don't understand, now there is suddenly no quarrel opponent, and invincibility is also a kind of loneliness." ”

On the bus home, there were not many passengers at this time, they were all old men and old ladies, who rushed to get on the bus in front of them, and then urged the young people to give way to them. An Feng sat in the back row, listening to the noise in the car, looking out the window bored, his heart calmed down, and he recalled the dream just now.

Ever since he was in college, he has been plagued by the same strange dreams, sometimes once every few months, sometimes for weeks, and sometimes for days in a row. The doctor didn't see less, he didn't take less medicine, and he could memorize the diagnostic terminology by himself, but it was not good.

The strangest thing is that he can't understand the content of the strange dream, just like a bunch of gibberish on the computer, he can't read it, he can't read it, but fortunately, the strange dream doesn't affect his normal life, and over time he gets used to its existence. When he woke up today, he actually understood the meaning of gibberish.

In the dream, there was a voice that kept repeating like a radio, to the effect that he activated the locator at two key points in time to receive some mysterious information. The first point in time, located two years ago, has been missed. The second point in time is still more than a month away.

An Feng was taken aback, locator?

The theory and steps of making a locator are all available, as if he has personally experienced it, as long as he finds the materials, he can do it with his eyes closed.

But who believes it? This is a clear sign of madness!

He didn't feel at ease, but the frequency of strange dreams was higher, every time he closed his eyes, lay on the **, and fell asleep, the moment the information came like a tide, like an ancient death knell hovering in his ears, lingering. Every time I woke up, I was sweating profusely and my face was pale.

For five days in a row, he succumbed to malaise.

He decided to go crazy while he was young, and if he didn't do it again, he would be old.

The materials required to make the locator are very ordinary, they are available on the market, and the principle is not complicated, and it requires a specific time, positioning and accepting a specific frequency of the instrument. He began to get busy day and night. According to the guidance of memory, it is not a little rusty to do.

After a month of doing this, you're done.

The size of the machine he regarded as a treasure was the size of a microwave oven, and the poor handwork caused the wires to extend haphazardly from the machine, and the dazzling wires were tangled and intertwined, and the other end of the colorful wiring was tied with tape and inserted into a large socket on the ground.

An Feng held a control button in his hand, his eyes fixed on the time displayed on the computer screen, and there were three minutes left before the second time point.

The locator looks like a junk picked up in the garbage, can it really work?

When the clock ticked down to the last second, he resolutely pressed the button.

He held his breath, and suddenly there was a crackling explosion, and a burst of electric sparks erupted from the locator's body, and in less than a second, the lights were all extinguished, and the room was plunged into darkness. A pungent smell of burning came out, and he couldn't help coughing a few times, and hurriedly ran to open the window to breathe.

It was also pitch black outside the window, An Feng underestimated the destructive power of this thing, and the movement was not small, and the residents of the entire building suffered from it. He was just about to stick his head out to breathe, when he heard a series of scolding voices, closed the window stupidly, and retreated to the table.

"Looks like a failure." Smelling the scorching smell of a room, An Feng wanted to laugh, it was clearly the consequence of his crankiness, where is there any next-generation technique?

I thought so in my heart, but I was still unwilling to check my "masterpiece". Groping with a flashlight, the line burned several, and the smell was very pungent, but the main body was not damaged, as for the inside...... With a flash of inspiration, he reached in and felt into an empty area.

He swore to heaven that the place had always been empty.

But now, he actually touched something.

"Success?" An Feng couldn't believe it, and took out the unknown object with trembling hands, and the flashlight shone on it, reflecting its original appearance.

A square box, ordinary in shape, only the size of a palm, with patterns engraved on the surface, jet black, cold to the touch, but I don't know what material it is made of, it is very strong. He carefully placed the box on the table and checked it, and there was nothing special.

However, he had a hint in his head - from a strange dream.

He immediately opened the box, and there was a set of medical syringes quietly inside, the transparent syringe was unscaled, and there was a blue liquid lying inside. He skillfully assembles the syringe, and the next step in the dream asks him to inject the liquid. He hesitated, and the needle rested in front of his arm.

He had a hunch that this was a good thing, but his instinct was repelling this unknown force.

"If it's a crazy dream...... Let's go crazy to the end! ”

The liquid quickly disappeared into the body, and five minutes were spent in extreme tension, as if ...... His head began to heat up, and his thoughts were several times clearer than before, when suddenly he rolled his eyes and fainted and fell to the ground. This time, it was the sweetest sleep he had, and there was no more intrusion from strange dreams and no mental burden.

By the time he woke up, it was already a day later.

His cheeks and collar were covered with nosebleeds, yes, he knew what was going on, and although he had been in a coma for a day, there was a consciousness that was strangely lucid, as if his consciousness had split into two parts, one dormant and the other still working, taking over control of his body.

He sat on the floor, rubbing his temples, trying to remember what had happened. Blue Liquid ...... A piece of information suddenly appeared in my mind: nanorobots carry bionic cells to the cerebral cortex, where they continue to divide and multiply to form a biocomputer.

"Biocomputers?"

As soon as An Feng thought about it, a strange thing came - the brain started to search for "biological computer" as a keyword, got a bunch of garbled characters, and then automatically translated. The gist of it is that the bionic cells injected into the body begin to fuse, and they will constantly metabolize, consuming chemical energy to divide and proliferate.

The price is that the biological brain has been reduced to a "hard disk", and his memories are organized into documents and stored in chronological order, but the memories of more than 20 years only occupy an inconspicuous part, and the "foreign information" brought by the biological machine brain is as vast as a sea and immeasurable.

Due to the scarcity of bionic cells, the computing power of the machine brain is still very weak, and when An Feng is enabled, it can be understood that it stores energy, electronics, biomedicine, intelligent machines and other large projects. But underneath the big project, it's all garbled and upside down information.

"Energy." An Feng said silently, and his mind was like a movie, showing a lot of gibberish, mixed with a small amount of translated content.

"Nuclear energy."

It's still gibberish.

"Nuclear fusion."

Garbled.

"Controlled nuclear fusion."

Garbled...... Suddenly, a few items were translated. An Feng suddenly realized that the larger the range of keywords, the slower the speed of machine brain translation, and when the range is reduced-

"Controlled nuclear fusion reactions with helium-3 as reactants."

There's content!

"Skip the principle, the steps, the specific steps."

After An Feng waited for half a minute, the garbled area was translated into a recognizable information segment, and he swept a short paragraph, with drawings, methods, and instructions. Once the robot brain remembers it, it is as familiar as it has done it countless times. He was ecstatic in his heart, was he going to be developed?

But on closer inspection, the content behind it is a little wrong.

'Huh?' What are the standards for the modification of the RD-8 armed robot'? How did you get to the robot? ”

An Feng continued to sweep down, but the modification of the robot was not finished, and the next paragraph ran to the rapid cloning of biological tissues, and the bull's head was not in the horse's mouth.

"Catalog? Calling up the directory? Write an outline...... Give me a hint! ”

He tried for a long time, but to no avail. The only conclusion is that it is either garbled or the content is messy, and it will take a lot of time to sort it out.

Suddenly, his gaze refocused on the mystery box.

If the information of the machine brain is correct, the box has two layers, the upper layer is an extremely precious biotransformation liquid, which successfully transformed part of his brain into a biocomputer, and the next layer is a gift from the mysterious force...... When An Feng opened it, his eyes flashed.

The sunlight outside the window shone in obliquely, and the objects lying in the box refracted the light into countless parts, shining and crystalline, making it impossible to open your eyes.

"Diamonds!"

An Feng recognized these strange things at a glance. After counting them, there were twelve of them, from small to large, from colorless to pink, all of them, and some were not small. An Feng carefully picked up the largest blue diamond and faced the sun, all dazzling blue.

No matter how amateurish he is, he also knows that this blue diamond is a top color.

Count the other diamonds, and most of them are rare, large, delicately cut, and immaculate...... He swallowed heavily, and there was only one thought in his mind: these shiny stones were what he wanted, compared to the so-called technology in his mind!