The white room, the white wall, the white bed—everything around is white.

The room is not big, only about 30 square meters, and the surroundings are very empty, except for a bed in the middle, there are all kinds of instruments placed on a table by the wall, and some symbols that ordinary people can't understand are beating on it.

On the bed in the center of the room, a young man slowly opened his eyes, squinted and adjusted to the light around him, and then opened his eyes and looked at everything around him, his eyes full of doubt.

"Click!"

There was a soft sound, and the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and then, an old man in a white coat who looked seventy or eighty years old walked in from the outside, looked at the young man sitting on the bed with puzzled eyes around him, smiled, and said. "How? Doesn't it feel good to be alive? ”

"Alive?" The man's eyes fluctuated slightly, turned his head to look at the old man, and muttered. "Am I alive? How could I still be alive? ”

Yes, he clearly remembered that he was dead, and he remembered that he put a gun to his head, and then pulled the trigger, and the bullet came out of his chamber and went into his head. A strong spin carried the brain through the other side, and then he lost his instincts.

"Of course you're still alive, or who am I talking to?" The old man's surprise at the young man was not surprising. Anyone who personally puts a bullet in the back of their head and finds out that they are still alive will have such a reaction, and even more exaggerated.

"Why am I still alive?" The man looked at the old man and asked. "Where is this? Who are you? ”

"Hehe, you asked me three questions, and I can answer you two." The old man said with a smile. "This is my lab, as for why you're still alive, it's because I saved you, what? Don't you even want to say thank you - Mr. Zheng Wuming. ”

"No way, I can't be alive." The expression on Zheng Wuming's face was a little hideous, and he held his head in his hands and screamed hysterically. There are memories that I can't forget in my head. He clearly remembered everything before, even the surprised expression on Yan Murong's face the moment he pulled the trigger.

"Well, you are indeed dead, at least by the time I dug you out of your grave."

"Who are you? Why do you want to save me? How did you bring me back to life? Zheng Wuming raised his head, looked at the old man with burning eyes, and after a while, shook his head violently. Impossible, this impossible, I'm already dead, you can't save me. ”

"Young man, you have a lot of questions." The old man didn't care about Zheng Wuming's questioning and said. "As for who I am, you can call me Professor, how did I save you, it seems that I need to explain it to you, otherwise you will most likely go crazy."

Hearing the old man's words, Zheng Wuming quieted down, but there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"Do you know what organ replacement is?" The old man said. "It is to replace a dead organ with an organ that is close to the same as the human organ tissue, and there are many such cases in modern medicine, such as replacing the human heart with a pig's heart, I just found a replacement for your brain."

"Are you fooling me?" Zheng Wuming sneered. "Don't tell me, you transplanted me a pig brain."

"No, I didn't treat you as a fool - and of course, I wouldn't replace yours with a pig brain. In that case, your memories will not be retained. ”

"This is the result of 50 years of research." The old man continued. "I took your DNA, then used your DNA to reshape your brain model, and finally extracted the memory code from your brain to recover it, and then implanted it in your new brain -- how about it? Isn't it simple? Hehe, but it's such a simple job, I studied it for a full fifty years to succeed, and it took half a year to complete the experiment on you, but now it seems that it was very successful. ”

Hearing the old man's words, the expression on Zheng Wuming's face was very calm, but his heart set off a monstrous giant.

He studied Chinese medicine, but he also has an understanding of modern Western medicine.

The brain is the most complex part of the human body, and even the world's top brain experts must be cautious and cautious when performing craniotomy, and there is no guarantee of a 100% success rate. It's easy to transplant a heart or kidney, but it's impossible to transplant a brain, let alone find a substitute to do the structure and neural network of the entire brain.

This is not something that human beings can do, at least, with the current technological capabilities, it can't be done. However, the old man in front of him did it.

"Incredible, isn't it?" The old man asked with a smile, his eyes swept over Zheng Wuming, with a satisfied smile on his face, and nodded from time to time, as if a painter was admiring his most proud creation.

It's not incredible, Zheng Wuming thought to himself, but there is no way to believe it. This kind of technology, if known to the outside world, will definitely cause an uproar. Just imagine, even the brain can be reshaped, so what can't be reshaped? In other words, this kind of technology is enough to create an immortal body. If you take it to participate in the selection of the Nobel Prize, you can definitely win the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

"Actually, I'm incredible." Seeing that Zheng Wuming didn't speak, the old man smiled. "At first, I was really worried that you would die completely, but fortunately, I succeeded, so you came back to life again."

"Who the hell are you?" Zheng Wuming asked with a frown. "Also, why did you save me?"

"Because you can't die yet." The old man said. "I've extracted a memory from your brain, something you said before you pulled the trigger on yourself - you said this is a game, a game that needs a lot of people, and it just so happens that I need you to participate. So, I have to save you. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Zheng Wuming asked again.

"It doesn't matter." The old man shook his head, pointed to the door, and said. "It doesn't matter who I am, or if you recognize me or not, you're just an important NPC in this game, so I can't let you die yet. By the way, look at the door, you should know him, right? ”

Hearing the old man's words, Zheng Wuming looked at the door strangely, and when he saw the man in a wheelchair appear at the door, his eyes were glazed.

"Kronos, is that you?" Zheng Wuming said in surprise.

"Hehe, Zheng Wuming, we meet again!"