Hearing the coach's words, Bloody Blade frowned and asked in a low voice:

"Fifteen years ago, wasn't that 2020?"

At that time, not to mention civilian brain-computer interfaces, even military brain-computer interfaces were still in the experimental stage. Even if Lin Chi knew a little about this aspect, he couldn't think of how the coach came into contact with this technique fifteen years ago.

There was a dull roar from the nuclear power plant, and Crazy Ivan had apparently started to do it, but several players present did not come over to help, but just stayed where they were, waiting for the man who had not had any mood swings to continue:

"Have you heard of 'Fallout Boys'?" The coach's tone was flat, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"What's that?" Bloodblade frowned.

Obviously, this murderer had not heard of the incident fifteen years ago, but when he heard the name, Lin Chi suddenly remembered the old news he had read, and said in surprise:

"There was no follow-up to that incident, I thought he was dead, could you be ......"

"That's right." The coach nodded, his mustache slightly cocked, and smiled politely.

"I mean, can you explain?" Confused, the bloody blade looked at the two men next to him: "I don't understand." ”

"Okay."

At the same time as a series of explosions occurred in the nuclear power plant, the coach, in a calm tone, began to state the incident that shocked the whole country fifteen years ago:

This time, however, he was not reporting from a journalist's point of view, but from his own first-person perspective.

With the coach's statement, Lin Chi and Blood Blade seemed to have returned to the sterile ward, witnessing a teenager walking towards the end of his life:

……

The pale young man was lying motionless on the hospital bed, his skinny body was filled with all kinds of infusion tubes, injecting liquid drugs of various colors into his body that was close to collapse.

He knew he was just flickering on. After all, even in this day and age, there are still diseases that cannot be treated.

Like what...... Fatal radiation sickness.

In fact, he had only accompanied a friend to the hospital for a check-up, but while he was waiting alone in the hallway, a new high-powered radiotherapy machine in the next room malfunctioned, and the damn operator didn't notice it, causing his body to be exposed to ultra-high doses.

Although his head was lucky not to be irradiated, his body was bathed in radiation, and the DNA structure within the cells was directly dissolved. To put it simply, the cells in his body can't regenerate.

"Hoo ......"

The lungs, which had already been perforated, could not work and could only rely on ventilators to provide oxygen to the body, and the artificial skin that had just been implanted in the teenager's body became sallow, and it would fall off at the slightest touch.

Luckily, the muscles that were almost dissolved had no strength for him to reach out and touch his skin.

His eyes widened and he stared at the white ceiling above his head, his consciousness beginning to crumble apart, and his festering body slowly faded in despair, even though his head remained intact.

The boy was actually a slowly decomposing corpse, and even though he was still conscious, he could only wait helplessly for death to come.

- In order to relieve his pain, the doctor injected a large dose of morphine into his body, but what those guys didn't know was that his nerves had been melted away, and he had no pain anymore.

Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but want to laugh, but unfortunately his vocal cords had long been unable to work, so he couldn't make any sound.

He didn't know when he would die, he just hoped that day would come sooner, after all, even his parents had given up on him now:

- Five days ago, when my mother, who came to visit, saw his bloody body, she even threw up in the hospital room. His family hasn't been seen since.

To the boy's bewilderment, the life-sustaining equipment in his hospital room continued to function, injecting hundreds of dollars worth of expensive drugs into his body every milliliter.

- Am I a test subject?

While he was still confused, the door to the sterile ward slowly opened.

The young man lying motionless on the bed saw a figure in a white protective suit appear in front of him. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the other party was tall and had broad shoulders, and he looked like he should be an adult man.

Then, a low, but slightly magnetic male voice came from under the other's mask, vibrating the young man's undamaged eardrum:

"You...... Do you want to continue living? ”

The boy couldn't answer his question in his voice, but he blinked effortlessly.

Although he knew that his chances of survival were close to zero, for some reason, this person's voice seemed to carry a kind of magic, which made the young man's already desperate heart once again raise a glimmer of hope.

- "I want to live. ”

Before he became like this, he was actually a sunny and cheerful teenager, and he did not have any pessimistic and misanthropic tendencies. So now......

The boy used all the strength he had left, moving his head in small motions and nodding his head.

Seeing his movements, a deep voice sounded again under the man's mask:

"If you're willing to give up this body, I can give it to you...... A chance to continue to survive. ”

……

"So you ended up being a test subject?" Lin Chi focused his gaze on the coach's face: "I thought you were dead before." ”

- The "Radiation Boys" incident, which was a sensation fifteen years ago, did attract a lot of attention at the time, and millions of donations were raised.

Although Lin Chi was only nine years old at the time, he still had some impressions of this incident: the bloody photos of the boy's body taken by the reporter can be regarded as one of the shadows of his childhood, and he still remembers it vividly.

"They left my heart and brain that weren't destroyed by the radiation, and some of the blood vessels that were still working, and they implanted artificial organs and muscles for me, but the artificial muscles didn't work." The coach said.

"So now...... You don't have a body? Bloodblade's eyes widened scarlet.

The coach nodded: "Later, they wanted me to give up completely and return to the real world. I agreed, after all, I had to be moved around every day, and it wasn't comfortable to install all kinds of things on my body. ”

"They left me with enough artificial organs to keep me alive, replaced the rest with machinery, and installed a brain-computer interface testing machine for me."

"I'll go, man, you're too handsome, aren't you?" With his remaining left hand, Blood Blade kept patting the coach's shoulder: "I also want to experience the feeling that the cells in my body cannot be regenerated!" ”

"You're wrong." Lin Chi complained, turned to the coach and asked, "So, why did you decide to tell us the truth this time?" ”

Although I don't know if what the coach said is true or not, in Lin Chi's opinion, this person's operation is indeed incredible, and it is not like a human can do it. And his way of acting is also subtly similar to AI.

Hearing Lin Chi's question, the coach slowly raised his head and said an unbelievable answer:

"Because you're 'interesting.'"

Lin Chi was about to ask what he meant, when a panting voice came from the earphones: "The people in the nuclear power plant are all dead!" ”

"Let's talk about it after this game." As he spoke, the coach turned and walked towards the main entrance of the nuclear power plant.