Midong didn't alarm the patients waiting in the lobby, and she didn't take the elevator up to the upper floors of the hospital, she chose to go down.

The underground space of the hospital has always been selectively ignored, and there is a place called the morgue in Gain, which is specifically isolated from other areas, but it is enough for ordinary people to ignore an entire floor. There are a few staff members here, and there are many patients who come and go, but all of them are just firmly guarding the fixed road, and they have no intention of wandering around.

Midon didn't plan to go in the direction of the morgue, but she still chose a path that ordinary people wouldn't take, and from there, she went through a long and winding path until she finally reached a hidden elevator.

"Anyway, who built this hospital, it's so to my taste."

The elevator can only reach this level and pass through the underground car park, but the real destination is obviously further below. Midong had to enter her fingerprint to activate the function, and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe her disposition to like secret organs was inherited from the older generation?

As she thought, the elevator continued to descend, located in the secret laboratory at the very bottom of the hospital.

Outside the elevator door is a snow-white space, the decoration cost far exceeds the above-ground part, and the space is spacious, the staff is scarce, and the equipment is advanced. Everywhere you can see medical staff in protective suits, isolation rooms and disinfection equipment, Midong has no intention of going deep into the work area, but walks around the office area twice, and finally arrives in front of the office used by Takashi Mikami.

She rang and walked in.

"Ah, Miss Miyamoto, welcome."

The gray-haired old man was already waiting here, and he sat down with a smile and motioned to the table, "Please take a seat." ”

Mei Dong sat down and said: "Excuse me if I say hello, I'll go straight in, did you really make a prototype?" ”

Takashi Mikami didn't rush to answer, he looked at the door of the house first, and saw that the door was closed, and the room was as soundproof and quiet as ever, so he nodded and said: "Yes, Miss Miyamoto, although the strength is not very high, and it must be continuously turned on like a microwave oven, but if you only talk about the effect, it has indeed been done." ”

Midong raised her eyebrows without sadness or joy.

Overall, the progress here in the hospital has really exceeded her expectations. The emotional remote control, this kind of Doraemon stuff, actually appeared in just a few months, and the progress was simply outrageously fast. Although this is very different from the concept of developing a large passenger aircraft, in any case, a few months is a bit too fast, right?

"Even if the Allied code-breaking device in World War II took Turing two or three years, you actually ......" She could only smile bitterly and shake her head: "Forget it, take me to see it first, your so-called microwave oven." ”

As soon as I sat down, I got up, but it was a hard winter.

The prototype was not placed in Takashi Mikami's office, of course, and he led the rich man out of the house all the way, even involving a complicated path down the next floor, and turning around in another winding white corridor. The Japanese have a knack for designing complex buildings, and since a small Japanese-style room can have so many storage spaces, how much less can it be expanded underground?

They finally stopped in front of a nondescript room.

"Miss Miyamoto, I need to remind you that this device has not been tested on humans, and we can only use rhesus monkeys as a substitute at most."

"I'm going to be scared if you can suddenly fill these rooms with prisoners, open the door."

When an elected official tried to run for senior cabinet office, his own staff suddenly made such a device, which was good news, if not necessarily helpful. On a certain floor above ground in the hospital, the old minister Kishida is still in a vegetative state to this day, and on this floor underground, the director, Takashi Mikami, opens the secret door for Mito.

The so-called "emotional remote control" is placed on the table in the room.

This thing looks like a "Doraemon" thing. It is relatively large, similar to the heavy assault rifle in science fiction movies, or the most advanced contemporary flamethrower. The length of the Misch, the obvious metal-like barrel, and even the corresponding trigger are just a display embedded in the place where the safety is installed.

"The weight is fifteen kilograms, which is still relatively heavy, and the quantum chip is loaded into the inside of the display screen and completely wrapped by the whole gun." Takashi Mikami smiled proudly, walked to the side of the platform table, and introduced Mito, "After turning on the power supply, the nuclear battery starts working, use the operation interface to select the effect you want to achieve, and then shoot at the enemy." It's as simple as that. ”

It's as simple as that.

Midong looked at this behemoth, and the first words that came out of her mind were: "Nuclear battery...... You really didn't waste my money. ”

Kidding, of course, Midon doesn't have time to keep an eye on the purchase lists of the various research institutes, as long as they can make the final product. However, hearing that such a gun is still loaded with top-notch and expensive nuclear batteries, Rao can't help but feel distressed, although she doesn't have to worry about running out of ammunition!

For the next two minutes, Takashi Mikami didn't say anything again, leaving all the space for Mito to play with this guy. The shape of the firearm, the length of one meter from head to tail, and its weight of fifteen kilograms, I am afraid that it is really comparable to a fully armed flamethrower. It's not something that ordinary people can use, at least as far as Midong is concerned, she transforms into a game character in the kitchen, otherwise she wouldn't want to play such a big guy at all!

"I can let Sato Gaohui carry out the task, of course she can carry it, and it is not a problem to run on her back. So, press this switch to start up, right, first of all, is there going to be any amazing visuals? ”

"It's like turning on a computer, just give it a try."

The safety trigger is the power supply, and when it is activated, the whole gun buzzes, the display lights up, and there seems to be no other change. It just so happened that the gun was also lying on the table, so Meidong immediately checked the operation interface, first to see the power problem, a long string of standby time, and then the specific functions.

"Anger."

She looked at the types of emotions and didn't forget the five intensity levels listed by the programmer after each option.

"Joy, jealousy, fear, greed, madness...... So what I'm going to do is, choose the type and intensity, and shoot at the target? ”

The gray-haired old professor stood behind and nodded proudly, "Just pay attention, Miss Miyamoto, this device is not yet advanced to the point of entering the soul. A microwave oven, remember, is the same as a microwave oven. ”