Yan Anqing's gaze fell on Zhou Yun behind the transparent isolation window.

Originally, when I looked at the other party's information, I thought it was ordinary, and there was not much outstanding.

Now I have close contact, but I find that Zhou Yun's real person is much more brilliant than the photo, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and it is clean.

Even in semi-confinement, he was not mistreated, and he was quite personal and clean.

Impression score +1.

The previous middle-aged man with a serious face, named Tang Zhenghao, was a senior clerk of the Internal Inspection Department.

At this moment, he was standing beside Yan Anqing.

"This kid is at Xianing Institute of Technology with that ...... named Guo Baoshuang"

Speaking of this, Tang Zhenghao seemed to chew on a certain unfriendly word, and paused for a second before continuing: "...... When they were both dead together, they were resurrected and did not speak. ”

Yan Anqing bowed slightly.

Obviously, the matter of Guo Bullying Shuang's murder for money has now come to light, and the "hatred" between Zhou Yun and her has also begun to be used as an after-dinner conversation for netizens.

"How did he talk to you?"

Yan Anqing asked with interest.

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Tang Zhenghao's eyes, who looked serious, twitched.

Without waiting for him to answer, Zhou Yun, who was on the other side of the transparent window, took out a pen and a miniature clipboard from his pocket and wrote down a few words with a brush.

[Communicate like this.] 】

Why did Zhou Yun do this?

No one can understand him.

Yan Anqing felt a little crying and laughing.

A long time ago, I once wrote a short story with a villain boss who did something similar-

Silence, listen and think, close your mouth to find the truth.

After discovering the true meaning of his life, he was finally willing to speak.

Since then, it has been reborn like a new life.

"So, don't you feel troublesome?" Yan Anqing looked at him and asked.

Zhou Yun turned his face sideways, thought about this question seriously for a while, and then erased the original handwriting and wrote five words on the clipboard.

"I like to be alone. 】

Yan Anqing just smiled at this, noncommittal.

Norwegian Wood's assessment of this situation is to the point.

"Who likes to be alone? It's just that I don't like to be disappointed. ”

Zhou Yun is a seemingly normal autistic person. He lives in his own world, and he doesn't want to be exposed to other people or to be understood.

He didn't need the help of anyone else and had to get out on his own.

There were still many questions to ask, but now, there is no need for them.

"It's good if you don't give up on yourself."

Yan Anqing stood up and said to Tang Zhenghao beside him: "After the results of the trial come out, he will cooperate with you and don't force you too hard." ”

Tang Zhenghao was silent, his facial muscles stiffened, and he only bowed his head slightly to express his approval.

Although in his opinion, Zhou Yun and Guo Baoshuang are two bold criminals, dog-eat-dog, but what Zhou Yun ends is not within his scope of function.

Whether this boy who looks like a girl is a criminal or not, and to what extent he needs to be sentenced, is decided by a free judge.

Not in his position, not in his position.

And......

The people above specially instructed to try their best to meet Zhou Yun's reasonable requirements and not to be too harsh.

This is an indication of attitude.

A few days ago, someone brought Dr. Qu's new technology derivative products over.

Polar cell detectors.

After testing, it was found that Zhou Yun's body was no different from ordinary people.

In other words, his resurrection after death stems from another mysterious force that cannot be detected by current technology.

As a staunch materialist, Tang Zhenghao did not believe in any underworld, nor did he believe that Buddha and Bodhisattva really existed.

But facts speak louder than words, no matter how unwilling he is to admit it, in the face of ironclad facts, he is powerless to refute them.

He only hopes that one day in the future, science will develop to a new level, and it can perfectly explain all the "unscientific" events now.

Tang Zhenghao sighed, like a defeated general: "I'm sorry for you." ”

"Anyway, there haven't been any tricky projects lately, so it's good to come out and take a walk."

Yan Anqing nodded, "Then...... Good bye. ”

Turning around and leaving the office, less than thirty meters away, the mobile phone rang suddenly.

"The window shines through the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves."

"I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then."

"The wood carving is golden, the ripples of the years, and the pen was sealed seven years ago, because I only ...... for you in this life"

Caller ID: Xie Zhe.

Yan Anqing's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she quickly pressed the answer button, not letting the bell continue to ring.

This time, Xie Zhe didn't count the time.

The guy's tone was slightly strange: "There's a very important good news and a terrible bad news, which do you want to hear first?" ”

Yan Anqing smiled dumbly.

If at this time, he directly asks for bad news, it will kill the topic in an instant.

It's not a fun choice to go along with someone else's performance and turn a blind eye.

"Let's start with the good news."

Xie Zhe's voice seemed to hold back a smile: "There is news from the Royal Karolin Institute of Medicine in Sweden that you have a place in the list of candidates for the Nobel Prize in Medicine or Biology this time. ”

Hearing this, Yan Anqing raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was flat: "This is also good news?" ”

He never had any expectations for the Nobel Prize.

Moreover, even if you are nominated, you may not be able to become the final winner.

The Nobel Prize in Medicine or Biology, what impressed Yan Anqing the most was its black history.

As we all know, the brain is divided into left and right hemispheres, and each hemisphere, in turn, is divided into four lobes.

The frontal lobe is the largest of these, accounting for about one-third of the volume.

When this area is removed, the patient loses much of his or her function—including the individual's inherent personality traits—and becomes a cookie-cutter emotionless person.

That kind of existence is almost like a walking dead, and the only thing they have in common with normal people is that they can still breathe.

The original zombie-themed texts and comic works borrowed from frontal lobectomy surgery.

Ironically, Moniz, the founder of this extremely anti-human operation, was awarded the Nobel Prize in Medicine in the late forties of the last century.

Even, because of the halo of Nobel Prize honor, this operation has been widely used for a long time to treat mentally ill patients who "do not listen to management" and children who are considered to have "ADHD".

Compared with the Nobel laureate Moniz, Professor Yang, the domestic thunder law, instantly became soft-hearted.

Of course, Yan Anqing thought to herself, and she was not qualified to despise others.

In terms of coldness, Moniz is also nothing compared to him.

There have been thousands of cases of unilateral human modifications performed without the subject's consent, or even without informing the subject.

In the future, this number will inevitably multiply tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold, and ten thousandfold!

Rejuvenation, great strength, all-round improvement of physical fitness......

Master the flames, harness the thunder, be agile, and glide low-altitude without equipment......

Regardless of the benefits that one's subjects derive, at least the essence of such behavior is nothing more than living modification surgery that violates universal values and morals.

Xie Zhe's news made Yan Anqing have an idea that speaking now will make people laugh off their big teeth.

"In a few years, will I be able to set up an award that is absolutely transparent and fair?"

"Replace the Nobel Prize, or even go further......"

The size of the ability and the position together determine the way a person thinks.

Now Yan Anqing does not think that being nominated for the Nobel Prize is something to be proud of.

On the other end of the phone, Xie Zhe didn't expect his reaction at all, behaving like a computer with a crashed program, falling into a state of death, unable to speak a word for a long time, and seemingly trying to reorganize the language.

"So, what about the bad news?"

Yan Anqing asked.