Mr. Feng had always felt that he was very patient, but at this time, seeing Dr. Price busy going back and forth by the instrument without being able to come up with enough information to reassure him, Mr. Feng felt that he might have overestimated his endurance. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What the hell is going on?" Mr. Feng couldn't remember the first time he had asked this question, and in just ten minutes he might have asked more questions than in a month.

It's hard to be a polite and gentle guy who always disguises himself.

Dr. Price doesn't know how many times he's heard this question, but... The situation is indeed somewhat bad.

Even though the temperature in the lab had been maintained at room temperature, Dr. Price still had a dense layer of fine beads of sweat on his head, and even near his collar was already a little wet.

As if noticing that Mr. Feng, who had not received any more answers, was about to explode, Dr. Price finally took a breath and wiped his forehead and walked over.

"Get rid of you, better tell me good news." Mr. Feng said to him.

But Dr. Price responded with an ugly shake, "It's bad, worse than I expected." ”

At the end of the laboratory was a sterile room, where a woman lay quietly, her wheat-colored skin still had a healthy and smooth color, but the whole person did not react at all except for the regular heartbeat on the instrument next to her.

This is Eve.

It can also be regarded as the biological core of the entire intellectual brain.

As an unidentified xenomorph creature with unusually strong psychic powers, it may seem overkill to use her in places like bio batteries and control cores, but Eve's volunteering and her ability to never die allowed her to successfully get this position.

In fact, no one else competed with her.

The huge spiritual power did bring a very big advantage to the brain in the early stage, and the brain that infiltrated into the second world even began to intersect with it, although the second world is also a man-made world, but it is higher than the level of scientific and technological power in all known worlds.

It not only creates different worlds, but also makes them real, real realities.

Although the angels have reproduced a similar world, as the second world of the new humans, it is a very long time ago, and even the angels do not know how it was created, and they even suspect that it was made by their father before he fell asleep.

For so many years, they have been trying to understand the principles of the Second World, because this is the last Garden of Eden for mankind in the last era.

Eve's Brain Plan is undoubtedly a success for the angels, and although it cannot control and destroy the Second World, it is at least integrated into it, which is a good start.

At the same time, with the help of the power of brain technology and Eve's mental power, she can even redefine the world in the second world and create some characters to integrate into the world.

Although the birth of these characters ultimately needs to follow the rules of the Second World, to some extent, the Second World has indeed been infiltrated.

This also has a lot to do with Eve's own strong mental power, which cannot be done with the technology of the brain alone, at most it is equivalent to stuffing an artificial intelligence machine into the industrial age of the second world.

The combination of magic and technology makes it work out of the ordinary.

When, in the same way, but the brain is destroyed, Eve, who is the carrier in this world, also falls into spiritual damage, although as one of the oldest creatures, Eve is immortal, but mental damage does not mean death, but I am afraid that it is a more terrible thing than death.

Spiritual restoration, even in the field of magic, is a very difficult task.

"You should know that the field I'm familiar with is bioengineering." Dr. Price rubbed his hands and said to Mr. Feng, "I'm not familiar with artificial intelligence, or the study of human spirits. ”

"All of my operations are based on what you have given me, and the next course of action."

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Mr. Feng interrupted Dr. Price.

"At an unknown time in the early hours of this morning, all thoughts of Subject 1's communication with the outside world were cut off, and our people did not notice the anomaly immediately, because she did not exhibit anything abnormal."

"It wasn't until the second feedback was delayed that the monitoring personnel realized that Subject 1 had stopped thinking."

Dr. Price replied very simply, "We don't know what's going on in the virtual world, but the brain has completely stopped working, or rather, it's broken." ”

"Subject 1 is not in danger of life, but she has entered a closed state, and I suspect that her mind was severely traumatized when her brain was destroyed, that is, in a vegetative state."

"The only good news is that the core data hasn't been damaged too much, and the program has been reloaded according to the preset content after Subject 1 went into a closed state."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Feng asked the question appropriately.

Dr. Price took a deep breath, waved his hand, and expelled the unrelated staff around him, before returning to the console himself for a brief operation.

As the final code was knocked in, the wall on the other side of the room suddenly made a slight vibration, and then, with the sound of the air valve opening, the wall parted from the middle and moved to both sides.

Little by little, the gap widens to reveal what is hidden behind the wall.

It was a row of petri dish-like glass jars, each about the size of a microwave oven, filled with an emerald green liquid, and in addition to the liquid, each jar contained an organ like a human brain.

This unknown organism is filled with dense thin pipes, connected through glass jars, and finally passed on to a general line that leads to the other end of the room.

"We had 150 carriers for Subject One, but she didn't have time to build them all, and only used 78 of them."

"The memory and thinking of these 78 carriers were not impaired, and they were forcibly transferred out of the state of being offline at the moment before the brain was destroyed."

"Now, these thoughts and memories are being loaded into these carriers."

"But... Because there were only the most basic carrying organs when they were created, we could not distinguish any of the 78 of them, and because of the different amounts of memory and the complexity of thinking, the time for each transplant was different, and it may take a long time. ”

Dr. Price breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had relieved the tension in his heart, and he spread his hands, "Overall, it's a big project. ”

Mr. Feng's face was still ugly, and he had digested the meaning of Dr. Price's words, and it was because of this that his face did not get better.

"So to speak. All plans are over? ”

"Not really." Dr. Price shrugged, "At least the data is still there, I don't know what you're doing in the other world, but we don't know if it's a success or a failure yet, and we won't know until the data is loaded." ”

"How long will that take?"

"Maybe a few days, maybe a few months."

Mr. Feng nodded, pondered for a moment, and asked again, "What about Subjects 234?" ”

Dr. Price tapped a few numbers and letters on the security lock on the wall next to him, and suddenly three people were pushed out of the iron bed that looked like an operating table.

If Yi Huan was here, he would probably be able to recognize them at a glance, these three people were Zhang Junyun and Tanqing, as well as Daisy.

"Their condition is even better than these carriers, and it seems that the brain already knows that its damage is imminent, and it will pop them out as soon as possible."

"You said these three people were dangerous, so we've been injecting them with sleeping potions and anesthetics, as well as nutrient solutions, and I'm afraid they won't be able to wake up for a while."

Mr. Feng fell silent, and Dr. Price did not speak after returning the three of them to their original positions, after all, he was not the person in charge here, and everything needed Mr. Feng's consent before proceeding.

After a few minutes, Mr. Feng asked again with some unwillingness, "Subject One, is there really no way to make any changes?" ”

"Nope." Dr. Price shook his head very dryly, "When you first arrested me, I told you that I didn't know anything about this, and for so long, I have been simply testing and regulating it on the basis of what I have, so that I can completely fix it?" I'm afraid it's unlikely. ”

Mr. Feng's breathing seemed to be heavier, but there was nothing he could do.

Price seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a little tense, although all this had been said a long time ago, but who knows if Mr. Feng would be angry with himself because of the failure of the matter, thinking so, Price restrained a little, and tried to turn himself into a background wall that no one could see.

But at this moment, there was a sudden round of applause in the empty laboratory, followed by a pleasant-sounding compliment, "Then there is no need to fix it, you have done a good job." ”

Price was shocked, after all the staff had evacuated, he closed the door, there were only two people here, him and Mr. Feng, and there would be no third.

As soon as he heard the voice of a third person, he immediately thought that one of Experiment 234 had been resurrected, because this was the most likely thing to happen in the laboratory.

But the next moment, Price saw Mr. Feng turn around abruptly, and then bowed slightly and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Lucifer Star." ”

Hearing the name, Dr. Price immediately knew who was coming, and his eyes were a little curious, but then, he quickly lowered his head, more convinced that he was a background wall.

Lucifer looked very happy, he was wearing a black suit, his hands were casually in his trouser pockets, and he walked in front of Mr. Feng in a few steps.

Price didn't doubt how he got in, since this was the angel in Mr. Feng's mouth, then with the other party's name, I'm afraid that a small laboratory would not be able to trap him at all.

Seeing Lucifer in person, Mr. Feng's face became even more distressed.

"But sir, isn't this a plan we've been focusing on all along?"

"Of course." Lucifer said in a long voice, "But there is always an end to the plan, isn't it, don't be so bitter, the good news for you, the plan is going well initially." ”

Mr. Feng was immediately shocked when he heard this, and his face seemed to change with a happy expression, "So... ”

"Tony Stark is dead."

"I sensed that the flame of one of his souls had been extinguished, so... He still did it. Lucifer said lightly.

Mr. Feng was obviously happy, but he was still a little worried, "Don't you think this plan is a bit too coincidental, what if he doesn't kill Tony Stark." ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't question what you meant, I just thought..."

"But it worked, didn't it?" Lucifer exaggerated like a comedian, "No matter how it goes, it's a very happy ending." ”

Looking at Mr. Feng's still somewhat hesitant expression, Lucifer shrugged, "Well, you're really a suspicious guy, more suspicious than me, a poor man in hell." ”

"Believe me, even if he doesn't do it, Tony Stark won't be able to make it back alive."

"It's not just wizards who have magic, we have it too."

Mr. Feng nodded clearly, from beginning to end, Lucifer didn't plan to let Stark go back alive, if it wasn't for the target, I'm afraid it would be the angels who killed it halfway.

And Dr. Price, who was next to him, tried to shrink himself into a ball as much as possible, and it was better if both of them forgot about him.

But he did not succeed, for Lucifer seemed to see through his inner thoughts, and was looking him up and down with interest, with a hint of mischievous taste.

After a deep sigh, Mr. Feng continued to ask, "And then, sir, I don't think Tony Stark's death is enough to attract everyone's attention, and I don't think those superheroes will easily believe that Stark died at the hands of their targets, because it seems too suspicious." ”

"I don't need them to believe me." Lucifer said without hesitation.

"It is always enough interests to cause wars, and what we do is only to give them a catalyst and a fuse on the basis of sufficient interests."

"Besides, Stark is dead, and so is the person next to the target, isn't it?"

Mr. Feng bowed slightly, "So... I'm ready for the next stage. ”

Lucifer turned around, picked up the beaker on the lab table, and grabbed a bottle of red wine from his coat pocket to fill it up, "Don't worry. He said.

"The end of the Brain Project means that the target is likely to have returned to the present world, and ... Already eyeing us. ”

"Get ready, he's coming, better surprise him."

"And." He tapped his finger at Dr. Price, "I need to see what really happened in the world of the brain as soon as possible, we all know that the brain failed in the end, but we need to know how it failed in order to avoid it. We repeat the mistakes of the past. ”

"So you'd better speed up the loading of these heads as soon as possible, and then get the data organized, and you have to filter out the head that has been following the target, find her, and give it to me."

"As for the rest, it's up to you to be as happy as you like."

By the time the last sentence fell, Lucifer had disappeared into the closed laboratory, leaving Dr. Price in a cold sweat that he couldn't refute at all.