Wei Qingyun reluctantly retreated from Wei Haoran's consciousness world, because this infiltration was not only long, but the situation was very complicated, After he returned to his body, it took more than an hour to wake up.

It was about 11 a.m. the next day.

"You're awake. This infiltration lasted a total of twenty-seven hours, twenty-seven hours, Wei Qingyun, there is really you. ”

The first thing Wei Qingyun said when he woke up was this, it was Professor Zhang, he looked very excited, and his face was full of excitement.

However, this does not sound like a concern for oneself, but more like a medical researcher discovering some kind of bacteria that can perfectly kill the rabies virus, or an archaeologist who inadvertently found a large number of murals of prehistoric humans in a cave hiding in order to escape the rain while hiking a mountain.

If this is also a concern, this kind of care is really full of academic flavor.

Wei Qingyun raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at Professor Zhang through the blurred light between his eyes.

"Uncle Zhang, are you concerned about me?"

"Huh? What do you mean? Sure enough, it's not a concern, Professor Zhang paused for a moment, and quickly defended: "I'm happy for you, aren't you happy?" If your master had known, he would have been happy for you. ”

"What? I bought 27 sports tickets with the same number, all of them? Wei Qingyun replied lazily.

"What? You-"

Professor Zhang suddenly felt that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly came over nervously and pulled Wei Qingyun's eyelids to look at it.

"Do you know your name?" Professor Zhang asked nervously.

"Wei Qingyun."

"Do you know what this place is?"

"A secret scientific research base, in Uncle Zhang's research institute."

"You, you're okay, stinky boy, I'm scared to death, what are you pretending to be stupid and stupid, and you think you're delirious."

"Hey, you still know how to care about me." Wei Qingyun complained.

"Of course I care about you, otherwise I'm an old bone, staring at you for twenty-seven hours without sleep? I haven't slept for two days and one night. ”

"Oh, thank you, Uncle Zhang."

Yes, Professor Zhang looked haggard, the whole person seemed to have aged a lot overnight, I remember that I had a serious illness when I was a child, and Professor Zhang took care of himself day and night, but at that time he was still young, in the prime of life, and now he is really old, and staying up for more than 30 hours in a row is indeed enough for him.

"It's okay, you don't have to be so polite to Uncle Zhang, how about your master?" Professor Zhang slowed down, sat down beside Wei Qingyun, and asked softly.

"It's not a big deal, but if you want to wake up, I'm afraid it will take a while, and you will have to work hard Uncle Zhang."

"Hey, you're welcome, what kind of friendship do I have with Lao Wei, and I still need you to say this for him."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

"Hey, you kid, how are you doing with honey today? Mission, done, right? ”

In the process, Wei Qingyun died suddenly once, and it took more than an hour for his cardiopulmonary function to recover.

Wei Qingyun blinked his eyes and smiled a little ashamedly: "Seven-seven-eighty-eight, if you get some materials, you have to study them again." ”

"Okay, good, it's good to have clues, it's good to have clues."

Wei Qingyun is naughty, but when it comes to studies and work, he is an extremely cautious person, and he will not promise easily if he is not 120% sure. He said that what he is 80% sure of is often done.

Therefore, although Wei Qingyun spoke with considerable reservations, Professor Zhang still looked satisfied, patted him on the shoulder, said a few words, and went back to rest.

Wei Qingyun drank a bowl of chicken soup under the care of the nurse and slept until the evening.

However, it was already the next day for him to really start his work and interpret the memory blue crystal that Wei Haoran transmitted.

Interpreting Wei Haoran's memory blue crystal, and sorting out all the collected information into electronic and paper texts, and consuming half a moon.

Combining all the information, it can be determined that Kiichi Yamamoto is Masao Yamamoto.

Very little memory of his childhood remains, and only a small amount of information can be inferred that he came from a declining samurai family, and he was not from Yokohama, but probably from a fishing village in Hokkaido.

In fact, since his grandfather, in addition to working as an errand boy for the head of the family, he has begun to do some small manual work to supplement the family.

Masao Yamamoto's father, when he was a child, did not enter the martial arts hall to apprentice, but followed his father to learn martial arts, learn calligraphy, mediocre qualifications, after the Meiji abolition of the sword decree was issued, completely gave up the plan to become a samurai, almost thirty years old before marrying the daughter of a merchant as a wife, and became a fishery merchant himself.

Masao Yamamoto's grandfather and father were mediocre and incompetent, but his mother and grandfather were shrewd and capable, and his talent should have been inherited from his mother.

His grandfather and mother, of course, intended to train him to be a shrewd businessman, and he showed great interest in this as a child, when Masao Yamamoto was a lively and shrewd child, but he was naughty and neglected his studies.

He studied hard, probably because of the red knife - his grandfather called it the Red Moon Blade, which is said to be an ancient knife from China, and it is also said to be the work of a famous Japanese swordsmith in ancient times.

When Masao Yamamoto's father went to the fishing village to buy goods, he contracted the plague and died soon after. Although he was a mediocre and mediocre person, he was very lenient and considerate to his children, and his death brought great pain to the young Masao Yamamoto.

The year after his father's death, his grandfather also died of depression, and when he was dying, his grandfather passed on the Red Moon Blade to Masao Yamamoto and told him about some of the glorious deeds of his ancestors.

This year, Masao Yamamoto was about six years old, and another year later, Masao Yamamoto's mother remarried, and the stepfather was a rather shrewd guy, and soon, the mother was immersed in the happiness of the newlywed, and gave birth to two boys and a girl, which is considered Masao Yamamoto's half-brother.

After this, Masao Yamamoto's personality began to become dull and perverse, and in addition to the great pain caused by the death of his father and grandfather, his mother's remarriage must have made him feel cold.

For a while, he became obsessed with the stories of the samurai, and the deeds of his ancestor who saved the Lord alone with the Blade of the Red Moon and thus received 500 stone slang made his young heart surge, and then he worked hard to read.

It is inferred that at that time, he was snubbed and ostracized by his stepfather and younger siblings, and began to study in boarding schools at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

He was interested in bacteria and biology, and was once evicted by his landlord for cultivating bacteria in a boarding house, and taught himself a lot of books on biology and viruses and bacteria, which may have something to do with his father's death from the plague.

Masao Yamamoto successfully entered the Department of Biology at Tokyo Imperial University, and at the same time studied medicine, at this time he was already more lonely and introverted.

Although he was well received by his teachers and classmates academically and academically, and had published several papers on parasitic viruses in deep-sea fish in his sophomore year, he was still alone.

In daily study and life, except for some intersections and conversations with teachers and several teachers' assistants, I hardly talk to anyone, and I don't have a male friend, let alone a girlfriend.

In his junior year, Masao Yamamoto was targeted by a spy officer from the military department.