In a milky white confined space, the super fresh air system is gently sending in air rich in negative oxygen ions.

28°。 The indoor temperature is also very comfortable.

However, the people in the room were very restless, and from time to time they raised their arms to glance at the tourbillon mechanical watch on their wrists.

Even though there is a huge electronic clock on the wall, and some people even have a microcomputer implanted in their eyes, the time is always flickering there.

The high level of tension still stimulates the deep instincts of human beings, making them more willing to believe in this ancient way of keeping time.

The heat sensing system of the air conditioner monitors people's body temperature, which is slowly rising due to nervousness and anxiety.

With a "ding", the temperature was lowered to 27 degrees.

This is an operating room, and judging by the various high-end medical equipment it is equipped with, it should be a hospital for the military.

The military will always be the leader of human technology.

Strangely, there are no busy doctors, only two nurses.

A nurse was taking care of a man in his fifties, with a Chinese face, who was in a deep coma, but he could still be seen to be a decent and kind person.

Large droplets of sweat were constantly oozing from his face, as well as all the bare skin, and the nurse always gently wiped them off for him in time.

It seems that this man is working very hard.

He wears a large silver-white helmet over his head, and several tubes on the helmet extend to connect with a supercomputer next to him.

This is a nerve infiltration device, military grade, and there will currently be no more than five units worldwide.

The tube at the other end of the computer runs all the way into a square glass Petri dish.

There's a human brain inside, completely immersed in a nutrient solution.

It was only 24 hours before the frozen brain was activated, as he belonged to a man who had been dead for many years.

Tinsel wires as thin as a glimmer are connecting the catheters of the nerve access device to the brain.

The wires were vibrating at high speeds, and the surface of the cerebral cortex was spasming in small bursts under the faint bioelectrical stimulation.

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie stood there like a sculpture, and he had been standing here for a day and a night.

He was the most willpower of all of them, and only a slight hint of uneasiness appeared in his eyes.

"There are 30 minutes, it's 24 hours, Professor Zhang, he, he's going to be fine, right?"

The man known as Professor Zhang, whose face was already covered in fine sweat, was wearing a white coat and looked like a doctor.

Beside him stood two men dressed formally, but without ties, also in their forties and fifties, with the stern and trademark smiles characteristic of government officials.

Professor Zhang thought for a while before cautiously answering the man's question: "He is one of the best nerve infiltrators in the world, even his apprentices are first-class masters, and even two of them are still top masters, with a service fee of 100,000 yuan per minute, and orders must be placed at least half a year in advance, otherwise——"

"Professor Zhang—" The man who asked couldn't help but interrupt Professor Zhang.

At this moment, he would prefer a direct answer, and his foreshadowing and speculation are meaningless at this time.

"Hehe," Professor Zhang smiled awkwardly, and said reluctantly: "I'm engaged in neurosurgery, although I've been friends with him for more than ten years, but I can't tell what happened to him now, but I heard him say that 24 hours is the bottom line of a nerve infiltrator, and he must come out before 24 hours." ”

"Did he have a precedent for 24-hour infiltration before?" The man asked worriedly.

"Well, once, once." Professor Zhang thought for a moment and said.

"Once, only once?" The man became uneasy.

"Yes, with his ability, an hour is a lot, he has infiltrated more than a thousand brains, only 15 cases of more than 12 hours, only once, he took 22 hours and 55 minutes, because the other party is also a master of nerve penetration, so it took that much time."

"Oh." The man didn't know what to say.

"Sun San," Professor Zhang paused, and continued, "Wait a little longer, for now we can only trust him. ”

"Please call me Mr. Sun, or Sun Yaoru." The man's face showed a look of displeasure.

Sun Sang also means "Mr. Sun", but that's the Japanese name.

"Yes yes yes Sun San, no, no, it's Mr. Sun, Mr. Sun, a little nervous, a little nervous, hehe, hehehe"

"Haha, haha"

The young man wearing a pink shirt and slim-fitting plaid trousers laughed sarcastically.

His appearance is very similar to that of the sculptural man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a straight nose, which is very handsome.

It doesn't look like a brother, it should be a father and son.

It's just that the father's expression is more cold, and the young man's face is a little more gentle and cynical.

The father glanced sideways at his son, but didn't say anything, just exhaled heavily from his nostrils.

This father looks very helpless to his son.

There was also a woman beside the man, a woman to be exact.

She is in her forties, graceful, and dignified, but she still can't hide her full charm and bewitching appearance.

She held an hourglass in her hand.

That's right, an hourglass, an even older timekeeping tool.

This was the Nerve-infiltrator's lucky hourglass.

There are scales on the glass balls at both ends of the hourglass, one scale per hour, for a total of twenty-four hours.

At this time, the black sand in the glass ball above was getting less and less.

"Yaoru, don't worry too much, you should also take care of your body, you haven't had a good night's sleep for more than a month for this matter."

"I'm fine."

Sun Yaoru glanced back at the woman gently, and soon his gaze returned to the nerve infiltrator.

"And said it's okay, it's just one night, and you have gray hair on your sideburns." The woman complained angrily.

"Yes, Mrs. Sun is right, Mr. Sun still don't be anxious, Lao Wei has this awareness."

When the words "Mrs. Sun" came out of Professor Zhang's mouth, the young man in the pink shirt couldn't help but bite his lip and glanced at him with disdain.

"You-" Sun Yaoru looked at Professor Zhang in surprise, "You are his old friend, how can you say such a thing?" ”

"Mr. Sun, it is precisely because I am his old friend that I can say such a thing, nerve infiltration is a very dangerous technology, and in the past few decades, countless people have died on it, and he has long been conscious."

"You think—"

Professor Zhang nodded lightly: "Although I don't know what happened to him inside, I can see that he is working very hard this time, sweating so much, and he is about to become dehydrated." ”

Everyone was silent for a while, and time continued to pass like a great river, undisturbed, but with turbulent undercurrents.

Finally, the last fine black gravel also fell silently, silently on the sand dunes at the bottom, without stirring up a trace of turmoil.

After all, its power is simply too weak.

Mrs. Sun held up the hourglass in front of everyone's eyes in a panic, opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

She didn't care about the person in the hospital bed, she cared about her husband, and she worried that he would never be able to afford another failure.

The nerve infiltrator surnamed Wei still hasn't woken up.

Failed infiltration.