The metal card was inserted into the weathered crack, and with a clatter, the card was inserted.

With a slight static noise, the dense forest in front of me gradually shattered, like a thin streak of water on glass, gradually sliding off the edge.

Under the illusion mirror, there is a steel sentry box.

Wei Qingyun reported his name, and a guard excitedly grabbed the phone, and after receiving the instructions, a shuttle bus came and took them in.

Wei Qingyun was taken to an office, the door opened, and a man in a white coat hurriedly got up from his seat and greeted him.

"Professor Zhang, sure enough, you got involved." Wei Qingyun shook his head and pouted, pretending to be helpless.

"Hey, how do you talk to your uncle," Professor Zhang opened a jar of yellow peach juice and handed it to him, "There's no coke here, so you can drink this, you didn't like it before." ”

"Where's the old fellow?" Wei Qingyun took a sip of peach juice and asked.

Of course, Sun Zhongwen didn't dare to tell Wei Haoran about Wei Haoran's coma in the video, but only said that Mr. Wei Haoran was also helping to do this.

"He, your master, he-"

"Don't need to be long and short, I have been expelled from the master, you don't know his stinky temper, you are so overstepping to take me back to the master, be careful that the old guy turns his face against you, he has always been unrecognizable."

"You-you let me tell me what you are doing, you are good, listen to you, old guard, now he is unconscious."

"Comatose?" Wei Qingyun became vigilant: "What happened to him?" ”

"You see, you master and apprentice are really good, you obviously care about each other, you have to be stubborn and don't care about anyone."

"Uncle Zhang, let's get down to business, otherwise I'll go."

Professor Zhang told Wei Haoran about the process of failing to sneak into a coma.

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang, don't ask, you must have asked him to do this." Wei Qingyun complained.

"Hehe, yes, isn't this also for the overall situation, you don't know his temperament better than me."

"And what's going on with this bottle cap?" Wei Qingyun pretended to be angry and asked.

"He gave it to me in advance, saying that he failed, so let me find you."

"Hey, the old man really feels sorry for me, look at the great legacy he left me."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see your master first."

Professor Zhang knows Wei Qingyun's temper, playing poor is playing poor mouth, and he will definitely fulfill his promise.

Wei Haoran, or Wei Haoran's body, was in a special care ward, and there were two guards standing at the door.

There are various instruments and meters on both sides of Wei Haoran's bed.

Wei Qingyun glanced at his breathing and heartbeat index, the person was still alive, in a sense, quite healthy.

"Can you pull out these pipes or something?" Wei Qingyun asked.

"Yes, his vital signs are healthy, and these are just monitoring devices, not auxiliary devices."

According to Wei Qingyun's statement, Professor Zhang ordered someone to remove some of the equipment fixed on Wei Haoran's body.

Wei Qingyun took out his portable nerve infiltrator, put on his earplugs, and stuffed Lao Wei's ears as well.

Professor Zhang is also the first time he has seen such a device, but he can probably guess what the situation is.

"Would you like a bed?"

"No, you don't."

After Wei Qingyun finished speaking, he pulled over a chair, sat down and leaned on steadily.

Professor Zhang instructed the nurses to retreat, and he also took a few steps back, watching Wei Qingyun slowly close his eyes.

Wei Qingyun did not directly enter Wei Haoran's memory palace, but stayed in his neuronal realm.

Like most people's neuronal realms, Wei Haoran didn't modify it, so that it retained the appearance of a pink brain.

A familiar sense of intimacy triggered the consciousness of the two people to produce a restlessness, an inexplicable force, and began to pull Wei Qingyun deep into his brain.

As if to devour him.

Wei Qingyun held his spirit, trying to resist this powerful attraction.

The brain is functioning normally, and the areas responsible for "working" and "learning" are noticeably more active.

Wei Qingyun walked around to this area, stretched out a hand and gently placed it on the surface of his brain.

He's still working.

According to the brain's subconscious cognition, Wei Qingyun is still performing a deep infiltration job.

The so-called 24-hour immersion time limit is a rule set by people when they are awake, not the time limit for the brain's own work.

As long as Wei Haoran's part of consciousness has not woken up, his brain will always think that he is working.

Of course, now that he's disconnected from the brain, there's no nerve signal back.

It's as if your hand has reached into the dark night and you can't see it yourself.

The old guy is still saved, Wei Qingyun thought to himself.

He tried to quit, but found that his hand was firmly glued to the surface of his brain.

No matter how much he struggled, he could no longer take his hand out.

There was a fluctuation on the surface of the pink brain - a voice was heard.

"Come in, don't be afraid."

What a familiar and intimate voice.

It reminded Wei Qingyun of the first time Master led him to dive into a brain, and he encouraged himself like this at that time.

Wei Qingyun's mood fluctuated.

Causing his real body to twitch a few times, a few large tears fell down and fell straight on his trouser legs.

Professor Zhang panicked, and was about to step forward, when he saw Wei Qingyun raise a hand and signal him not to worry.

Wei Haoran's neuronal realm.

Wei Qingyun was still fighting against the powerful suction, and the voice was still calling.

"Come in, don't be afraid."

Wei Qingyun was the first time to dive into Wei Haoran's brain.

Although the voice was incomparably familiar and touching—it was most likely not from Wei Haoran's consciousness.

Three people have died from infiltrating that brain, and no one knows what happened to them.

In that brain, if some kind of anti-devouring mechanism is set up, which in turn lurks in Wei Haoran's brain, Wei Haoran's brain will become a trap.

"Come in, don't be afraid."

"Come in, don't be afraid."

The voice was repeated over and over again, strongly stimulating Wei Qingyun's heart.

However, the more this was the case, the more Wei Qingyun resisted, he tried to restrain himself, controlled his emotions, and fought against this force.

After more than thirty minutes, the pulling force gradually became gentle.

Wei Qingyun still didn't dare to be careless, until that force completely disappeared. He quickly withdrew his hand.

"Silly boy, you've finally grown up, and I can rest assured that I'll leave this to you."

It was Wei Haoran's voice, and the voice only sounded once, and then disappeared.

Slowly, on the pink brain membrane, a green parcel appeared.

"It's a security packet." Wei Qingyun sighed in his heart.

If the infiltration task is too complex and difficult, the Neuroinfiltrator will dig up a piece of the consciousness of a part of the infiltrated target, wrap it in pure consciousness, and leave it in the infiltrator's own memory palace.

After coming out of the memory palace that infiltrated the target, he slowly analyzed the information.

Wei Qingyun was still very cautious, condensed a part of his pure consciousness, made a metallic long-handled spoon, grabbed the parcel with his claws and looked through it carefully for a while.

This is indeed Wei Haoran's method, and this package is tightly sealed, and there is no trace of leakage.

Wei Qingyun took out the package and carefully unfolded it, and an ancient fragment of consciousness that exuded a rotten aura was gradually exposed.

Wei Qingyun fixed them with willpower and began to examine the information above.

The first fragment, or the sample collected by Wei Haoran, is at the beginning of the memory palace, and what is more special is that the memory palace of that "person" is not the appearance of some kind of building or scene, but in a garden, there are more than a dozen children, playing games.

Each child wears different clothes, there are doctors, teachers, businessmen, soldiers......

However, their faces are all identical, and it is certain that they are the same person.

It should be the scene inside the "brain" from Yamamoto's family, Wei Haoran probably realized the danger at the first step, so he collected these "pictures" and put them in the safety mailbox.