Two hours later, as the last cultivation chamber opened violently, a man with red fruits rushed out along the nutrient solution like apple juice, his hands and feet were soft and he was crawling on the floor, coughing violently. [with _ dream]ā

"Welcome to the world of materialism."

In his ears, a familiar voice came, and Bao Tiao raised his head with hazy eyes, but only saw a tall and blurred figure.

Click.

Two assistants lifted him up from the ground, lifted him to a wheelchair that had been prepared, and covered him with a blanket.

"Ho ......"

Baotiao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but only let out a hoarse leaking sound.

The assistant on the side immediately reminded, "Dr. Baotiao, because your body is awakening for the first time, it is still in an uncontrollable state, and it will take a period of meditation and cultivation before you can move freely, please be patient." ”

Bao Tiao nodded, he glanced at Zhang Yaoyang on the side, and then was pushed out of the clone cultivation room.

Three hours later.

Dr. Hojo sat in a wheelchair, holding an electronic pen in his right hand, constantly writing and drawing on the holographic panel in front of him.

After a three-hour adaptation period, at this time, the treasure bar had initially mastered the body and was able to make some simple movements, and he couldn't wait to pick up the pen, wanting to apply what he had obtained in the illusion world to the real world.

At this time, Zhang Yaoyang sat quietly in front of the treasure bar, watching the esoteric and complex formula models continue to emerge under the pen, and his expression became more and more solemn.

He was already convinced that these oracle bone inscriptions and cuneiform scripts were the characters used in his system, and the ghostly symbols were the same as the fonts on his system.

Just when he was distracted, Dr. Baotiao's right hand suddenly trembled slightly, and suddenly, the electronic pen fell to the ground with a clang, and Baotiao hurriedly bent down with all his might, trying to pick up the electronic pen, but like a newborn baby, he couldn't use any strength.

Zhang Yaoyang slowly stood up, helped him pick up the pen, and put it in his hand.

"Thank you." An extremely hoarse voice came from Bao Tiao's throat, and he glanced at Zhang Yaoyang gratefully, raised his hand again, and began to write.

After another half an hour, Dr. Hotiao finally showed a sense of relief as the last stroke fell, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Boos, the first step is complete, and I have assembled a message that is a 'cognitohazard' for humans. ”

"Good." Zhang Yaoyang stared at a formula in front of him like a heavenly book, until this time, he still had doubts about everything the treasure strip said, but in order to understand the other party's feelings, he still asked, "What should I do next?"

"The next step is to translate that information into something that we can understand." Bao Tiao drove the electric wheelchair and moved towards the laboratory next to him, "Boss, I need a few test subjects to conduct ** experiments." ”

"No problem." Zhang Yaoyang nodded and said to the camera overhead, "Queen Red, go and bring five felons over." ”

"You also have to be in good health." Dr. Hojo quickly added, "That's important. ”

"Do as he says." Zhang Yaoyang said decisively, and then followed behind Bao Tiao and walked into the laboratory that had been prepared next door.

It wasn't until he entered the laboratory that Bao Tiao picked up a piece of paper again and scribbled on it.

As he moved, he soon saw an extremely complex and abstract pattern appear on the paper, colorful and brushstrokes that seemed to dance in front of his eyes, seemingly meaningless.

However, as the pattern became more and more complete, a special throbbing came out of Zhang Yaoyang's mind, and he seemed to have the illusion that this picture should not exist in reality......

It wasn't until the past half an hour that Bao Tiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, he drew two patterns in succession, at this time he picked up one of the patterns and handed it to Zhang Yaoyang, "You need to look at this painting first, this is a kind of 'cognitive immunity image', only by looking at this painting first, will you not cause 'cognitive' harm due to the attack of 'information'." ”

"What the hell?" Zhang Yaoyang took the pattern in astonishment, only to see that there was a faint eye on it, buried in a pile of meaningless pen and ink, but when he looked closely, there was nothing.

Yes, it's just a set of abstract pictures that don't make any sense, and maybe some performance artists can sell them for one or two hundred yuan.

"Okay, after looking at this painting, you are equivalent to getting vaccinated in advance, and next, please take a look at Ling's painting." Bao Tiao showed a hint of a smile, and took out another pattern like a child who invited merit, this pattern was dozens of times more complex than the first one, and Zhang Yaoyang just glanced at it, and couldn't help frowning.

This pattern also depicts an eye, but this eye is formed by the overlapping of countless eyes, some of them are laughing, some are crying, some show a touch of tenderness, like a lover's smile, and some are full of fear, as if they have seen an infinite abyss.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness......

Countless eyes layered on top of each other, and finally formed such a pattern, Zhang Yaoyang couldn't help but gasp, it was a feeling that was more terrible than dense fear, a feeling of palpitations hit, he quickly moved his head and closed his eyes, but the pattern still flickered in his mind, and it couldn't be dispersed for a long time......

"I named this group of paintings 'Observers.'" Bao Bar said quietly, as he rolled his wheelchair again, placing the two patterns in the isolation room of the laboratory.

At this point, there was a table and a chair in the isolation room, and there was nothing else, and the treasure bar put the two patterns in the drawer and retreated again.

"After the Red, release Subject 1."

With the order of the treasure bar, the entrance to the side of the isolation room opened with a bang, and a white man walked in with an uneasy face, he looked around, and finally locked his eyes on the observation window in Zhang Yaoyang's direction, "Hey, may I ask, what department is this, am I going to be interrogated?" ”

"No, because of the principle of waste reuse, you're in a group of experimental projects." Bao Tiao pressed the speak button and sent his voice into the isolation room through the microphone, "It's the contract you signed before, if you can do this experiment well, I promise you the right to get a reduced sentence." ”

The European man nodded suspiciously and moved to the only table in the isolation room, "How can I cooperate with you?" ”

"There's a picture in the drawer on your right hand, and I need you to take it out." "Attention, the painting is upside down, you must pick it up in its original state, don't peek, and then I'll tell you what to do next." ”

"Okay." The white man shrugged his shoulders, opened the drawer on his right, laid the picture upside down on the table, and immediately raised his hands, "I'm done." ”

"Well done, sir." "Then, please answer a few questions from me, the first one: Do you have a genetic history of epilepsy or mental illness in your family?" ”

"Nope."

"Excuse me, do you have a history of brain trauma or craniotomy?"

"Not really."

"Excuse me, do you have heart, liver, or other kidney diseases?"

"None of that." The white man frowned, "What the hell are you trying to ask?" I swear, I'm in good health and don't have any underlying diseases! ”

"Very well, then next, please turn over the paper on the table."

The white man opened the paper a little impatiently, and at the same time subconsciously looked at the paper, but at this look, his pupils quickly dilated, as if he had been immobilized, and remained motionless.

"Sir? Mr? "Can you hear what I'm saying?" ”

The man didn't reply, just lowered his head slowly, and at the same time fell to the ground with his back to the sky.

He's dead.