Normally, there will be a laser-printed mark on the outer layer of the photobrain chip, indicating which model is produced by which company.

But this light brain is a black piece, without any marking, and the miscellaneous private light brain in Jiang Xia's head has a virtue.

Of course, the deceased's light brain is much more high-end than Jiangxia's miscellaneous light brain, and the polishing is extremely fine, like a handicraft, and there is a warm touch in the hand.

Not to mention the millions of dense optical fiber conduction systems, I really don't know what kind of technology can connect so many optical fibers to the neurons of the human brain.

There is no doubt that this is a special light brain for martial artists, which can be distinguished from the volume and structure of the light brain chip.

At present, the more commonly used combat light brain of the Earth Federation is the 1158 type produced by Siemens, and each 1158 type is sold for as much as 6.5 million federal yuan, which is equivalent to the salary of Jiangxia for 677 years.

The deceased's light brain is obviously of a higher grade and should be more expensive.

"A martial artist who can afford to use such an advanced light brain must have some background, right? Maybe he's still a big shot. Jiang Xia muttered in his heart.

The human brain has very strong logical and thinking abilities, but it lags far behind computers in terms of calculation and memory.

As a result, scientists came up with a combination of humans and machines to implant auxiliary light brains in human brains.

As early as the time of the earth, human beings were known for using many languages, English, Chinese, Spanish, French, German, thousands of languages, which brought huge obstacles to human communication.

As humanity expands into the universe, new galactic languages are being created, so much so that the world's smartest linguistic genius cannot master them all.

And the light brain solves this problem in one fell swoop.

Whether it is the language of human beings or the language of other alien races, it can be analyzed and processed by the light brain in real time, and in the brain, the language is seamlessly connected.

And this is just one of the ordinary among the countless powerful functions provided by the light brain.

The light brain used by the warrior is more powerful, which can assist in training, memorize combat experience, analyze escape routes, and so on.

After Jiang Xia cleaned this high-level combat type light brain, he put it in a plastic bag and came to Old Qiao An's office.

At this moment, Jo Ann was putting her feet on her desk, holding a bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey, looking drunk and hazy.

In the era of the universe, immigrants always love the specialties of their hometowns, and immigrants from China always have things like Lao Gan Ma, Fuling mustard, Pixian bean paste, and White Rabbit toffee.

Joan was an American immigrant, and his favorite was Jack Daniel's and Marlboro.

Qiao An is in his eighties, fat and tall, four times his weight than Jiang Xia, no matter where he goes, he always has a belly, silver hair, and a red rosacea.

Although Joan is a drinker, he has a good drink, and when he drinks too much, he sleeps on the table, snoring, and the only embarrassing problem is that he has a habit of drooling while sleeping.

"It's good to be young, you don't need to rest at all after an anatomical operation, I can't do it." Qiao An glanced at Jiang Xia who walked in, squinted his eyes slightly and said.

As he spoke, Qiao An threw out a small red box from his hand and threw it to Jiang Xia.

Swish~

Jiang Xia stretched out his right hand to catch it.

I saw that what Qiao An threw to him was a box of cigarette cartridges, not the Marlboro sign that Qiao An smoked herself, but the Chinese brand that Jiang Xia liked, a red box with two golden Chinese characters on it, and a golden Huabiao in the middle.

A box of 100 Zhonghua brand cigarette cartridges costs 60 federal yuan, which is five times more expensive than the Nanjing brand cigarette cartridges that Jiang Xia smokes every day, which is very luxurious for Jiang Xia.

"Thank you."

Jiang Xia said as he took out his e-cigarette pipe from his pocket.

Syllable~

Fingers pushed open the switch on the top of the cigarette cartridge, and then used two fingers to lightly clip out a black pill-like cigarette cartridge, and with a flick of the fingers, the cigarette cartridge rolled into the electronic pipe as if listening to Jiang Xia's order.

Immediately, he took his pipe in his mouth and expertly exhaled a puff of cyan smoke.

Nowadays, no one smokes real cigarettes, because real cigarettes are expensive, and secondly, cigarettes are not good for health.

And this kind of e-cigarette cartridge with cigarette flavor, it is neither addictive, nor does any harm to the body, the advanced chemical equation of the cartridge, can provide nicotine to bring the nerve soothing effect, is a very popular pastime in the era of the universe.

Jiang Xia took a few puffs of his cigarette and put the warrior's special light brain on Old Qiao'an's desk.

"What a special light brain..."Qiao An was slightly stunned, staring at the light brain on the table, and said in surprise.

As a surgeon who no longer entered the dissection room, Joan could still see at a glance that this light brain was different.

"So, he's a martial artist?"

Jiang Xia nodded and said: "Well, he is also a tough guy, when the enemy attacked, he used an overclocking concussion shell, which caused his internal organs to fail rapidly, but he insisted on climbing into the escape pod from the command room, but unfortunately, even the escape pod was destroyed, and he couldn't escape in the end." ”

Qiao An sighed softly, showed a look of pity, raised the wine bottle in his hand and said, "No matter what, tough guys are always worthy of admiration, let's respect this martial artist." ”

Joan took a sip of wine, wiped her mouth, and stroked the chip in her hand, looking a little serious.

The Earth Federation has been able to develop from a backward and barren small planet to today's point because of the tough guy spirit of never admitting defeat.

The Earth Federation worships tough guys, and Joan listened to the story of the deceased desperately trying to survive before his death, and felt a little emotional for a while.

Jiang Xia stared at the light brain, his eyes were captured by Qiao An, and he asked with a smile, "What?" Are you interested in this thing? ”

Jiang Xia nodded, "Well, this is the first time I've seen a combat-type light brain with such a sophisticated structure. ”

Qiao An smiled, threw the light brain to Jiang Xia casually, and said disapprehantly: "The light brain is bound to the master's genetic information, there is no way to crack it, no matter how advanced it is?" Once the master dies, the light brain will become useless, anyway, he is not an earthling, no one will come to investigate, since you like it, leave it as a souvenir. ”

......

Joan has been single all his life and has no family, so the leader allowed him to live on the second floor of the appraisal center, in a small suite.

Jiang Xia lived next door to Lao Qiao'an, a small room of about ten square meters, which used to be a utility room, the room was small and simple, only a table, a chair, a cabinet, and a bed.

Back in the room, Jiang Xia sat on the bed and smoked another cigarette cartridge.

The taste of Zhonghua brand cigarette cartridges is rich and pure, and it is really a penny, and the gap between Nanjing and China is still quite big in a box of twelve yuan.

It is said that if the pods are produced by the Earth General Factory, they will taste better than those produced by the major colonial factories, but unfortunately, it is expensive to transport the pods from the distant Earth to the Beta, and the original Zhonghua brand is more than ten times more expensive than the factory production.

Not to mention a low-income class like Jiangxia, even Lao Qiao An himself is reluctant to smoke the earth's original Marlboro.

After smoking this cartridge, Jiang Xia put the electronic pipe on the bedside table, got into the space quilt, and told the central control system to turn off the lights with a sound, and the system adjusted to night mode.

Jiang Xia reached out and took out an e-book from under the pillow, opened it, and turned to the page he read last night.

This is a theoretical book about the nervous system, the content is boring and boring, but Jiang Xia reads it with relish, and his ability to become an excellent surgeon at such a young age has a lot to do with the fact that he secretly worked hard to study.

It's a pity that Jiang Xia's skills are even amazing to Old Qiao An, but he didn't have a chance to get a doctor's license.

After all, to become a doctor, you must first be admitted to medical school, and Jiang Xia completely relied on the wild path of self-taught.

After a long time, Jiang Xia lay on the bed, tossing and turning and never being able to sleep, and he still held the rare battle-type light brain in his hand.

Jiang Xia couldn't help but think, how many secrets were hidden in this little light brain?

The dead warrior, where was he born, what kind of martial arts he practiced, how many battles he participated in, and how many dangers he encountered in battle?

Who he loved, who he hated, who he admired, whether he had family and children, his whole life was all contained in this little light brain.

"It would be nice if I could open this light brain and take a look." Jiang Xia muttered to himself, and then closed his eyes.

Strangely, when Jiang Xia closed his eyes, he saw a white progress bar in the dark.

The progress bar reads, "Current cracking progress, one hundredth..."