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"You're going to take part in the experiment?" After listening to Zhou Yang's words, Chu Zhengxuan was not surprised: "You must know that although this experiment has been actually operated several times, it is still very immature, and our plan is to use inmates to collect some data first and then use professionals to participate, it is still too early." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"But I have a very important question to verify, if this virtual reality is exactly the same as the dream I know. Then what Professor Guo said may not be without a certain degree of truth. ā€

"Extinction of the human race?" Chu Zhengxuan shook his head noncommittally: "Officer Zhou, although I am willing to think about the possibilities, common sense still makes me feel that this is a bit alarmist. ā€

"Commissioner Chu, assuming that the organization that created this murder weapon is also the creator of this dream, then it shows a very serious problem. Not only have they mastered this virtual reality and robotics that is far beyond the existing technology, but they are also able to connect this reality directly to the human brain in a way. Zhou Yang's face was solemn: "Commissioner Chu, Professor Wang, I don't know if I can make such an assumption, assuming that this organization has the technology to remotely interfere with dreams, then it can also stuff other things into people's brains, and maybe it can also endanger human lives without knowing it, if this kind of technology really exists, it can indeed produce great dangers." ā€

Chu Zhengxuan was silent, but Professor Wang stroked his stubble and began to frown: "This little comrade...... What's your name. ā€

"My surname is Zhou."

"Comrade Xiao Zhou." Professor Wang pondered and used a more old-fashioned title: "You mean, when someone dreams about the same scene as this virtual reality?" ā€

"I'm not sure yet, so I'm going to experience it for myself and deal with a few doubts." Zhou Yang raised his finger: "First of all, we must determine the relationship between this virtual reality and the dream, and secondly, find a way to figure out whether there is someone manipulating it behind it, and more importantly, the 'narrator'." ā€

"What's wrong with the narrator?" Chu Zhengxuan asked.

"I have a vague intuition that this narrator is a key, and of course, it's just intuition."

"I think Xiao Zhou's idea is okay." Professor Wang clapped his hands: "It just so happens that the experimental equipment has just been prepared, and Comrade Xiao Zhou will be on top of the experimental sample when it is not available, which can not only help us complete the experiment, but also verify his own ideas." ā€

"Professor Wang, Officer Zhou is not a registered experimental sample." Chu Zhengxuan reminded.

"Of course I know that." Professor Wang's tone was dissatisfied: "The first few prisons were nothing serious, how could I hurt Comrade Xiao Zhou?" What's more, everyone agrees. ā€

"Officer Zhou, let me remind you once again that although we have certain technical capabilities to ensure your safety, it is still a very dangerous operation to use a probe to penetrate the medulla oblongata, and accidents can always happen, are you sure you want to participate?" Chu Zhengxuan turned to Zhou Yang and solemnly reminded again.

"I'm pretty sure I trust you."

"Okay, then Professor Wang, you can arrange it for him, and all the procedures are indispensable."

"Leave it to me."

Seeing that Chu Zhengxuan and Professor Wang quickly finalized the matter, Zhou Yang frowned secretly, not knowing whether to praise the two of them for being neat and tidy, and there was a feeling that something was wrong, until he accompanied Professor Wang to apply for insurance, signed an agreement, and lay on the experimental bed and saw Chu Zhengxuan next to him, he realized something: "Commissioner Chu, this is what you and Lao Yang have calculated a long time ago." ā€

"Not bad." Chu Zhengxuan replied unexpectedly and simply: "We do have this meaning, but we didn't expect you to take the initiative like Officer Zhou." ā€

Zhou Yang frowned slightly.

"Officer Zhou, you are the first senior police officer in Interpol to contact this case, and you are still Chinese, so you have a high employment value." Chu Zhengxuan explained: "The second is your personality, you are a serious and persistent person to find the truth, then you will definitely participate in our investigation with great enthusiasm and initiative, which is also what we are very much looking forward to seeing, participating in this experiment is also one of them, our original plan is to select a group of professionals to investigate together after the mode of this experiment matures, I didn't expect you to provide other clues, our plan should be accelerated, everything in this virtual reality, we must investigate and understand it as soon as possible." ā€

"Commissioner Chu, you may feel it, I don't appreciate you." Zhou Yang hesitated for a moment, and looked at Chu Zhengxuan, who was still expressionless: "You are a person who pays attention to efficiency and is essentially ruthless, maybe this is a good professional quality for a military officer, but I don't like it, you people can sacrifice everything you can in order to achieve your goals, so it seems ......"

"Lack of humanity, right?" Chu Zhengxuan nodded: "The purpose of our work is to deal with the war and not simply to achieve justice, Officer Zhou, you have to understand." ā€

"Of course I do." Zhou Yang sighed: "The struggle at your level is difficult to understand with a simple distinction between good and evil; I admit that you may be good comrades-in-arms, but I don't want to fall victim to your critical moments. ā€

"Mr. Zhou, in any case, I think we have a consensus at least now, that is, to find out the truth." Chu Zhengxuan's tone was noncommittal, he took a step back and made way for Professor Wang, who was holding a large pile of instruments: "Maybe if you succeed, you will save the world." ā€

He would even joke? Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment.

Professor Wang put down the things in his hand and began to tie the straps on Zhou Yang's body, his white eyebrows trembled: "Xiao Zhou, don't think that we are using you as a prisoner, it's not like that." ā€

"I know that this is to prevent abnormal stimulation of the cranial nerves from causing motor nervous system reflexes." Zhou Yang nodded: "I have read the experiment manual." ā€

"That's good, we are willing to cooperate with people like you when we do scientific research, you must know that kind of reflex is not a trivial matter, during the experiment, your arms and legs move around, at least it will interfere with the experimental process, or at worst it will cause fractures, and even human life, don't forget that you have something inserted in your medulla oblongata during the experiment, that is not a joke, the medulla oblongata is the real life center, once it is broken, it is really broken, and the lightest is a paralysis. One of the first few experiments almost had such an incident. ā€

"Professor Wang, you said that now the heart can be replaced with artificial products, and in the future development of medicine, can things like the medulla oblongata of the brain be replaced with artificial products?" Zhou Yang pondered, and suddenly his brain opened up and asked.

"Who knows? I heard that there are a lot of bionic nerves in Europe and the United States, who knows if my old man will be able to see them in his lifetime? Professor Wang pursed his lips, and then picked up another syringe: "This Xiao Zhou, we are going to anesthetize now, and if the experiment is successful after a while, you will probably be able to get there." ā€

Zhou Yang nodded, and then looked at the few white coats in the room, they were all expressionless, and they looked skillful when operating the tools, which made Zhou Yang feel a chill again, and remembered the words 'sample' on the previous experiment report, and couldn't help but be a little frightened.

These experimenters often do this kind of dangerous experiments, including this Professor Wang, who looks a little confused, when he mentions the first few participants in the experiment, he is also a 'sample' and a 'experiment', maybe in their eyes, he is no different from the first few criminals.

It's a self-inflicted effort.

Zhou Yang smiled self-deprecatingly, and inexplicably began to recall the events of his childhood.

It was a foreign trip, he pulled his sister-in-law and kept asking questions, and the sister-in-law was bored by the question, so she scolded loudly, and what impressed Zhou Yang the most was the sentence:

"This unlucky boy asks and asks all day long, and sooner or later he asks himself to the Hades Palace."

Later, Zhou Yang learned that his sister-in-law couldn't help but feel a little wronged when he was chatting with her boyfriend on the phone, and at this time, he suddenly felt that he was not wronged, the truth that character determines fate is so simple, he wants to get to the bottom of it, and he can't help but put himself in a dangerous situation.

He saw the murder weapon connected to the lower end of the experimental instrument, hideous, elegant and sharp, three sharp claws connected to the head of the experimental bed along the sensing cable, Zhou Yang injected anesthetic, only to feel that his head was buckled by something, and he lost consciousness in silence.

……

Qin Ye shook his wheelchair and moved slowly through the airport.

The noise on the side of the road stimulated his nerves, which were already numb to pain, and he turned a deaf ear, just looking down on the vibrant world from the side of the railing with slightly gray eyes.

The doctor walked over and put the glass of water in his hand on the cup holder on Qin Ye's side.

"Doctor." Qin Ye didn't look away: "You say, is it possible that I won't be able to go back to the United States?" ā€

The doctor frowned: "Qin, I and basically all the doctors who have diagnosed you believe that you have at least one year left, a simple trip around the world doesn't take that long, and you have plenty of time to go home." ā€

"I'm not obsessed with my hometown, doctor, it's just that I have a hunch that I probably won't come back to this place." Qin Ye shook his head: "I can't tell you this feeling, it may be intuition." ā€

"You like America?" The doctor noticed that Qin Ye was observing the flow of people's gaze and couldn't help but ask.

"It's not about liking, it's about appreciating it."

"What is there to admire?"

The doctor frowned and looked below, the congested crowd, the hurried faces, and the picture without any sense of novelty were full of capitalist decay and impetuousness.

"Appreciate a miracle of human civilization." Qin Ye suddenly raised his head and turned his gaze to the doctor: "You know? Doctor, if human civilization on all continents in the world returns to prehistoric times in an instant, except for Africa and Australia, Europe and Asia can enter a mature feudal society through development, only the Americas cannot, they will maintain the social organization form of tribal clans, and it will be difficult to survive on this land with half farming, half herding and half fishing and hunting, and no mature feudal civilization will be born, although there are enough wide plains and water veins here. ā€

"Are you sure you're not sarcastic?"

The doctor raised his eyebrows, he really couldn't hear what miracles Qin Ye's words revealed.

"My reasoning is based on the environment of North America, where the Rocky Mountains and the Alabachian Mountains fall on the east and west sides of the United States, giving the North American land the shape of a funnel, and the north does not have any latitude mountains, which you may not know what this means, which means that the cold air of winter can move south from the north without hindrance, creating a winter that is far colder than other continents, and the water vapor of the Hudson Bay and the Great Lakes move south to meet the Gulf Current, forming terrifying blizzards, tornadoes, and cold waves. It's a hellish horror for any agrarian civilization, meaning that no matter how much they harvest in the summer, it's still difficult to get more people through each winter. ā€

"So what?"

"Only a civilization that is enough to conquer this environment can take root in North America, and the establishment of human conquest of the Americas and even the United States may be a disaster in the eyes of some people, but it means the great progress of human civilization, which is the greatest journey in the history of human civilization, and I am afraid that only human colonization of the moon in the future can be compared."

The doctor was silent for a while: "This is the Americas in the eyes of philosophers?" ā€

"I just like to look at civilization." Qin Ye sighed: "Whether it is great, small, glorious, dirty, beautiful, or ugly, it is all civilization. ā€

He was silent for a while, and a plane took off in the air with a whistling sound, and a sense of tiredness suddenly hit: "I'm going to sleep for a while, it's only an hour before boarding, and I don't need sleeping pills." ā€

Refusing the sleeping pills handed over by the doctor, Qin Ye fell into a deep stupor.

The roar of the airport faded away, and the green fields in the field of vision became clearer.

……

Zhou Yang stared at the grassland in front of him.

Although I had been mentally prepared for a long time, I was still dizzy when I saw that everything in front of me was exactly the same as last night's dream.

The shock in his heart was indescribable, a large number of doubts came to his heart and entered his mind, Zhou Yang looked at the small hill not far away that he had met with the 'narrator', looked down at the still tribe, and suddenly had a feeling of gradually getting closer to the truth.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Yang suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice, he looked at the person who appeared not far away to speak in amazement, it was easy to see that it was different from the lifeless tribe, his facial features were blurred, but it was obviously different from the 'narrator' that Zhou Yang saw for the first time.

It's a stranger.

"Who are you?" Zhou Yang asked.

"Who am I, you ask? Wait, are you using Chinese? He turned around, a pair of eyes on his blurred face were very clear, the brown pupils seemed a little cloudy, the first half of the sentence was still English, and the second half of the sentence became Chinese with a foreign flavor.

Zhou Yang paused for a moment, and suddenly woke up to the fact that the other party was actually answering his question: "Can you respond to my words?" ā€

The man didn't answer, just tilted his head and looked at Zhou Yang, as if thinking about something.

"How did you get in?" Zhou Yang settled down and began to ask, but his heart was quite shocked.

There was a lot of information written in that experiment log, but there was no one, and that was to meet other 'people' who had dreamed in this dream.

"It's a dream." 'He' muttered and turned his head to look at Zhou Yang: "But it's strange that you can use a Chinese accent that doesn't exist in my memory, is this a subconscious manifestation of my hidden creativity when I am awake in dormant activities?" ā€

Zhou Yang's face turned weird for a moment, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.