Memories explode in the mind.

Scenes of familiarity and unfamiliarity kept flashing back in front of my eyes.

Meng Yiran felt that his whole body was swept into the whirlpool of memory, sinking along the deepest part of the memory whirlpool.

He saw a flashback of memories that seemed familiar, but somewhat different.

Still in the familiar Big Bird walking around the tavern, there were still many people drinking inside, and he saw his young self pushing the door in despair.

Beep, you were fired by the foreman again?

A rugged worker, whose face he could no longer remember, had sharp eyes, and when he saw him enter the door, he immediately began to laugh at his dismissal from the foreman.

Young Meng Yiran's eyes widened: You fart! I didn't!

I saw you holding the foreman's thigh and begging him not to quit you.

It was a common practice to make fun of him, and the people in the tavern burst out laughing when they heard the rough worker's words, as if they had seen the scene with their own eyes.

Mom, that's when he won't let me go! In the end, I had no choice, I hugged his leg and begged him, and he was willing to let me go!

He saw the young self in his memory blush, and said with a red face: I will become a flame bearer in a short time! Mom, the foreman has taken a fancy to my potential and is unwilling to let me go!

You say you can be a fire-uploader?

Hahahahaha! Brothers! Do you know what I just heard? This guy who drank too much actually said that he could be a fire bearer! It's the funniest joke I've ever heard today!

The tavern erupted in laughter.

In the eyes of the workers in the tavern, most of the people who will drink in this tavern are low-level and marginal people who are in a similar situation to themselves, crawling in the gutter, and Meng Yiran's words sound like a teenager who came out of the slums and declared that he would become a millionaire in the future.

is an unrealistic pipe dream.

The old men of the intellectual aristocracy were born noble, intelligent and talented, and their lives could never be reached by stupid low-level people like themselves.

Then the picture shattered.

The fragments fly to form a new memory screen, and the perspective changes from third person to eerie first person.

The room is full of lines and pipes scattered on the ground, the rough and simple decoration reveals a decoration style of the industrial revolution, some of the pipes outside are spraying a little steam outward, making the room a little cloudy, the chairman is sitting on the iron throne, scanning himself with flashing red electronic eyes.

The same is true for Meng. He spoke slowly, the cold and mechanical electronic voice without the slightest fluctuation of human feelings, you escaped from the duties of the fire-bearer because you were afraid of personal death, and the fire-passing ceremony almost failed, resulting in the death and death of nearly half of the population of Night City in this disaster, and your performance this time I am very disappointed.

Chairman Meng Yiran heard his own voice coming, he could clearly feel the uncontrollable fear in his heart from the memory, as if the person in the memory knew what kind of outcome he was going to face, and even his voice trembled a little: Please give me a chance, whatever you ask me to do, I will definitely not let you down again this time..

The chairman sitting on the Iron Throne didn't say anything, but just quietly looked at Meng Yiran in his memories with his blood-red electronic eyes.

Meng Yiran felt a strong pressure in his heart, and then his perspective changed, and he couldn't help but look at the ground without the courage to continue to look at him under the pressure of the chairman.

This state seemed to last for a long time, but it seemed to last only a few minutes, and then a relieved answer came.

Give you a chance, and it's up to you whether you can grasp it.

A strong emotion of joy suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, and was conveyed to Meng Yiran, who was recalling this memory, he felt that the memory of his heart was full of joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, as well as gratitude for the chairman's generosity, but in the next second, these emotions changed as the picture changed

It was instantly flipped into fear and resentment.

He saw a man tied to a chair, his hands and feet bound by the restraint belts of the chair, and a full-coverage helmet on his head, on the top of which there were many pinprick-like protrusions, the tips of which were connected with bundles of intertwined wires, dragged to the ground, and finally attached to a huge machine behind the chair.

What the hell is this doing? Let me go! Who the hell are you? The vigilante? Or is it the chairman's guard? The chairman has promised me a chance before! You can't punish me without permission! This is illegal! , if you let the chairman know what you just injected me?!

However, no one paid attention to his shouting, and researchers in white coats were busy going back and forth in the room, some of them debugging equipment, some recording data on paper, and others holding syringes full of liquid medicine for the person strapped to the chair, injecting the medicine needed for the next experiment.

The commissioning phase has been completed. The researcher who seemed to be the leader nodded, gestured to the team members to get ready, he looked at the test subject who was still yelling, trying to break free, and replied in an extremely formulaic tone: Mr. Meng, please rest assured, this experiment was authorized and approved by the chairman, you are the subject of this experiment, presumably this is the opportunity given to you by the chairman.

I hope you will take advantage of this experiment and show the Chairman the value of the Immortal Program

After a brief silence, a slightly dull but hopeless and resentful wail came out of the helmet, but the researchers present were no longer surprised, and no one paid attention to his swearing and wailing.

I curse you! I curse you!

At the beginning of the experiment, all units paid attention to recording all the details and anomalies in the experiment

Then, a strong electric light engulfed Meng Yiran's consciousness.

The screen flashed.

Meng Yiran seemed to have returned to the whirlpool of memories before.

Falling, falling, falling towards the deepest memory, towards the memory that no one can tell.

Then, he woke up again.

The light of the shadowless lamp pierced people's eyes, Meng Yiran felt as if he had experienced a long sleep, wandering in the cold and lonely darkness for an unknown amount of time, and almost when his spirit was about to collapse, he woke up from the darkness, saw the light again, and felt the warmth.

He appeared to be lying on an operating table, and soon, as his eyes adjusted to the light, he began to see the scene around him.

He was firmly locked to the operating table with restraints, and many strange-looking instruments on the side of the operating table were attached to his body, and he seemed to be wearing a helmet on his head, and he could feel many cold electrodes attached to his head.

The doctor in a white coat with a blurred face appeared under the shadowless lamp, and he seemed to notice Meng Yiran's awakening: Are you awake? Remember what your name was?

Meng Yiran was stunned, and then he heard the self in his memory say in a slightly confused tone: My name is Meng Meng Meng Yiran?

It should be his name, but with an unbelievable tone.

Very good. The doctor seemed to smile, and Meng Yiran could hear the excitement in his voice, it seemed that the operation was successful, and the soul transcription technique could preliminarily confirm that the practice was successful!

Can you think of anything else? For example, who you are, what you are good at, and the last thing you remember

It only needs to be said briefly, and it does not need to be too detailed

Listening to this series of questions, Meng Yiran, who was reminiscing about the past, already felt a little chill down his spine.

He instinctively refused to answer the question, but the self in his memories was completely unmoved by his will.