Song Shaozhen looked at Zhao Xuan in surprise and asked, "How do you know?" ”

Zhao Xuan sighed helplessly and said, "Your research can be suspended first, because that consciousness ...... It's mine. ”

Song Shaofeng didn't pay too much attention to the feathers and dead birds of prey that had been confirmed to be invalid.

Just leave those things to the research institute.

But he was quite concerned about the abnormal situation on Zhao Xuan's body, frowned, and asked, "Shaozhen, what's the matter?" ”

Song Shaozhen said: "I took Zhao Xuan's blood last time, and after research, I found that the division speed of cells in Zhao Xuan's blood is much higher than that of normal people. ”

"Well, about sixty percent." Song Shaozhen took out his notebook and flipped through it to find out the specific data.

"So I did a proliferation experiment."

Song Shaozhen closed the notebook and continued: "In the early hours of the morning, I found that these pieces of meat produced by proliferation actually appeared self-conscious. ”

"Soon, however, the pieces of conscious flesh collapsed."

Song Shaozhen explained the previous experiment to a few people.

Comparing Zhao Xuan's bizarre gaze, it can basically be determined that those flesh and blood consciousnesses are indeed his own, as Zhao Xuan said.

However, whether the collapse of flesh and blood is due to Zhao Xuan's consciousness or other reasons will continue to be studied.

However, the proliferation experiment on Zhao Xuan's blood could only be temporarily stopped until the danger to Zhao Xuanhe's laboratory was ruled out.

Song Shaofeng has no jurisdiction over the institute, these things are just a reminder from his elder brother to his younger brother.

Fortunately, Song Shaozhen's attitude towards research has always been rigorous, and when he heard Song Shaofeng's reminder, he also nodded in agreement.

After hearing this, Song Shaozhen once again offered his farewell: "This time I can go, right?" The institute is really busy. ”

"And there's more." Zhao Xuan stopped Song Shaozhen and said, "You have monitoring equipment in your research institute, right?" ”

Zhao Xuan raised his tightly bandaged left hand and signaled, "Every time I lose too much blood, I will enter the illusion realm of the 'Xuanyuan Heart Refining Method', do you need to monitor it?" ”

Song Shaozhen thought for a while, although the first study of the bird of prey that had turned into a human form was very attractive to him, but the study of Zhao Xuan was more important.

With a sigh, Song Shaozhen made up his mind and said, "I'll go get the equipment." ”

After that, Song Shaozhen walked out of the door of the infirmary while making a phone call.

Not long after, Song Shaozhen and a researcher he didn't know pushed the cart and walked in.

There is a set of equipment neatly stacked on the trolley.

"Brainwave monitor." Song Shaozhen explained as he unloaded his things from the trolley, "You can check the activity of various parts of your brain to make some research speculations. ”

After working with the "Journey to the West" group for so long, Song Shaozhen finally realized that it was meaningless to talk to them about those complex research results and calculations, and only needed to talk about some common sense.

Of course, this "common sense" is what Song Shaozhen thinks of himself.

Along with Song Shaozhen is a female expert named Hu Jing, who specializes in the study of human brain signals and is in her fifties.

After Schumann's introduction, Zhao Xuan learned that most of the previous research on Cheng Schumann was carried out by this female expert.

Hu Jing, like the other experts at the institute, is not talkative except for research.

Song Shaofeng and a few people helped put the monitoring equipment in place, and Hu Jing waved his hand and said to a few people: "Don't make trouble here, let's go." ”

Everyone knew the character of these researchers, but they didn't feel offended, said hello to Zhao Xuan, and went out.

Zhao Xuan looked at the research institute meticulously debugging the equipment and sighed secretly.

It's almost four o'clock in the morning, and Zhao Xuan really can't figure it out, aren't these researchers sleeping?

Hu Jing pasted more than a dozen metal electrodes connected to wires on Zhao Xuan's head, and asked him to wear a helmet-like hat.

Let Zhao Xuan lie on the bed in the infirmary like this, and Hu Jing herself connected the line to the computer, sat in front of the monitor, and watched the data fluctuations on it.

After a minute or two, Hu Jing nodded, then turned his head to Zhao Xuan and said, "The equipment is fine, you can sleep." ”

Zhao Xuan glanced at the old expert helplessly, and secretly complained, who can wear a helmet and say that he will sleep?

Eyes swept over Hu Jing, who was staring intently at the monitor, and Song Shaozhen, who was helping to check the line on the side, Zhao Xuan closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

I don't know how long I stayed up with my eyes closed, and Song Shaozhen and Hu Jing, who were next to me, didn't speak.

Thanks to the tossing and turning all day today, Zhao Xuan finally fell asleep.

After losing blood, being able to enter the illusion space of the "Xuanyuan Refining Heart Method" is already a 100% certain.

This time, it's the same.

When Zhao Xuan opened his eyes, he found that he had once again entered the illusion space.

What is strange is that in the space this time, there are still no two directors, Zhang and Zhao.

I didn't hear that annoying greeting anymore.

In view of the last accident, Zhao Xuan immediately became vigilant and cautiously walked towards the stone monument in the center of the space.

Around the stele, there was not a single figure.

Not only the two directors, but also the birdman I saw before did not appear here.

Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, at least he could be sure that this time it was not an attack from the world of consciousness.

Zhao Xuan, who was relaxed, finally had the energy to observe the surrounding situation.

Only then did Zhao Xuan realize that the gray-white stele in front of him, half of which was facing upwards, actually turned red.

And there are a lot more cracks on the stele than last time I saw it.

Zhao Xuan frowned, raised his head and observed the stone tablet in front of him.

The crimson top of the stele made Zhao Xuan feel a little familiar.

Soon, Zhao Xuan remembered where this déjà vu came from.

Last time in the illusion, the top of Ferdinand's "Spear of Longinus", after being contaminated with blood mist, was exactly the same color.

Under careful observation, Zhao Xuan found that the top of the red tower and the bottom of the gray-white tower were constantly fluctuating at the junction.

For example, in the battlefield situation map, the line of control of the two armies is repeatedly contested.

After watching for I don't know how long, Zhao Xuan noticed that the gray and white parts should be dominant, and the red parts were gradually eating away.

During the time that Zhao Xuan was observing, unconsciously, the gray-white color extended upwards again, and only about one-third of the crimson part remained.

Zhao Xuan didn't know what the two colors represented, and he didn't know whether the gray and white predominance was good or bad for him.

I don't know how to change the current situation.

Zhao Xuan acted as a spectator in his own consciousness world.

The two colors seem to be fighting for control of the stele, and they are repeatedly tugging at each other.

Crimson once fought back strongly, reoccupying half of the stone tablet.

But in the end, it was the off-white that prevailed, forcing the crimson to the top of the tower.

Zhao Xuan just raised his head and stared at the stone tablet, observing the situation of the two, completely forgetting the time.

After the crimson was pushed to the top of the tower, the color became darker and seemed to be more tenacious.

Several attacks by Gray and White were blocked by Crimson.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and the gray and white could not attack for a long time, and the red was powerless to fight back.

After a long time, or just a moment, both colors seemed to realize that they couldn't really solve each other.

This repeated tug-of-war finally stopped.

A straight line emerges, traversing the two.

The two colors no longer continue to try to attack, but follow this line, falling silent.

The spire, which occupies about a tenth of the entire stele, has turned red, while the rest of the tower is still gray and white.

Zhao Xuan didn't know what this meant, but he at least knew that his body, compared to before, must have undergone some changes.

Not long after the two colors stopped fighting, Zhao Xuan felt as if something in his brain had suddenly exploded.

With a "boom", Zhao Xuan's eyes went dark, and he fainted.

Opening his eyes again, Zhao Xuan found that he had returned to reality.

Half of it was a white ceiling, and the other half was a metallic helmet.

Zhao Xuan turned his head and saw Hu Jing, who was still sitting there motionless. opened his mouth and said, "Teacher Hu, I'm awake." ”

As soon as the words came out, Zhao Xuan was startled by his hoarse voice.

"Hmm." Hu Jing agreed, turned his head, and looked at Zhao Xuan who was lying on the bed.

Zhao Xuan found that he was still in high spirits last night, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Ahem." Zhao Xuan cleared his throat before asking, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

Hu Jing raised his hand, glanced at the time, and said, "If you count the sleep time alone, it is eleven hours and thirty-five minutes." ”

"So long!" Zhao Xuan exclaimed, and finally reacted to what was going on with his throat and the bloodshot in Hu Jing's eyes.

Song Shaozhen heard Zhao Xuan's voice and also walked over.

Seeing that Zhao Xuan had woken up, he reached out to help Zhao Xuan take off the monitoring helmet on his head.

Zhao Xuan sat up straight, looking at Song Shaozhen and Hu Jing with a haggard face, although he had a lot of questions, he always felt that he couldn't ask.

On the contrary, it was Song Shaozhen who called Song Shaofeng first, told him that Zhao Xuan had woken up, and asked him to send some food.

Then, he took out his notebook and asked, "Tell me, what did you encounter?" ”

Zhao Xuan thought about what to say, and then told Song Shaozhen what happened in the illusion just now.

Song Shaozhen did not interrupt Zhao Xuan's words, but waited until Zhao Xuan finished speaking, then turned his head and asked Hu Jing next to him: "What do you think?" ”

Hu Jing listened to Zhao Xuan's words while looking at the thick stack of monitoring records on the table.

Hearing Song Shaozhen's question, he raised his head and said to Song Shaozhen: "It's basically the same as the monitoring results." ”

Zhao Xuan still couldn't help but ask, "What are the test results?" ”

"There's an active area in the central longitudinal fissure of your brain." Hu Jing frowned, flipped through the records, and continued: "This active area, from the beginning of about five centimeters, began to fluctuate, and finally stayed at about ten centimeters in length. ”