Anchor

"drop--"

"Drip-"

"Drip-drip-"

Large and small instruments are placed around the white iron frame bed, each emitting prompt sounds of different frequencies.A man was lying flat on the bed. His upper body was naked, and his lower body was only wearing a pair of black shorts. His face was pale and his eyes were closed.Cables of different colors extend from the man to the machine, drawing images with the beating of the heart, the activity of the brain and the response of the viscera.

The man lying on the bed undoubtedly has a good figure, thin muscles fit the bones, the lines are graceful and not obtrusive, the shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, the legs are straight and slender, the whole person is lying silently, like a leopard ready to go .The man's face was also outstanding, with a pair of thick eyebrows slanted into the temples, thick eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and plump lips. He slept extremely restlessly, with violent eye movements, as if he would wake up at any time.

"Click."

The door was pushed open, and a group of people in white coats stepped into the room. The leading woman picked up a small notebook, looked around at the images and numbers displayed by the instrument, wrote a few words on the notebook, and said to the man beside her: " I think it's almost there."

Wei Hao nodded: "I'll call Qi Gong over."

Yang Yi stretched out her hand to check the temperature of the man's forehead, sighed, turned and left the room, and a group of people followed her pace and left.

Outside the room is an open space, people who come and go are all wearing white coats, and there is an extremely strong smell of disinfectant.Yang Yi looked in through the huge glass window, the man was lying flat on the bed unconscious, his chest rising and falling showed that he was still alive.

"Mr. Yang."

A male voice sounded behind Yang Yi, Yang Yi didn't look back, stared at the man in the room and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"He is our only hope."

"You really think so?" Yang Yi asked suspiciously.

"I must feel so."

Yang Yi tilted his head, the glass window reflected Qi Kuo's face.

Qi Kuo was also wearing a white coat, with his hands in his pockets.Different from the handsome appearance of the man on the bed, he looks more stern, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, fair skin, light red lips, even the eyeballs are light brownish yellow, like a painting with insufficient coloring.He stood beside Yang Yi, a head taller than Yang Yi, 1.8 meters tall, thin and tall, with an indifferent temperament. He stared at the man in the ward and said, "Get ready to start."

"He is not our 'only' hope." Yang Yi said, "He is one of our hopes."

"What you can't deny is that if he succeeds, it will be the best outcome of all our plans." Qi Kuo said, "At that time, our sacrifices will all be meaningful."

Yang Yi thought for a while, then slowly nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Hearing Qi Kuo say the beginning, a team of about seven or eight people walked into the room, put a helmet on the man's head, and projected various values ​​on the glass window.Qi Kuo and Yang Yi stared intently at the rapidly tumbling numbers, the numbers slowed down and finally stopped at the number 7023.

"More than 7000 T..." Yang Yi sighed, "How old is he?"

"25." Qi Kuo said.

"25 years old, more than 7000 T memories." Yang Yi said.

Qi Kuo ignored Yang Yi's sigh and said, "June 2087, 6, find out."

The numbers scroll backwards, Yang Yi looks up at the numbers, Qi Kuo looks at the glass window, and sees the man in the helmet through the numbers.The man frowned, and beads of sweat slid across his forehead and into his neck.

Qi Kuo kept his hands in his pockets and never took them out. He said, "Stop."

The numbers roll to an abrupt end, June 2087, 6, 5.

"Extract and store." Qi Kuo said, "Save the underlying memory modules as much as possible."

Yang Yi turned around and recruited her students to her side. She personally pushed a three-tiered trolley full of different medicines into the room.

The pain of memory cleaning is comparable to that of female childbirth, and the glass ward is specially made with five levels of sound insulation.Qi Kuo stood in front of the glass window, his hands never leaving his coat pockets.The man in the room didn't let out a scream, he trembled violently and swallowed his roar, only the bursting veins and layers of sweat could tell that he was suffering inhuman pain.

The wall clock in the hall rang on the hour, and a crisp "dong" woke up Qi Kuo who was lost in thousands of thoughts, and he blinked.The man on the hospital bed had finished memory cleansing, Yang Yi picked up the sedative and pushed it into the man's upper arm muscles, and the students evacuated the room in an orderly manner.

"Qi Gong." Wei Hao said, "Anchor Point No. 20870609 has completed the extraction of 90 memory, [-]% of the underlying memory is saved, and the task is completed."

Qi Kuo said, "Where's the memory card?"

"Here." Wei Hao handed the card to Qi Kuo, "Who will train Mr. Yan later?"

"It's up to me." Qi Kuo took the card and put it in his pocket, "How about debugging the simulator?"

"I'm doing the last round of debugging." Wei Hao said, "I just don't know the material..."

"You don't have to worry about the material." Qi Kuo turned his eyes back to the man inside the glass window, "If he wakes up smoothly in three days, the memory cleaning technology will be extended to all anchor points."

Wei Hao couldn't bear it: "Why do experiments on real people?"

"Because..." Qi Kuo murmured, "... Humans are running out of time."

[Yan Lang. 】

【"Ah——he has a knife! He cut someone!"】

【"help me!"】

[Yan Lang. 】

[Yan Lang!do not come! 】

【"Help! He has a knife!"】

Screams, explosions, and footsteps mixed together, as if a carnival was held in his head. A male voice was low and gentle, and the male voice kept calling a name, Yan Lang, Yan Lang.

Yan Lang.

who is he?Who is calling for help?Who has a knife?

Who is……

Who is Yan Lang?

[Don't make me worry about you anymore. 】

【You should have changed your job long ago. 】

[I don't want to hear about your hospitalization anymore. 】

【You can't...】

[Can't you consider me? 】

[Yan Lang. 】

[Yan Lang!do not come! 】

【"Help! He has a knife! Help me!"】

【do not come! 】

[Yan Lang! 】

The man lying flat on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath. The dazzling white light of the ceiling lamp illuminated his vision to barrenness. Color blocks and syllables.The man's eyes were squinted, he felt trapped in the soft bedding, the bed, the white wall, the one-way glass window, nouns popped up one after another, except for these nouns, his name and his past were all blank.

There was a dull pain in the back of his head, as if he had been hit by the gravity of a hammer. The man propped up his body and half sat up, and tore off the magnetic disk stuck to his body. "

"Oh!"

The door of the room was pushed open, and the crowd came in one after another, surrounded by the man. The headed woman in her 30s asked, "Mr. Yan, what's wrong with you?"

The man looked at the woman in surprise, his black eyes were clear and bright, and the tiny fear was like sand on the bottom. He lowered his eyelashes, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Since he's awake, I'll take him back." Qi Kuo, who was standing next to Yang Yi and took a half step back, said, "He probably doesn't remember anything."

The man looked at Qi Kuo, with vigilance and doubt in his eyes.

Qi Kuo said: "Hello, Officer Yan, my name is Qi Kuo, your mentor."

"Hi, may I ask..." the man said, "what's my name?"

"Your name is Yan Lang." Qi Kuo stood at the end of the hospital bed with his hands in his pockets, looking at Yan Lang, "You used to be an armed policeman."

His name is Yan Lang, the man lowered his head and thought, he used to be an armed policeman, so why is he lying here, what happened?

"Mr. Yang." Qi Kuo turned to Yang Yi and said, "I'll be alone with him for a while."

"Okay, his physical stats are fine, and he is as healthy as ever." Yang Yi said.

"Okay, thank you." Qi Kuo said.

Yang Yi led the students out of the room, Qi Kuo went to the door, locked the door, changed the one-way glass to an opaque mode, turned around and looked at Yan Lang who was sitting on the bed and didn't know what to think: "You can call me Brother Qi. "

"Teacher Qi." Yan Lang said, "You said you were my mentor."

Qi Kuo frowned, his complexion was extremely fair, and his yellow-brown eyes were narrowed like snake pupils. He repeated in a heavy tone: "Call me Brother Qi."

"?" Yan Lang was stunned, he didn't understand why Qi Kuo was obsessed with addressing him, and Qi Kuo seemed very unapproachable.

Qi Kuo stood where he was, realizing that his emotions were not right, and barely suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and said, "Stand up, and I will take you to the dormitory."