Anchor

The woman's point of view is Yan Lang's point of view, she watched the blade attacking her, frame by frame in slow motion, her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't hold the handle of the suitcase, she tried to run away, but her legs were so weak that she couldn't move step.

A strange man pushed her and blocked the dagger with his shoulder. The bright red blood hit the woman's fragile nerves like a hammer.Panting heavily, she forgot her cowardice for a moment, and rushed towards her ex-husband like an enraged tigress.

The strange man wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, and he pushed the woman back forcefully without making any sound.The woman's heart was beating like a drum, her blood was rushing, and her eardrums were bulging to block out the surrounding sounds. She saw her ex-husband being pinned to the ground, and the hyena-like man was swearing dirty words.The man who tied up the assailant was wearing the uniform of the armed police, with short hair, cut temples like a knife, and eyebrows painted in ink. It was Yan Lang himself.

The woman lowered her head, her palms were wet and sticky, only to realize that her hands were covered with blood, and the clothes of the strange man standing in front of her were stained with blood.She apologized in panic, took off her thin coat and bandaged the strange man: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm calling an ambulance." Her voice was weak and trembling, even though her hands trembled a few times without grabbing the clothes, she succeeded He tied his sleeves around the man's shoulders.

The strange man looked up at Yan Lang's back, and didn't speak for a long time.

Before the woman could pull out her mobile phone to call 120, the ambulance arrived at the scene with lights flashing. Nurses and onlookers hurriedly carried the strange man and woman into the car.The police car arrived half a minute late, and the two police officers handcuffed the assailant man, and the matter came to an end.

Familiar with dizziness, Yan Lang fell into an unconscious state, and the quiet mint smell floated into his nostrils, awakening Yan Lang.The simulation cabin door opened, Qi Kuo bent down to look in, and asked with concern: "How do you feel this time, do you still feel sick?"

"It's not disgusting anymore." Yan Lang sat up, walked out of the cabin with the help of the wall, and asked, "Is the man who killed someone alive?"

"Dead." Qi Kuo said, "died of advanced gastric cancer, starving to death without eating."

"Anchor point number two is called Mo Cenru, and she almost had a miscarriage due to excessive fright. Fortunately, she was strong-minded, and gave birth to a beautiful little girl three months after this happened." Yang Yi said, "She was arrested from the Hangzhou underground city. Live here."

"Your notebook." Qi Kuo handed over a notebook and a gel pen.

"Thank you." Yan Lang took the notebook and said, "I didn't write down too many time points this time, and she hardly looked at the watch during the itinerary."

"Can you see the process of breaking the virus from her perspective?" Wei Hao asked.

"I can't see it." Yan Lang shook his head, "Her view was just blocked by me." Yan Lang pulled a chair and sat down, opened his notebook, and drew a simple position map on the blank page with a pen, "She is stabbing From the first perspective of the murder case, I can fully see the movement of her ex-husband, the movement of the man who saved her, and her own position, so I can clearly know what happened at that time."

"You still want to save this man." Qi Kuo pointed to the man standing in front of the woman in the book.

"Why didn't you save him?" Yan Lang blinked in confusion, "He's a good man."

"If you don't save him, you can save the whole world." Qi Kuo said, "Why save him?"

Qi Kuo looked at Yang Yi and Wei Hao, and asked, "What do you think?"

"This happens to be the famous thought experiment in ethics, the trolley problem." Wei Hao smiled wryly. "On one side is all human beings, and on the other side is a good person. The trolley on the trolley is in the hands of Police Officer Yan."

"Is there any other way, such as shooting?" Yang Yi made a hypothesis.

"Grade B escort missions are not equipped with guns." Yan Lang said, "Unless you send me to June 6, I will apply for a gun."

"Can others block it?" Wei Hao asked, "For example, your teammates."

"I'm standing closest to the attack site." Yan Lang circled his position, "And it will take some time to give the order."

"I have to find a way to leave the box in the car." Yan Lang said.

Wei Hao and Yang Yi looked at each other, puzzled.

Qi Kuo said, "You don't have to save that person."

"Don't listen." Yan Lang wrote and drew in his notebook, rejecting Qi Kuo's suggestion.

Qi Kuo was so angry that he pinched Yan Lang's ears, there was really nothing he could do about him.

"In the simulation cabin, can I fast forward?" Yan Lang asked, "I want to read my memory a few more times."

"You can fast-forward." Wei Hao said, "The simulator is just a high-power player. I'll adjust which part you want to watch."

"Is it bothering you too much?" Yan Lang said embarrassedly, "If the operation is convenient, you can teach me, and I will adjust it myself."

"You don't have control authority." Qi Kuo looked at Wei Hao.

"Don't bother, this is my job." Wei Hao said quickly.

"Thank you." Yan Lang said, he tried his best to put all the details in his mind on the paper, his dark eyes were like soaked jade, and his appearance of pursing his lips and writing seriously looked like a student sitting in the examination room answering the paper.

"You are busy with your work." Qi Kuo said.

Yang Yi and Wei Hao looked at each other, and they exchanged their eyes secretly back and forth. Yang Yi pulled Wei Hao and said, "Come on, let's talk to Wang Gong about modeling."

Wei Hao echoed: "Okay, okay, I just happen to have a few questions for him."

The two walked out of the room singing in unison, leaving Qi Kuo and Yan Lang sitting side by side, it was purely Qi Kuo squeezed next to Yan Lang, and Yan Lang writing notes unconsciously.

Qi Kuo kissed Yan Lang's eartips, snorted the soft hair of the wolf dog with his fingers, and let out a breath of satisfaction.

Yan Lang muttered in a low voice: "Don't make trouble." He lowered his eyes and wrote stroke by stroke, his handwriting was square and neat, exuding a childish seriousness.

"I found a few problems." Yan Lang said, "On the morning of June 6, I seemed to be angry with my cohabiting partner."

"Because you found out that he was cheating." Qi Kuo said.

"Really, my reaction is more like I'm sorry for him." Yan Lang tapped his forehead with the pen.

"He cheated casually after cheating. You didn't know it at that time." Qi Kuo said, "You thought you misunderstood him." Sure enough, lying too much will become a habit, Qi Kuo thought.

"Okay, another question, Mo Cenru has an admirer, is he alive?" Yan Lang asked.

"He is Anchor Point Three." Qi Kuo said, "His memory will be delivered tomorrow."

"How did you find these anchor points?" Yan Lang asked.

"Locate all the people who entered and exited the international departure floor of T6 terminal of Yanning Airport from 5:8 am to 10:3 am on June [-]. After removing the dead, there are only ten people left." Qi Kuo said, "Find the anchor. The point is simple, convincing them to accept memory cleansing is difficult."

"Have I been persuaded?" Yan Lang pointed to himself.

"Anchor points [-] to [-] don't need to be persuaded, they are forced to accept the purge." Qi Kuo said frankly, "On behalf of all human beings, I thank you for your sacrifice."

Yan Lang blinked, but said nothing.

Qi Kuo was a little apprehensive, he said: "If the plan is successful, I will fight for you whatever you want."

Yan Lang smiled and said, "I'm very happy to have my memory back." He looked at the researcher, his dark eyes reflected Qi Kuo's face, "After saving the world, I'll go find you."

The air was silent, Qi Kuo put his hands in his pockets, his thoughts were complicated, he felt suffocated, he could hardly breathe, his heart seemed to be squashed and flattened, and the soreness crawled into his mouth along the nerves, his throat was choked, and he choked out for a long time One syllable: "Good."

Yan Lang didn't pay attention to Qi Kuo's abnormality. He turned his eyes back to his notes, frowned and thought for half a minute, and wrote down the line [Focus on the arrival and unloading time of the escort vehicles].

Qi Kuo asked: "When will you use the simulator to look back at the memory?"

"Is it okay this afternoon?" Yan Lang said, "Look back at my own memory."

"No problem." Qi Kuo agreed.

Yan Lang looked at the escort vehicle drawn from memory on the paper, the four little people carrying things at the rear of the vehicle, and Carlos standing beside him, and asked, "How did Carlos die?"

"Pancreatic cancer." Qi Kuo said.

Yan Lang pondered for a long time and asked, "Have I ever killed someone before?"

Qi Kuo looked strange, he said: "What do you want to know?"

"I'm just curious." Yan Lang said, his expression innocent and innocent, "Have I ever killed someone?"

Qi Kuo had never seen this side of Yan Lang before, he twisted his fingertips in a strange way, and said, "Killed."