Earth Era

Capital City No. 1 Mental Hospital.

Conference Room A1 has hosted nearly a hundred consultation meetings in the past ten days. Almost every day, the lights here will stay on until early morning. Even if they go out, they will always light up again in the early morning.

The severity of Mo Xiangsheng's mental illness exceeded experts' imagination. During this period of time, the experts tried every means and adopted various methods, but they were still unable to open Mo Xiangsheng's defenses. He was still like when he first came to the hospital, just sitting blankly all day long. Occasionally he would roar like crazy in the ward, or slam the door with his body. If the most complete and strict protective measures had not been taken in the room, Mo Xiangsheng would probably have scars all over his body.

The thorny nature of the matter has made the experts increasingly heavy-hearted. At today's regular meeting, people just sat there blankly, no one spoke.

There is really nothing more to say. Everything that can be said has been said, and every possible solution has been tried, but the situation has made no progress.

The conference room was filled with smoke, like a fairyland. Even if the air purification and filtration equipment is turned on to maximum power, it cannot remove all the smoke.

After a long silence, Dean Jiang gritted his teeth and whispered: "If there is really no other way, then we can only try hypnotherapy."

Several experts looked at each other with hesitant expressions on their faces.

"This has the potential to further aggravate the patient's condition. I would not recommend the use of hypnotherapy when alternatives are available."

"Obviously we have no alternatives now."

"I agree with the use of hypnotherapy. The situation is already so bad anyway, how much worse can it get? There is no guarantee that the patient will die directly as a result of receiving hypnotherapy."

"I think we should wait a little longer."

"I can't wait any longer." Dean Jiang gritted his teeth: "Professor Laird, the new political councilor and chairman of the Scientific Planning Committee, has repeatedly put pressure on Commissioner Donald, asking him to do everything possible to cure Mo Xiangsheng as soon as possible. Commissioner Donald in turn continues to pressure us, and if treatment continues, we will all be discredited."

Another expert smiled bitterly and said: "It is a trivial matter that our reputation has been ruined. No doctor dares to say that he can cure patients 100%. It's just that I heard that the laying of the super planet accelerator in the Messenger Project involves some super complex physics calculations." , and only Mo Xiangsheng knows how to perform these physical calculations. If accurate answers are not obtained for one day, the laying of the planetary accelerator will be delayed for one day."

Dean Jiang was surprised: "Are those physical calculations so difficult? No one else can calculate them except Mo Xiangsheng?"

"They can also perform calculations and get answers, but I heard that three research groups performed calculations separately and finally came up with three different answers. Professor Laird assigned a fourth research group to verify the results. Got a fourth answer. God knows which one is correct."

Dean Jiang cursed fiercely: "Damn murderer."

"The murderer is already dead."

"Well, if Mo Xiangsheng didn't have so many tragic experiences in his childhood, our treatment would be much simpler."

"The director of No. 307 Orphanage and a group of caregivers were arrested for child abuse, and they probably haven't been released from prison yet. There's no use complaining about them."

"The mistakes they made now cost us so much to make up for."

The experts complained weakly for a few words before closing their mouths again, and the conference room fell into silence again. After a long time, Dean Jiang said: "Get ready for hypnotherapy."

Fifteen minutes later.

Under the support and restraint of two big men, Mo Xiangsheng entered the treatment room with a dull expression. The treatment room at this moment has been specially decorated. The lighting, temperature, humidity, seats, various decorations in the room, and soothing music all have some relaxing hints.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of the hypnotherapy, experts also injected a special drug into Mo Xiangsheng before this. The combination of so many conditions is enough to make the craziest or most autistic mental patient open up, but Mo Xiangsheng seems to be an exception.

The treatment went smoothly at the beginning, but when the expert in charge of the hypnotherapy mentioned the name Huang Yuan, Mo Xiangsheng, who had been very cooperative, suddenly became furious. He suddenly stood up and pounced on the isolation glass like a wild beast. His face instantly changed from calm to ferocious and bloodthirsty.

"You bad guys! Let the teacher go now and give the teacher back to me! Teacher, teacher, where are you? Don't leave me!"

The experts looked at each other and shook their heads sadly. They knew that hypnotherapy also failed.

Mo Xiangsheng was finally subdued and fell asleep under the influence of a powerful sedative. The experts once again gathered in the conference room.

After a long silence, an expert gritted his teeth and said: "If all conventional methods are ineffective, it is better to try stimulation therapy."

"Stimulation therapy? How to stimulate?"

"Tomorrow is Dr. Huang Yuan's memorial service. We will bring onomatopoeia to the memorial service."

There was an instant uproar in the conference room: "Is this really okay? He still refuses to accept the reality that the teacher is dead. If we really use such a drastic method to forcefully instill the truth into him, he may go completely crazy. Lose."

"Yes, but this may also make him really accept the reality and open his heart. Our subsequent treatment will be much easier."

"This is too risky. I don't agree with this plan. Onomatopoeia is too important now, and we should focus on a safe plan. Maybe with long-term gentle treatment, his condition will gradually improve."

"Commissioner Donald can't wait, Professor Laird can't wait, and the Messenger Program and the Planetary Accelerator can't wait! Everyone, don't you understand? We have no choice!"

After a long time, Dean Jiang said: "I propose that the advantages and disadvantages of this plan be reported to Commissioner Donald, and Commissioner Donald will decide whether to adopt stimulation therapy."

The experts looked at each other and finally nodded slowly.

About five hours later, the reply arrived. Dean Jiang turned on his laptop and looked at the message with an uncertain expression. After a long time, he said: "Commissioner Donald took our report to the Political Affairs Committee for discussion. The committee members agreed to perform stimulation therapy on Mo Xiangsheng. However, they asked us to be as fully prepared as possible to minimize the risk."

"Good, we can now discuss the details of tomorrow's operation."

At this moment, in an inconspicuous small building not far from the Capital First Psychiatric Hospital, Zhao Yang listened to the report of his subordinates, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.

Under the full investigation of tens of thousands of agents regardless of the cost, almost nothing in the entire human civilization can be hidden from Zhao Yang. Although the causes and consequences of this incident were mysterious, and although it brought many troubles and obstacles to Zhao Yang's investigation, he still found the truth hidden behind the layers of fog.

The results of the investigation were somewhat beyond his expectations, but not beyond his expectations.

What Zhao Yang expected was that the second layer of truth was not the final truth, and there was a third layer after it. To his surprise, he did not expect that Zhou Yueshan would be involved.

"You are the father-in-law of the Head of State and the grandfather of the Head of State's only son. Why would you betray the Head of State? Just for that trivial benefit? No wonder the Head of State has strictly prohibited you from participating in politics a long time ago and strictly restricted your behavior..."

"The Locke Charitable Foundation, the former head of state Mr. Nickel... Sure enough, only these institutions and individuals with wide influence and powerful power in civilization are capable of planning such a thorough assassination. In my moment of negligence, you It did succeed, but unfortunately, you will never have another chance..."

Thinking of Head of State Shen Qingyuan's disappointment in him and the humiliation of this incident, Zhao Yang's eyes almost burst out with fire. But suddenly, an idea broke into Zhao Yang's mind, making Zhao Yang calm down instantly.

"Zhou Yueshan participated in this incident, so... is Zhou Mingyu also related to this? If Zhou Mingyu also betrayed the head of state, I don't know how serious a blow this incident will bring to the head of state. No, this incident Things must be done carefully, things must be done cautiously..."

With thousands of thoughts running through his mind in an instant, Zhao Yang finally took a long breath and made a decision.

"Continue the investigation and don't alert the enemy. Captain Shi, you go and monitor Zhou Yueshan. Any of his actions must be reported to me, especially the communication between him and Zhou Mingyu. Captain Xi, you go investigate Zhou Yueshan. All past communications and contacts, as well as all capital flows and account transactions of Xinghui Group, will focus on investigating the connection with Zhou Mingyu."

Captain Shi and Captain Xi looked at each other, both hesitant. After a moment, Captain Shi muttered: "Minister Zhao, it's nothing to monitor Zhou Yueshan when there is already conclusive evidence, but starting to investigate Zhou Mingyu now, will there be any taboos or troubles?"

Almost everyone knows that Zhou Mingyu is the wife of the head of state Shen Qingyuan. The risks involved in conducting an investigation into the spouse of the head of state, even if it is only an indirect investigation, are very huge.

Zhao Yang had already made up his mind.

"I will bear all the risks. If Zhou Mingyu has nothing to do with this matter, that's good, and we can still prove her innocence. If Zhou Mingyu is related to this matter..." Zhao Yang said slowly through gritted teeth. He looked up, with a slight murderous look in his eyes: "The head of state is not an indecisive person."