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The heartbeat echoes.

Lin An let out a long breath, and his reason warned him to leave here for the second time.

However, his body seemed to be fixed on the chair, and his soul and thinking wanted to know the final answer.

After following the information Ander said and thinking intensively, he no longer doubted whether what Ander said was true or false, or whether he was making a fool of himself.

There is really only a layer of window paper away from the truth. Like a child standing under the magnificent door of the temple, Lin An can already see the billions of brilliant lights inside the door through the cracks.

Sitting across from him, Ander waited as calmly as ever, as if he was just an ant that had glimpsed the truth, and at this moment he just wanted to relay the truth he saw to Lin An bit by bit.

"Foreshadowing?"

"you say"

Soon, Lin An raised his head and looked at Ander with a hoarse voice.

As his words fell, Ander smiled and nodded slightly.

"You are indeed the same type of person as me."

"Yes, I know that some truths are unknowable and may be extremely cruel, but I still stubbornly want to know."

Ander looked at Lin An with admiration, as if looking at another version of himself.

"Just as you guessed."

"There is indeed a lot less mission information in Ghost Skull, and it is indeed hidden outside the circle."

"But you misunderstood me about something. I hid this information not to prevent you from completing your mission, but for your own good."

While speaking, Ender sighed rarely.

"The mission has mutated. If it was before the mutation, it would be okay to know the information. But after the mutation, once you know the information and combine it, no one can get out alive."

"Cognition has been distorted by pollution, or the cognition here has mutated into an existence that even the system wants to kill."

"Buzz"

Ander right

He stretched out his hand and waved gently.

The space the two of them were in moved instantly and turned into the top floor of the hospital where Lin An had been.

"Let's talk about the information hidden in the institute first, which is the phantom limb."

The operating room was completely cold, and Lin An looked around subconsciously. At this moment, the two of them seemed to have traveled to a certain moment in the past. Between them, there were three researchers standing together around a man.

"Lin An, don't you think that memes don't have subjective initiative and that they still don't have self-awareness?"

"Even if there is, it's just a mimetic response that relies on life."

"I don't intend to refute you on this point."

Contrary to Lin An's expectation, before Lin An could look back, he was suddenly startled.

Ender suddenly waved his right hand, and the screen instantly moved.

Just like observers of time and space, time begins to flow between the two of them.

Electromagnetic shielding operating room, cold operating table.

A middle-aged man whose head was covered with electrodes was swallowing dryly and looking at the researchers around him in fear. His right sleeve was empty, apparently only half an arm.

The three researchers standing next to him were looking nervously at the brainwave instruments on both sides.

"Sir, please follow our requirements to clear your mind and refrain from unnecessary thinking activities."

"After we issue the order, you can just follow it."

After saying that, the researcher wearing a mask turned to look seriously at the recorder behind him, word by word.

'Pay attention to recording brain wave signals. We need to find the brain area corresponding to his right hand.'

"Please start imagining raising your right hand."

"No, it's not the arm, it's the amputated palm part."

"Can you do it? Can you control your fingers?"

"Yes, imagine yourself holding this apple with your right hand, can you do it?"

"Move your right index finger, just move it briefly."

"You said no? After you concentrate, you don't have the feeling of a phantom limb?"

"Assistant, help me cover his sight. Let's start again."

"The brain is very sophisticated. We want to help this patient find the nerve area corresponding to his finger. We need to test repeatedly. Otherwise, too many nerves will be blocked by then, which may affect his physiological functions."

"Well, it looks like the effect is pretty good."

"It's really amazing. There is actually a brain wave response. What's the principle? Are the remaining synapses responding to the outside world?"

The screen speeds up and the data is quickly recorded.

Holding a thick stack of brainwave activity maps, the chief researcher in charge of the test looked at the data recorded by himself and others with satisfaction.

Without bothering to check the data first, the chief researcher helped the patient on the operating table with a smile and comforted him with confidence.

"Don't worry, after we compare the data, we will be able to help you perform nerve block surgery soon. As long as the nerves in the corresponding areas of the phantom limb are cut off, you will never feel hallucinations again."

"You want to know what the principle is? Well, the principle is very complicated, but to put it simply, after the limb is mutilated, it needs to be amputated in order to prevent secondary infection. Similarly, part of the head also needs to be amputated, otherwise it will be adversely affected.

positive effect."

"It's like taking things apart. It's very dangerous if you don't take them all apart."

"Teacher! The data is wrong!"

Before the chief researcher could finish speaking, a surprised, even shocked voice suddenly interrupted him.

The other researchers who were checking the data were all looking at the data on the computer in a panic at this moment. The two wave peaks approximated the fit, but the radio wave diagrams that were slightly different kept flickering.

The chief researcher, known as the teacher, frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the reaction of his subordinate doctoral students.

But as he walked quickly, and after a few casual glances, he was stunned for a moment.

"How can we not get along with each other!?"

The screen speeds up again.

The scene at this time looks like a huge underground structure.

In the cold experimental hall, more than hundreds of researchers began to record test data on the experimental targets at the same time.

Half an hour later, as the experimental data of hundreds of "patients" were summarized in the processing center, everyone in the entire data room looked ashen.

In the corner, a researcher staggered to his feet and looked at his hands tremblingly.

Unlike the military soldiers guarding this place, they can't understand what this unfitable wave peak diagram represents.

As a top practitioner, his reason and cognition seemed to collapse at this moment.

A few seconds later, crazy laughter and cries came one after another, and the researchers in the laboratory were either slumped on the ground, or going crazy, crying for him to escape from here.

"Fake! It's all fake!"

"How could this happen! How could this happen!!"

"Calm down! Quick! Control them! Block the news, block the news first!"

The bright red warning light flashes.

As the door of this underground research institute was slammed down, there was a red light filled with screams and gunshots, as if it had descended into hell.