Great Power Technology

After returning to his residence, Ye Zhou re-entered the simulator, clicked on the simulation interface, selected the first stage of the plot of the mystery of life, and started the simulation directly.

In his plan, technology application is sequential, but technology acquisition can be carried out simultaneously. All technologies must be obtained first, and then the order of implementation in reality can be determined based on priority.

Therefore, which simulation is started first, the impact is actually not that big.

In the darkness, subtitles gradually emerged.

[Plot simulation of the first stage of the mystery of life - Gene Wall]

The darkness faded, and Ye Zhou opened his eyes and found himself in a bedroom with simple but neat facilities.

Looking around, this room is probably less than 30 square meters, with a bed, a desk, and a TV with a game console. That's all its facilities.

What is this place?

Ye Zhou sat quietly on the bed, waiting for the memory to flow in.

However, the memories he integrated this time were pitiful compared to the previous times.

He only knows that he is a medical experiment volunteer, and his current location is a laboratory affiliated to an institution called the Kharkiv Research Center for Veterinary and Human Diseases. He is conducting a targeted drug volunteer project related to lung cancer. experiment.

Apart from this, there is no more useful information, and even the memory flow has been terminated directly.

Ye Zhou sat on the edge of the bed confused. His peripheral vision glanced at the mirror in the open bathroom, and he immediately got up and walked over.

What appeared in front of him was the face of a standard yellow man. Judging from the bone structure, it seemed to be the common race in the Central Plains of China.

However, Ye Zhou knew nothing about his identity, his place of origin or even his nationality.

Too strange.

Ye Zhou pondered for a moment and directly used his mind programming talent to enter the sea of ​​strings in his subconscious, but what he saw shocked him.

This place can no longer be called "strings" at all.

Those subconscious strings seemed to have been twisted by some violent means, entangled and twisted with each other like a mess. The entire subconscious world was fragmented. Even just a glance seemed to bring endless chaos to people.

Ye Zhou stretched out his non-existent palm to smooth out the strings, but it was of no use.

The amount of work is too great - what can cause such great damage to the subconscious must be some kind of extremely severe mental trauma, or drugs or other mental means.

In short, this person was definitely a lunatic before he was simulated by him.

A lunatic in a disease research center laboratory?

Ye Zhou vaguely smelled something ominous.

He walked to the door and quietly turned the doorknob. The door, which he expected to be firmly locked, opened with a sound.

After being stunned for a moment, he put on a dull expression and then walked out of the room barefoot.

The corridor was silent. Ye Zhou saw many rooms like his on both sides of the corridor. Some of the doors of these rooms were ajar, and some were firmly locked. However, depending on the situation, it was the owner of the room who locked the door, not the other party. Someone else.

Someone was watching TV in the room with the door open, and the music from the TV was Disney cartoons; someone seemed to be taking a shower, and there was a trace of moisture seeping out of the gap in the door; and there was another room in which There were some indescribable sounds that sounded like they were being broadcast live.

Ye Zhou was a little confused, everything seemed so normal.

The atmosphere is relaxed, everyone is doing their own thing, and there are no armed guards like those seen in movies. The only person who looks like a staff member is sitting behind the reception desk at the end of the corridor, crossing his legs and brushing leisurely cell phone.

Is this really a normal medical experiment?

Ye Zhou slowly walked forward. The staff member stood up, looked at him and asked:

"Ye, did you get up early today?"

Ye Zhou did not answer, but looked at the work badge hanging on the other person's chest. It had the mark of Kharkiv Company on it and the name of the owner of the work badge.

Piedlov sounds like the name of a furry bear.

Seeing Ye Zhou's stunned expression, Piedlov shook his head, sighed, and continued:

"Today's psychological consultation is scheduled for 3 o'clock in the afternoon. It's still early for you. I suggest you go back to your room and sleep for a while."

"Ye, you are under too much pressure. Don't worry, a drug trial is not a big deal. Your symptoms have been relieved a lot, right?"

"Trust us, you will recover soon - it's just lung cancer. It won't be long before you can be reunited with your family."

Reunion with family?

Do you still have family?

From the man's words, Ye Zhou could roughly deduce that the reason why he entered this so-called drug trial base was most likely to treat his own lung cancer. Obviously, this kind of treatment using targeted drugs has achieved certain results, because from Judging from his own perception of the body, the condition of this body is obviously not too bad.

But Ye Zhou still didn't answer. He just nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the corridor.

He had already seen the exit of the door. However, after pushing the door open, what greeted him was not the bright sunshine and sky, but a vast domed hall.

Various garden plants are planted in this hall. Under the light of the overhead chandeliers and the careful maintenance of the staff, each plant is growing well. There are many people walking on the paths among the plants, some whispering, and some Laughing heartily, the scene was as harmonious as Ye Zhou felt in the corridor.

After walking around the domed hall, Ye Zhou basically confirmed the location of the medical laboratory.

This is underground.

Moreover, the main building of this laboratory should have been renovated with some fortifications left over from the war, because he could still see red painted slogans unique to that era on some walls that had not been completely painted.

The signs were in furry bear language.

Ye Zhou silently pieced together these scattered pieces of information in his mind, but the more he tried, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Slogans in the bear language, underground fortifications, medical laboratories, English-speaking staff...

I'm afraid this is not Xiong Da's territory.

The answer is almost there.

Then, the experiment I conducted was probably not just as simple as the so-called targeted drug for lung cancer, otherwise my subconscious strings would not be messed up to that extent.

But the final question is still unresolved - what should I do?

Destroy this lab? Stealing data? Eliminate key personnel in the laboratory? Or... persist until the final experiment is completed?

Ye Zhou frowned. He carefully found a corner and squatted down, covering his face with lush leaves to prevent his expression from being captured by surveillance cameras that might be everywhere.

I should be a patient in a bad mental state now, so I must look like a patient.

The staff member just now told me that there would be a psychological consultation at three o'clock in the afternoon. So, as long as I persist until that time and attend the psychological consultation, I can at least take the opportunity to obtain more information...

However, just as this idea ran through his mind, a twisted human face suddenly emerged from the bushes behind him!

The face was ferocious, and the muscles seemed to be twitching uncontrollably. Ye Zhou's spirit suddenly became tense, but in the end, he still maintained his expressionless state.

After repeated simulations, his mental quality was no longer comparable to that of the stupid young man who got on a plane for the first time.

The owner of that face emerged from the bushes, then reached out and grabbed Ye Zhou's arm tightly. It seemed that he had used all his strength to control his muscles and squeezed out a few dull words from his throat.

These few Chinese words made Ye Zhou feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Don't...see the doctor!"

"Hide...hide!"

"4 pm!"

"The air raid begins!"