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Qin Yue is dead...

How could it be possible? Zhou Fan's mind was in chaos. Isn't this world the one he used to be? How could Qin Yue die?

Qin Yue was still alive, until he died, Qin Yue was still alive.

"What the hell is going on..." Zhou Fan didn't believe that Qin Yue would die so easily. What was it like in the past...before.The memories of the past are as blurred as frosted lenses, and I can't remember them no matter how I think about them.Zhou Fan felt something was wrong, as long as he had seen and experienced it, he would never forget it.

Zhou Fan came to the Memory Reorganization Department and borrowed a machine from his colleagues there to explore his brain.The memory management areas of the brain: the hippocampus and amygdala are fully represented.

The scanned hologram of the brain soon reached Zhou Fan's hands.There are some signs of damage to the recording parts of some memories, but they are not serious, and you won't even feel it if you don't pay attention.

According to the relevant algorithm, Zhou Fan deduced that this should be a memory from a long time ago, and then it was superimposed by other new memories, or someone deliberately modified and damaged this part of him.Not fatal, but destroyed memories are forgotten.

"I want to know what is the part of my memory that was destroyed, can it be restored?"

The colleague said with some embarrassment: "Memory reorganization needs to consume a lot of resources. The machines that need to be used have authority requirements and involve ethical issues. Therefore, approval from above, or the signature of the dean, or the direct signature of the marshal is required."

Approval from above? The military department will never approve it for itself. The dean is already lying there unable to move. The words of the marshal...he can't get close at all, because he is the biggest suspect in the assassination of the previous marshal. Opportunity is near.

No... the most important thing now is not the memory... Zhou Fan gently closed his eyes, and Qin Yue's bright smile with one side of his tiger teeth emerged in his mind.Qin Yue, are you really dead? Is this the real world, or is it an illusory world?Which side is real, here or the places I have experienced before.

After Zhou Fan thanked his colleagues, he left the Academy of Sciences.He wanted to confirm whether it was the real Qin Yue who died.

From Qin Yue's roommate's confusing description, he learned that Qin Yue died in a fire.It is not yet possible to determine whether someone set the fire, or the fire was caused by a failed experiment.Many people died in this fire, most of whom were students of genetics.

Zhou Fan saw charred black corpses packaged in special transparent containers in the storage place of corpses waiting for inspection in the Special Case Processing Center of the Star Police Bureau.It is no longer possible to tell the difference in the appearance of the corpses from the surface, because all of them are burnt and burnt, and the faces cannot be seen clearly.Only the numbers marked on the bodies are different.

"Has the gene been matched?" Zhou Fan asked the Star Police on the side.

The star police were so busy that they kept pressing on the screen to receive the family members who came to identify the dead body on the other side.The family members opposite him showed expressions of horror and disbelief.

"Go over there to see the number." The star policeman pointed casually, and a long row of numbers appeared on the screen opposite, with identification numbers and names behind the corresponding numbers.

Zhou Fan walked slowly to the front of the screen, looked at them one by one, and finally saw Qin Yue's name on the third from the bottom, and the identification number was the same, and the corpse No. 012 was the code name of Qin Yue lying there.

He paced back to the body storage and handed the ID card to the reception staff.

"No. 012 Qin Yue, I'm his school's teacher, Zhou Fan, a lecturer in genetics at Imperial First University."

After learning of the tragic condition of the corpse, many family members only dared to look at it from a distance, and did not dare to enter the room at all.Therefore, Zhou Fan is the only person in the room to claim the corpse.

He looked at the charred body lying there, completely unable to see what it looked like before birth, and suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.What's going on? Is the corpse lying there with no face clearly really Qin Yue?

"Hello, sir, please sign here." The staff handed over the electronic pen and asked him to sign on the electronic screen.After Zhou Fan signed in a daze, he waited for the system to verify.

"Hello sir, the signature has been successfully verified, please wait a moment." The staff took the electronic screen with the successful signature and went to the side to review the procedures.

When the receipt was sent to Zhou Fan's communicator, he was still immersed in unbelievable emotions.

There must be something wrong with this.Zhou Fan put away the communicator and contacted his colleagues in the university.

"Hello, Mr. Liu, do you know which department is involved in the study of alien system communication?"

"Mr. Zhou, you are talking about the relevant departments that study alien systems? That is the Institute of Interstellar Culture. Are you interested in the culture of alien systems?"

"No, I just want to know something."

"How about this, I'm friends with the director over there, I'll help you get in touch. Otherwise, I'm sure you won't be able to get in, and you usually need to make an appointment over there."

"Then thank you, I will treat you to dinner then."

Zhou Fan hung up the communicator, rented a suspension car on the side of the road, and followed the navigation to the Institute of Interstellar Culture.

Probably because it is not open to the public, the Institute of Interstellar Culture looks deserted, and the door is locked.Although the large area is decorated with transparent glass and steel, no one can see it from the outside to the inside.

Zhou Fan returned the suspension car to the car return point, went to the communication port at the entrance of the Interstellar Culture Research Institute, and clicked on communication.

"Hi, I'm Zhou Fan from Imperial First University, may I ask..."

Before Zhou Fan finished speaking, hearty laughter came from the opposite side, interrupting his words.

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhou, right? Xiao Liu has already called me, and I will open the door for you." After speaking, the call was cut off.

After a while, a bronze-skinned, tall middle-aged man came from inside and opened the door for Zhou Fan.The door here is not an automatic door, but needs to be opened manually, which is quite special now that ordinary manual locks are almost extinct.

The facial features of the man are quite deep, as if he has often played outdoor sports, and his skin is particularly exposed to the sun.He was wearing sportswear-like clothes, his hair was neatly combed, and his figure was quite strong, showing a sense of strength all over his body. Zhou Fan felt that he was more like a fitness trainer than a scholar of cultural studies.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I'm Yang Li, the director of the Interstellar Culture Research Center." The middle-aged man smiled kindly and held out his hand.

"Hello, Director Yang."

Zhou Fan also shook hands with him politely. The strength of his hand was quite strong, but the other party had a normal expression, and he probably didn't feel that he was strong at all.

"What's wrong with Mr. Zhou, you keep staring at me?" Yang Li opened another door with a key, and asked Zhou Fan with some doubts.

"Does Director Yang do any sports?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Yes, I like sports the most. I have done baseball, tennis, and rugby. I used to be the forward of the basketball team when I was in school!" Director Yang seemed to like the topic of sports very much, and even rolled up his sleeves to show off Own strong biceps.

"I'm playing tennis too, next time we have a chance to play together." Zhou Fan responded.

"Okay, it's a deal!" When Director Yang opened the last door, a magnificent exhibition hall appeared in front of Zhou Fan.

"A lot..." Many, many exhibits are displayed on shelves and in glass windows.Zhou Fan noticed that most of the exhibits showed some civilizations that had flourished and then lost.But he was not at all interested in the wide variety of exhibits.

"Then Director Yang, I'll get to the point," Zhou Fan said standing next to a hat exhibited from the last century. "What I want to know is the situation of the Eternal Night Galaxy."

"Yongye Galaxy, a very remote galaxy. I remember that the relevant inventory should be here." Yang Li signaled Zhou Fan to follow, and he turned around and walked forward.

Zhou Fan followed him around quite a bit, and finally found the related exhibits of the Yongye Galaxy in the corner of the exhibition hall.

It was a set of suits shaped like armor.

"This is the battle uniform left over from the Eternal Night Galaxy. It is said that it can reflect damage. Many research institutes want to borrow it from me for research, but how can I borrow such a precious thing?" Yang Li stood. On the side, admiring the exhibits in the glass window, that kind of expression is like looking at the sweetheart, gentle and gentle.

"The legacy, isn't the Eternal Night Galaxy an existing galaxy?" Zhou Fan remembered that the Eternal Night Galaxy still exists and has not disappeared.

"Teacher Zhou, you may have misremembered. The Eternal Night galaxy has long since disappeared in the long river of history. During the Fifth Star War, the Eternal Night galaxy was hit by a cold nuclear bomb, and all four stars in the galaxy exploded. Now, the wreckage can probably be found in a place thousands of light-years away." Yang Li obviously did a lot of research on this, and immediately revealed the final result of the Eternal Night Galaxy.

Zhou Fan began to keep in his memory, trying to pull out the relevant content about the Yongye galaxy, but it was blank, so why did he remember that the Yongye galaxy was an existing galaxy before? It's so strange, my memory Is it passive hands and feet.

After a hasty farewell to the director of the research institute, Zhou Fan returned to the Academy of Sciences and had a physical examination, which finally showed that his body was normal.A full probe of the brain revealed minor damage to the choroidal fissure portion of the hippocampus, but this did not interfere with his daily life.

It was probably very late before Zhou Fan returned to the dormitory. He lay on the bed, silently looking at the ceiling. The light from the plain recessed lamp filled the room softly.

He met Qin Yue at the age of 19, and the two of them conducted experiments together and cooperated tacitly. It has been 14 years since then.In this world, Qin Yue is the person who has been with him the longest.Just like water, just like air, Zhou Fan didn't realize the meaning of Qin Yue's existence at all, because he was right there, right beside him.Now that he suddenly disappeared, Zhou Fan felt a little uncomfortable.

The scorched black corpse kept flashing in front of Zhou Fan's eyes. He thought he would not fall asleep, but he fell asleep very quickly.There was nothing in the dream, it was pitch black, engulfing him like a huge cave.

A space that does not belong to the present and does not belong to the future opened its mouth wide.The recessed lights snapped.The lights began to flicker, and the light was gradually shrouded in darkness.

Empty, gloomy, depressing, eroding.

In the next moment, Zhou Fan lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

When Zhou Fan woke up, he found that the light was still on, and the soft light filled the room.What time is it now? He reached out his hand to call out the communicator, but found that the page of the communicator had changed. There was a sunny coast on the screen. He clearly remembered that this was not used as the startup screen before. The previous one was... the newly built stadium .

He looked at the time, and the current time is 3070 o'clock in the morning on October 10, 7, a year before he was executed.He couldn't help reaching out to touch the bottom, where it was alive and responsive to touch, and it was the state after the operation.

His time jumped again.