Has the captain mutated today? [End Times]

After dismissing Officer Wu as an administrator, Shi Qi received a straightforward reply from Professor Mu.

"Brain injury scan? Yes." Special agents have been suffering major and minor injuries outside the safe zone all year round. Shi Qi was not the first to ask the research institute for help in the injury examination. He stopped: "It just so happens that a new researcher has come to the institute. He used to focus on brain nerves. When will you come over?"

Shi Qi glanced at Hull and asked softly, "Today?"

Hull hesitated, then nodded.

After making an appointment with Mu Cheng, Shi Qi casually threw the pager on the bed, and asked with his chin in his hand, "Captain, are you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous." Hull was as calm as ever, and he took the lunch box on the table: "I'll wash the dishes before leaving."

Shi Qi didn't know if Hull was really not nervous or if he was good at hiding his emotions, anyway, he himself was extremely nervous.

After nine years, he finally felt that he was closer to the truth.

But thinking of Cheng Jinyang's job content, Shi Qi was a little bit worried while excited.

Rather than saying that his father is engaged in scientific research, it is better to say that he researches and develops the limits of the human body at ING.Although my father never took the initiative to mention any specific experimental content, but during the daily video contact, my father would still unintentionally reveal some details between the lines.

For example, my father became increasingly unsure whether the experiment should continue.

Lenovo's father's work goals, Ohm's loss of control, and the captain's physical condition... Shiqi suspects that the captain was his father's experimental subject before.

However, he couldn't figure out why the captain's body mutated only a few years later.

Hull must have an inseparable relationship with the scientific research company where his father works, but no matter how you look at this relationship...it doesn't seem to be positive.

Shi Qi was frowning, but Hull had already returned with a clean bowl.

After putting away the tableware, Hull glanced at Shi Qi who was sitting on the chair with a sad face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shi Qi's long eyelashes drooped: "Captain...do you want to recall the past?"

If the captain was his father's test subject, why should he protect himself?

What if the person the captain wants to protect... is not himself?

Ah, uneasy.

Hull didn't seem to expect that Shi Qi would ask such a question, a momentary confusion flashed across his eyes, and he said, "I don't care."

He doesn't care how much he can remember, but if his past memories are important to Shi Qi, he must find a way to remember them.

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The Research Institute of Area 37 is the six-story building above the secret service headquarters. In the meeting room on the top floor, Mu Cheng in a white coat is making a summary.

After the regular meeting, as soon as Professor Mu walked out of the conference room, he ran into Shi Qi who had just gone upstairs in the corridor.

"Xiaoqi," Mu Cheng handed the folder in his hand to the assistant beside him, and then greeted him: "This way."

Professor Mu is over 50 years old this year, his temple hair is gray, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes also show signs of age when he smiles: "Who is going to do the damage scan?"

Shi Qi pointed to Hull behind him: "He."

"Ah, Captain Hull..." Mu Cheng led them towards a sliding door at the end of the corridor: "If I hadn't had a meeting later, I would have personally scanned for you..."

He swiped his ID bracelet on the sliding door, and the door beeped open.

There is not much space inside the door, there are several computers lined up on the table against the wall, and two workbenches that look like hospital beds are placed in the center, and a young woman with messy hair sits next to the workbench.

The woman was thin, with glasses thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle.Hearing the sound of the door opening, she raised her head from the documents on the table and said hello: "Professor Mu."

"Xiao Yang." Professor Mu nodded to him, and then introduced to Shi Qi: "Xiao Qi, this is Yang Rui, a new researcher transferred from District [-]."

Yang Rui smiled shyly at them: "I'm still Professor Mu's assistant, and I can't conduct independent research yet."

"Hahaha, Xiao Yang, you don't need to be modest." Mu Cheng also smiled, his tone full of pity for talent: "Your research on brain nerves is already the best among your peers, and you can finish it with me. In the last month of internship, you will be the youngest professor at the Shenzhou Base."

A blush appeared on Yang Rui's delicate face, she scratched her head: "Who is going to be scanned for brain damage?"

Shiqi pushed Hull forward.

Mu Cheng looked at the time: "Xiao Yang, I'll leave them to you. There's still a meeting..."

Yang Rui nodded understandingly: "Professor Mu, please be busy. I have sent you the information needed for the second version of the serum, and you can use it directly."

Mu Cheng nodded, and left in a hurry.

"Hello, Special Agent No. [-], Hull, right..." Yang Rui kicked her foot, and she slid from the touch screen on one side to the other touch screen while sitting on the chair, and pressed it: "Eh...you sit down first, I have to adjust the records of the physical examination..."

Shi Qi pulled Hull to sit in front of the workbench. He looked at the helmet-like connector on the workbench and asked seemingly casually, "Has the second version of the serum been researched yet?"

Yang Rui pushed the round glasses and replied without raising her head: "Yes, the second version of the enhanced healing serum has been developed by Professor Mu, and I have been doing the final clinical trials and sorting out the results for the past few days. ...After the finishing touches are finished, you can apply to the administrator for mass production."

While speaking, she had already pulled out Hull's past medical examination results.

"Well, let me take a look...height 189...sight and hearing..." Yang Rui muttered and flipped through the information on the screen: "Spirit capacity is qualified... eh? Psychological evaluation?"

After briefly looking at the results of physical examinations over the years, Yang Rui stood up, went to the workbench and pressed a few buttons: "Hmm... Hull, lie down."

The entire workbench was activated with a 'beep'.Yang Rui put the connector on Hull's head, and then pulled a few wires and attached it to Hull's cervical spine.

Shi Qi couldn't help asking: "What is this thread?"

It looks so dangerous, this thing won't leak electricity, right?

Yang Rui was taken aback for a moment, and then raised her forehead with some amusement: "What kind of thread! This is a sensor! A sensor used to detect vital signs."

Shi Qi frowned: "It's just scanning the brain damage, what does it have to do with vital signs?"

Yang Rui was busy in front of the workbench, pressing this button for a while, adjusting the threshold for a while, and patiently explained: "He failed the psychological evaluation, and there may be a stress reaction in the deep scan."

The indicator light on the helmet lit up, and Yang Rui reached out and pressed a green button on the screen.

With a slight 'beep' sound, Hull, who was lying flat on the platform, trembled all over, and then closed his eyes involuntarily.

"Don't worry," Yang Rui looked up at Shi Qi, and continued to click here and there on the screen: "In order to ensure the stability of brain waves, the connector will let him sleep first."

Shi Qi hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why did he fail the psychological evaluation?"

Yang Rui tapped her ten fingers on the screen quickly: "I don't know. There may be many reasons for the failure. Some are funny. For example, if you are not in a good mood on the day of the physical examination, or you have relatively large psychological fluctuations, you can just It may trigger unqualified test results; there are also serious ones, for example, the patient itself has very serious brain damage..."

"Drip drip--!"

Accompanied by a harsh siren, the screen in front of Yang Rui suddenly turned red. Shi Qi immediately looked at Hull who was lying down, only to find that there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his brows were slightly frowned, and the back of his hand My upper veins burst out.

Shi Qi was startled: "What's going on?"

Yang Rui was also taken aback. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the screen in front of her in disbelief. Then she quickly reached out and pulled a gate on the side of the platform, and the siren stopped.

Yang Rui stared at the screen for a long time before asking, "Has he had brain surgery?"

Probably because my dad didn't run away, Shi Qi shook his head: "I don't know."

Yang Rui touched her chin, and looked at Hull with a curious expression: "When I was in District [-], I also participated in the development of the current brain injury scanning program... There should be nothing wrong... ..."

Shi Qi couldn't understand the meaning of the series of acronyms on the screen in front of Yang Rui. Before Hull opened his eyes, he felt a little nervous unconsciously: "What's wrong?"

Yang Rui pointed to a line of small words on the screen: "Those who can trigger system errors are either dead people who were scanned, or his brain has undergone surgery, and the scan results do not match the normal data entered by the system at all..."

"Here, here," Yang Rui pointed to a system prompt that popped up recently: "The system shows that the parameters of his hippocampus and prefrontal cortex deviate too much from the normal values... He came for the scan because of memory problems gone?"

"...It can be said that," Shiqi looked at Hull who was gradually waking up, and asked, "Is there any way for you to restore his forgotten memory?"

"Yes, of course. I used to be the leader in guiding and treating." Yang Rui's face flashed a trace of pride: "As long as it is something he has experienced, no matter how deep it is buried, I can make him remember it."

As she said that, she was still a little excited: "This is the first time I have encountered deviations in the two parameters of the hippocampus and the prefrontal cortex in clinical practice. Can I record the data of the process and save it for subsequent simulation experiments? "

Hull pinched the bridge of his nose, took off the connector and sat up, and blurted out after hearing Yang Rui's question: "No."

It was only after the words had been spoken that he realized that he had rejected Yang Rui's proposal too quickly, almost instinctively rejecting Yang Rui's proposal.

Yang Rui's enthusiasm for scientific research has been poured with cold water head-on, but she also understands that memory belongs to personal privacy, and she is not angry, but a little regretful: "Oh, it's a pity, this is rare data..."

Then she pointed to the workbench on the other side, and said to Shi Qi: "Then you can lie down on it."

Shi Qi: "...It's not me who lost my memory."

Yang Rui pushed his glasses and said seriously: "Guided therapy requires one person to enter the other's consciousness to guide. In order to protect the privacy of patients, relatives and friends usually guide you. You lie down first, and I will guide you how to guide. of……"

Shi Qi: ... Is this... any different from peeking at other people's diaries?Isn't this just going to peek at other people's memories?

He subconsciously looked at Hull, but the latter had already put on the connector and lay back again, with absolute trust in his calm eyes.

The author has something to say:

Shi Qi: Ah, uneasy!

Hull: What are you worried about?

Hour Seven: [Sadness.jpg]

Hull: ...

I don't even hide my memory from you, can't you get what I mean?

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