glory [rebirth]

"blood pressure?"

"normal."

"pulse?"

"normal."

"It's time to start."

"it is good."

A short conversation was going on in the small airtight room. In front of everyone were monitor screens, each of which had different displays, including numbers and images, and one was the result of self-analysis.

Among them, on the clearest real-time screen, there is a muscular man, shirtless, with various monitoring lines attached to his body, his eyes closed, lying motionless on the operating table, breathing evenly, as if caught in a fell asleep.

The two people who were talking nodded to each other, and then gestured to the people behind them. One of them, a tall and thin man with short brown hair, understood and opened the door.

The man walked in and closed the door gently, then walked to the operating table, looked at the man for a while, and then opened his eyelids.

The lying man did not respond to his touch.

Then the man made an "ok" gesture to the camera.

Everyone in the monitoring room nodded to each other, and then someone pressed a red button, and then a sound wave image appeared on a screen.

The man patted the man's face and made two clear and crisp "pa pa" sounds.

But the man still didn't wake up.

So the man pulled out the tube hanging from the rubber stopper of the upper infusion bottle, and then poked in another bottle of medicine. The speed of the infusion below stagnated for a while and then started to work normally again.

The man moved a chair from the side and stared at the man's subtle changes with his legs crossed.

"My heart is beating fast," said the person sitting in front of the ECG monitoring screen.

"Brain waves are active." You said humanely.

After a few more minutes, the lying man slowly opened his eyes, but then closed them again.

"Is there something wrong with the medicine?" someone asked.

"No, I'm awake, don't worry..." Another person replied.

"What's your name?" The man whispered into the man's ear very slowly.

The man who fell asleep seemed very impatient. He wanted to turn over, but his limbs were clasped by the metal ring beside the operating table, and his range of motion was limited to a very small range.

He growled vaguely like a primitive beast, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"What's your name?" the man asked again.

The man seemed to want to expel the voice from his mind very much, and he was writhing restlessly.

"What's your name?" The man asked for the third time, and at the same time as he spoke, he adjusted the flow rate of the potion, and the dripping amount was more than twice as fast as before.

The man's body tensed up at that moment, his expression was extremely painful, the blood vessels on his arm bulged, and then expanded to his neck and forehead, his eyes were wide open, but his eyes were out of focus.

The man pressed the man, leaned close to his ear, raised his voice and asked, "What's your name?"

"Lyle Mo... Hall!!!" the man roared, "Lyle Hall!!!"

"Are you sure your surname is Hall?" The person who asked the question slowed down the flow rate of the potion again, and Lyle gradually calmed down, panting heavily, and his body was covered with a layer of glistening sweat.

"Are you sure your last name is Hall?"

The potion had a great impact on Lyall's hearing and thinking, so that every question had to be asked repeatedly before he could understand the meaning of the questioner.

After relaxing, he nodded slowly, and said in a low voice, "I'm Hall..."

"Then Mr. Hall, do you know a man named Mu Qingtong?" The man repeated the name word by word, and said, "Mu—Qing—Tong—"

Lyle panted heavily, his pupils dilated abnormally, then he returned to his original state and nodded.

The people in the monitoring room looked at each other. Lyle's voice echoed throughout the room through the stereo, and everyone heard him say his name clearly.

They looked back in surprise and bewilderment.

Jason leaned against the wall, frowning, slowly rubbing his index finger on his chin.

"Keep listening." He said in a low voice.

On the screen, Lyle's heart rate suddenly accelerated a lot, and the value suddenly jumped to 90.

"Stop for a moment." Someone whispered into the headset.

The person next to Lyle nodded slightly to express his understanding, and immediately stopped talking.

Just now he asked Lyle about his relationship with Mu Qingtong, and Lyle replied that he couldn't tell.

"This is a key person," someone concluded.

Jason didn't deny this, but he didn't really care about this issue. After pondering for a while, he took the headset and said, "Ask him about his family later, don't mention the Murphy family."

"Colonel, what do you mean?"

"..." Jason didn't answer immediately, he put the headset back, and then said slowly, "Go on and listen."

"Do you think there was a problem with the previous inquiry?" The other party said, "After all, we didn't inject him with trf at that time."

Jason shook his head and said, "Not necessarily."

"How to say?"

"Even if it is medicine, it may not be able to ensure that what he said this time is true. The situation is changing at any time." Jason pointed to his eyes, "Don't forget the most critical factor, he has now seen Mu Mu with his own eyes. Qingtong."

Operating table.

Lyle gradually regained his composure and stopped struggling, but his heart rate remained at a relatively fast level, which shortened the time for the drug to work in his body.

The concentration of the drug in his body was getting higher and higher, and after a while his expression became painful again.

"Mr. Hall, what kind of people are your parents?"

Lyle's face gradually turned red, his eyeballs kept turning, and he couldn't find an object to focus on. The blood vessels in his neck swelled up, as if breathing was suppressed.

"Mr. Hall, please tell us about your parents."

After a long time, Lyle said hoarsely: "I forgot."

Jason: "..."

Jason took the headset again and said, "Ask him, his profession and age."

"41 years old... Occupation is... Lieutenant... Serving officer of the Black Swan Legion."

Jason: "..."

Jason said again: "Stop the medicine first, don't take too much, continue to ask him about work, and don't forget to mention Marshal Herman."

The person in the surveillance made an ok gesture to the camera.

So Jason returned the headset, patted the shoulder of the person near him, and signaled him to go out and talk.

There was no one in the corridor, and the slight noise caused echoes.

"Colonel."

"Grantham, what do you think?" Jason asked.

"At that time, we all thought that Lyle had completely replaced Lynn's memory, but judging from the present, it may not be." Grantham replied, "He still has residues in Lyle's hippocampus, which has not been completely eliminated. Now He regained consciousness after seeing Mu Qingtong. But since there are only fragments of fragments left now, the fusion of the memories of Lyle and Lynn will happen."

"Then..." Jason thought about Lyle's anomaly that afternoon, organized his words, and asked, "Then when he is in this state of memory fusion..."

Jason couldn't find a suitable idiom to describe Lyle's current state.

"He should have lost his basic ability to judge, and he was acting almost according to his instincts." Grantham said, "We don't know enough about Lynn's personality, so let's put it aside for now. Lyle himself is an aggressive person. Sexual person, he has gone through so much training and screening, which will only make his mania intensify, not improve. Colonel, you have been revealing information about Mr. Mu Qingtong and His Highness Jiang Yao before, which is very important to Lyle It's a very big stimulus, and you keep strengthening the psychological hint of 'he lost Mu Qingtong'. In this case, it is impossible for him to keep calm."

Jason: "..."

Jason thought for a while, and then said: "That is to say... he was a bottle of Coke before, and I was the person who shook the Coke. I kept shaking him. After a while, someone unscrewed the bottle cap, and the bottle exploded." gone?"

This metaphor... Grantham was a little speechless, but he had to admit that it was very vivid: "Yes, that's it. He didn't even know what he was doing when it exploded. This can be confirmed. So I think it was You think too much..."

Jason shook his head and said, "No, you're all wrong. I'm not worried about Lyle disobeying the marshal's order for Mu Qingtong."

He glanced at the door of the monitoring room, but no one came out.

There was still silence around them, the sound waves of their conversation just now had been reflecting back and forth in the corridor, overlapping repeatedly from strong to weak, and finally reduced to a hum and disappeared at the end.

"My biggest concern is that he's not actually Lyle anymore," Jason said.

Grantham: "..."

Jason didn't finish his sentence, Grantham didn't understand what he meant for a while, and stood there blankly: "He's not what he used to be."

Jason patted him on the shoulder and said, "Stay here and stare, I'll check...Lyle's records for this year."

"Yes, Colonel."

During the few days when Mu Qingtong was recuperating, someone brought his diary, and there was a foldable dining table on the hospital bed, which could be used as a temporary writing desk. They gave Mu Qingtong a pen and paper, and asked Mu Qingtong to write the contents word by word. to translate.

After he finally stopped taking liquid food, the medical staff finally gave a definite answer.

"The reason why you have dragged on for so long is because the concretization experiment is very harmful to the body?" Mu Qingtong asked with a smile.

The other party did not answer him.

Mu Qingtong didn't care, and said, "Regardless of the damage to my body, I can't get out here, right?"

"Mr. Mu." Jason opened the door and came in, calling out to him.

Mu Qingtong's face was dark and unclear.

"Oh, I heard what you just said." Jason said calmly, "Mr. Mu, why do you think that?"

Mu Qingtong: "..."

The medical staff nodded slightly to Jason and backed out.

Only Mu Qingtong and Jason were left in the room.

Mu Qingtong said: "If I say I want to leave now, will you let me go?"

Jason didn't answer.

Mu Qingtong made such an expression at him as expected.

But Jason explained: "Mr. Mu, our previous agreement is that if you feel that there is danger, you can withdraw at any time. But it did not specify the type of danger. Lyle has been controlled by us. Without my permission, you It is impossible for the two to meet again. I can’t think of anything else that would pose a threat to you. Besides, our cooperation is to obtain the data on your body. I didn't force you. But now, we haven't made any progress, but you want to terminate the cooperation... Mr. Mu, do you think this is reasonable?"

Mu Qingtong hardly listened to Jason's tirade. Jason has always been good at sophistry, and he may not be able to win if the two keep arguing.

So Mu Qingtong pointed directly: "But at the beginning, you didn't say that concretization has no effect on the body? Your effect refers to the sequelae?"

Jason gave him an approving look.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

The two looked at each other for a while, Jason suddenly laughed, waved his hands and said, "Don't be like this, Mr. Mu, I was just joking. I didn't lie to you. Concretization will not have any effect on the body, but it will consume a lot of energy." Physical strength, I'm afraid you'll faint halfway through. That's the real aftereffect."

Mu Qingtong: "Then why not do it now?"

Jason said: "Isn't it scheduled for tomorrow? The machine should be prepared in advance."

Mu Qingtong didn't understand these things. Although he felt that there were loopholes in Jason's words, he didn't know where to refute them.

Jason didn't care about Mu Qingtong's aggressive attitude, he still looked at him with a smile on his face, then took two steps, picked up his translation and the original diary and looked at it.

The diary is an antique-colored hardshell book with an ancient religious symbol on the cover, and the paper inside is beige, which looks very comfortable.

Mu Qingtong stared at his facial expression.

"Do you understand?"

Jason knew he was referring to the words in the diary. He looked at the translated text, then at the diary, shook his head and said, "I don't understand...what language are you writing in?"

Mu Qingtong didn't answer.

"We have scanned all of this diary." Jason said frankly, "We found the cipher team, and they said that they have no clue for the time being, and only three words have been deciphered so far."

This is in line with their previous agreement. He will hand over the diary after he comes, and they will be fully responsible for how to arrange it.

Jason looked at the diary for a while, and suddenly said, "Your handwriting is pretty."

This sentence lingered in Mu Qingtong's mind for a long time before he could figure out the meaning behind Jason's words, so he could only say, "Thank you."

"I just came to see how you are doing, after all tomorrow will be concretized..."

"Thank you." Mu Qingtong said again, "If you have something to do, go and do it first."

"Okay, Mr. Mu, goodbye." Jason blew a kiss to him.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

Talking to Jason was still very tiring, Mu Qingtong couldn't believe that he came here just to see himself.

As for what he said later, Mu Qingtong intuitively felt that that was the purpose of his coming here this time, to warn him of something...

He glanced at the words in the diary. The letters were written neatly and elegantly, which was considered good among ordinary people, but not to the point of being praised.

Work neatly, work neatly...

Mu Qingtong kept repeating this word in his mind, what went wrong?

There was a camera in front of him, so he didn't dare to flip through the pages of the diary at random, so he had to stare at the original page, pretending that he was still translating the sentences on it.

royal palace.

There is a stack of reviewed documents on Jiang Yao's desk, and the crib is placed by the window, with warm sunlight pouring down, embracing the end of the bed.

Liangliang was lying in it and fell asleep, and Jiang Yao stuffed a small towel on the side of his face, with some wet saliva still on it.

A black sunshade was covering the head of the crib, which happened to block his upper body, and only a few fleshy little fingers were exposed, which was illuminated by the sun, and the edges radiated golden light, making him look warm.

Jiang Yao looked at his son for a while, and found that he hadn't moved, turned his gaze back, slowly opened the drawer, and took out a notebook from it.

The religious symbol on the cover is very eye-catching. Jiang Yao turned to the page with the bookmark, took a few sheets of white paper from the side, compared the letters on the book, and copied them one by one in random order. Combined into a brand new sentence, and then read it softly, frowning as if thinking.

The footer of the book has worn out a bit, losing its original edges and corners.

After copying for a while, Jiang Yao was obviously dazzled, rubbed the center of his brows, and put down the pen.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." Jiang Yao said.

When the doorknob was unscrewed, he looked at what he had just translated, and put the blank paper into the shredder, then he clipped the bookmark, and put the book back into the drawer with a natural expression.

"Your Highness." The butler saluted him.

"what happened?"

"Your Highness, the tailor has arrived."

Jiang Yao's height has grown by another two centimeters, and it will be his 21st birthday in a while, so the dress has to be redone.

Except for resting at night, if he was not out on business, he almost stayed in the office, so the housekeeper simply brought the tailor to measure.

Jiang Yao tidied up the things on the table, stood up and pulled the hem of his clothes.

He walked slowly to the window, pulled down the sunshade on the crib to ensure that the bright eyes would not be pierced by the sun, and then went back and stood at the desk, waiting for the tailor to come in.

apartment.

"Lost it again?" Damian asked.

Schwartz's dark circles are so obvious, he sighs.

What was shown on the screen was an endless plain, a wide six-lane road that disappeared into the horizon.

The aerial camera flew all the way to the highway intersection.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Damian asked concerned.

Schwartz shook his head, pointed to his eyes, and said, "Eye drops."

"Hmm." Damian immediately took out eye drops from his pocket, leaned towards Schwartz and said, "Look up."

Schwartz raised his head obediently, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.

"Don't worry too much." Damian said while giving him eye drops, "You have always been working alone, although you haven't found a real place, but now at least the area is two-thirds smaller, which is quite impressive gone."

The eye drops are very refreshing when dripping into the eyes, and the tiredness is relieved immediately.

Schwartz closed his eyes for a while, and suddenly asked: "Is it time for you to go back to school?"

"Next week." Damian said, "It's almost the end of the term, and I have to go back to prepare for the exam. I don't have the skills of His Highness, and I will still be in the top three after a week of assault."

Schwartz thought about it seriously, and replied: "It's enough."

Damian: "..."

"Really." Schwartz licked his lower lip, and said to Damian, "You have studied military operations research this semester, you are willing to, you must have no problem with the concept, and you can get 15 points. The scope of their questions will definitely not It is a noun written at the back of the textbook. You should pay attention to this... Then linear programming is, is to give points, usually the question is 10 points... Dynamic programming may, may be difficult for you, but this question must be taken, or 20 points, generally, this is the place where you get points. I’ll tell you about the Markov chain when I’m sleeping tonight, it’s actually quite, quite simple…”

Schwartz took out a piece of paper, wrote a formula on the paper, and said: "First of all, its time and state are both in a discrete state. The range of xn is the state space, as long as it is not an empty set... ..."

Then he wrote another formula, eloquently saying: "If the space is limited, distribute it into a matrix, this transfer matrix..."

Damian: "..."

Schwartz stopped suddenly in the middle of his speech, poked his forehead with the cap of his pen, and said, "Forget it, I'll go to the database later to check, get some real questions for you, and tell you, it's faster ..."

"..." Damian was a little dazed by what he said. He was stunned for a while, and before he could react, he nodded indiscriminately, "Oh, okay, okay."

Schwartz took his hand and said: "You can go home directly after the holiday. You didn't go back during the summer vacation. Your parents must be very worried about you. Now that you are recovering so well, don't worry. What……"

"I want to take you home." Damian said, "I've already told my parents."

"Tell me what!" Schwartz yelled as if he had been greatly frightened, "How could you..."

Damian picked Schwartz's palm with his index finger and said: "My parents are very kind, what is there to be afraid of? Oh, by the way, I sent a photo of us together. Guess what happened to my mother explain?"

Schwartz was terribly nervous, blushing, and wanted to ask but dared not speak.

Damian simply sat next to him, put his arms around him, let Schwartz lean on him, and then whispered: "My mother thought I lied to her."

"Huh?" Schwartz asked strangely, "Why?"

"It's the one of us both wearing military uniforms. Aren't you a lieutenant colonel? My mother asked what you do, and I said you are the person in charge of the security center of our military academy." Damian was playing with Schwartz softly. You are only 28 this year, and you are the youngest lieutenant colonel in the empire. Then my mother didn’t speak for a long time, I thought there was no signal... ...And guess what she said?"

"what?"

Damian squeezed his throat, pointed at the void, and said softly: "Can people see you?"

Schwartz: "..."

Schwartz let out a "poof" laugh, his head pressed against Damian's neck, and his shoulders kept shaking.