glory [rebirth]

After finishing the three-month intensive training, freshman students entered the formal learning stage.

As Luo Sen said, some students in Class A were dismissed, and they were not even able to be retained by other classes, and they directly received a withdrawal notice.

Since they had not been vaccinated beforehand, everyone was shocked by the decision of the military academy, and Lieutenant Colonel Mario and the head teacher had a special talk with this group of students.

The sophomore students acted as if they had been there, and they did not forget to say things like "You finally know why there are so many empty dormitories" to the students.

Mu Qingtong's grades in the first half of the semester were ranked high, and the latter grades could only be ranked in the middle. There is no problem in passing the line, but the high scholarship is a little bit hanging. Fortunately, the three cultural courses at the end of the semester have not been tested, so he can still use that. point.

Few people mentioned about Lyle and his affairs, just like a stone sinking into the sea, there is no wave.He didn't even see Lyle's relatives at school, and since his return from the capital, Lyall seemed to have evaporated from him.

Not long after, Jiang Yao told him to be careful in everything. The person who had been monitoring Lyle was killed by a sniper, and Lyle completely disappeared from their sight.

Capital, apartment.

"He, they gave me this." Schwartz held the document in his hand, which read "Surveillance Authorization Order of the First Military Intelligence Department of the Anbar United Empire", and he still couldn't believe this order.

"Jiang Yao said that Lyle has already left the school. For safety's sake, Damian is also a member of Black Swan, and their relationship is too close." Mu Qingtong explained calmly.

"But, haven't we been monitoring Damian for a long, long time? I have read all his records, and he didn't ask any questions." Schwartz put the warrant aside, not quite I want to turn on my computer, "Actually, if I was monitoring him before, I, I don't think it matters, but now he is, is me, me, my boyfriend, and I send him, all his external communication signals. Surveillance, monitoring always feels..."

"Yes, his status is different now." Mu Qingtong said patiently.

Schwartz didn't answer.

Mu Qingtong touched his head.

"I, I agreed to fall in love with him only when I was sure, sure that he didn't ask questions." After a while, Schwartz said, "I actually understand, because he, he and I Only when you get closer, closer, will you be monitored again. Boss, probably the boss has already seen the relationship between me, me and Damian... And, and he asked me to do, to do it myself, Your Highness He, he trusts me very much. I just have, a little uncomfortable, if, if he finds out, he will, will definitely be unhappy..."

Mu Qingtong: "..."

"No, but, think about it, not only him, I, all of us who have direct, direct contact with the boss will be, be monitored."

"Well, from the perspective of safety, after all, you know what Jiang Yao is currently in."

"From, to a certain extent, Dami is already counted, counted as one of his own."

"You call him Da Mi?" Mu Qingtong's expression was a little subtle.

The topic was suddenly changed, Schwartz looked blank, and said honestly: "No, no, it's like this...I'm not, I'm not very good at talking, I always call him Dadamian ..."

Schwartz's face was a little red, he scratched his ears, and continued: "After calling it fast, it's like talking about tatami, he, he doesn't sound good, just, just let me Shout out to Damie."

"Oh—" Mu Qingtong dragged out her voice.

Schwartz: "..."

Then Schwartz's communicator rang.

Mu Qingtong's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw that the note was Damian, and immediately smiled and handed him the communicator, urging: "Quick, quick, quick answer, quick answer, quick answer..."

"You, you always laugh at me, hello, so annoying." Schwartz muttered in a low voice, "You will, you will know when you are in love, I, I will answer the phone, what's so funny... ..."

Mu Qingtong rubbed her nose, didn't answer, and rubbed her waist which was still sore.

An underground laboratory.

"Name."

"Lyle Murphy."

"age."

"22."

"Numbering."

"r02."

……

The staff in white coats routinely asked these questions, and Lyle answered mechanically with his eyes unfocused.

"Your calendar shows that you have fallen into Lynn Hall's memory more and more frequently recently." The staff took Lyle's bracelet and saw that the ticks on it were getting denser and denser.

"Yes." Lyle nodded, "but the memories are fragmented and irregular, and they all appear in dreams."

"Besides this, do you have any adverse reactions?"

Lyle thought about it seriously, then shook his head: "No more."

The staff wrote and drew in the notebook, and after a while took out a dental tray from the side and handed it to Lyle.

Lyle hesitated for a moment and didn't take it immediately.

The staff turned their heads slightly, not quite understanding his resistance.

"Professor, will Lynn's memory replace mine? I mean reshape the hippocampus to replace the host like Mu Qingtong did." Lyle asked.

"No." The staff shook his head, "This is just for you to make a memory representation. Since the host has died, his memory form is incomplete when copied, and he will not replace you. In fact, his memory It has become increasingly unstable and may disappear one day."

"But it kept coming up more and more often," Lyle said, "like it was going to pop out of my head."

"That's because you saw Mu Qingtong, which directly stimulated Lynn Hall's memory and made it active, but this should only speed up its disappearance."

Lyle was skeptical, but he didn't ask any further. He took the tray and bit it, and then lay down on the examination table.

The experiment of memory visualization made Lyle very painful. The tooth bracket was almost bitten by him, with deep tooth marks printed on it, and the bed sheet on the examination table was also soaked in his cold sweat.His fingers grabbed onto the metal railing next to him, already oozing dark red blood, and he was tied to it like a wild beast, howling continuously.

Fragments of incomplete memory were slowly displayed on the laser screen, and several blurred figures appeared.

"Qingtong, Qingtong!" Lyle closed his eyes tightly, trying to break free from the shackles of the rubber band, but he couldn't shake it a bit.

The picture on the screen gradually became clearer, and the staff in the laboratory could see fragments of a palm-sized bomb flying towards the bottom of the screen, and then the picture paused.

"Can the current nerve fluctuations transform the sound signal?" The door of the laboratory was suddenly opened, and a man in a black coat walked in.

"Marshal." All the staff immediately stood up and saluted the visitor.

Herman raised his hand to signal them to continue the experiment, watched Lyle struggling on the examination table indifferently, and then set his sights on an old man.

The staff standing in front of the instrument immediately entered a series of instructions, and then pulled the wire to connect to the speaker. After a burst of electric current "tearing and tearing" for a while, a distorted sound finally appeared.

"Mentor—the medical team...tear...tear..."

Immediately afterwards, this sentence was replaced by the sound of electric current.

"Sorry, Marshal." The old man walked up to Herman and bowed to him. "Currently, the technology for transforming sound signals is immature."

Herman nodded, and continued to turn his attention back to Lyall.

Lyle's whole body was trembling on the examination table, saliva flowed down the gap between the mouthpiece and his lips, his voice was already hoarse, and the rubber bands had bloodstains on his arms.

"R02's heart rate has reached 154..." The staff reported the real-time progress, "The state is extremely unstable, and it is recommended to inject a tranquilizer."

The old man looked at the display screen, and the progress bar on it was almost 100%, so he agreed: "I agree to the injection."

Lyle struggled too much, and the needle could not be inserted accurately. Herman turned his head and looked at the adjutant who followed him in. The adjutant understood and immediately went up to help.

After the sedative was injected into his body, Lyle calmed down within a few seconds, and then fell into a deep sleep.

"Professor Reiner, this should be the last memory of Lynn Hall, right?" Herman watched Lyle being lifted off the examination table, and asked indifferently.

"Yes, this memory ends when the host dies." The old man replied.

"It's impossible for Lyle to be replaced by Lynn, right?" Herman shook his head, "You can't determine the success rate of the transplant at all."

"Sorry, Marshal..." The old man lowered his head.

"No, you have tried your best. Mu Lingfeng destroyed all his experimental data. If you can restore it like this, the Empire should give you a prize in biology." Herman didn't care, "If it wasn't for Lyle, in Until then, I wouldn't have known they had made a successful experiment."

"Your Excellency the Marshal..."

"Continue to study, the empire will provide you with funding as much as possible." Herman interrupted him with a smile, and the scar on the side of his face moved accordingly, and his whole face looked menacing.

Five hours later, the underground laboratory.

Lyle woke up slowly in the cold hospital bed, the effect of the medicine had faded, and after his eyes gradually focused, he opened his eyes suddenly, and then sat up from the bed.

After he saw the shadow in the darkness, he heard a familiar voice——

"woke up?"

It's Hermann.

"Your Excellency the Marshal..." Lyle's voice was hoarse and rough. The strangle marks on his body were still aching, and some of the wounds had begun to scab. When he moved his body a little, he made a "hiss" in pain.

"The previous task was completed well." Herman walked in front of him, pulled a chair and sat down, and motioned him not to move.

"It's my job, Marshal." Lyle said obediently.

"I have received information that Mu Qingtong has come to the capital, and the exchange students for the next semester will have his name," Herman said.

Lyle sat quietly, listening to him go on.

"Take a rest for two days, and then follow the original plan." Herman patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, Marshal!" Lyle said respectfully.