[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

When Xin Qiji woke up, he felt a slight pain in the back of his neck.

When he opened his eyes, he felt that something was wrong, and as his body touched the hard wall, he sat up a little dazedly.

This is where?

Am I imprisoned?

I was trapped in a pure white room with no windows and no furnishings. I was wearing my old clothes and sitting barefoot in this prison-like room.

He got up slowly, went to find where the door was, and tried his best to recall what happened before.

The memory is very fuzzy, and it is very difficult to think of anything.

He can barely remember who he is now, and if he thinks about it deeply, he will have a headache.

No door was found, but the ventilation duct at the top could be seen.

But the air vent was about three or four meters high, and the wall was smooth without any pits, so it was impossible to climb up.

Xin Qiji froze for a moment, trying to judge what kind of environment he was in.

It's too quiet here, there's no way to hear the outside world, no way to do anything.

The young man walked quietly around the place where he was imprisoned, and after confirming that there was no chance of escaping, he began to use his brain to think about the problem.

He obviously doesn't know why he's here, but if you stay in this excessively lonely and quiet environment for too long, you will go crazy.

If someone was watching him, then seeing that he didn't show up after waking up, it was obvious that he had no intention of negotiating.

Xin Qiji thought for a while and began to test his five senses.

The touch is real, the pain is real, obviously not in a dream.

He thought for a long time, sat down and began to write on the ground with his fingertips, trying to pass the time by himself.

"There are four stages in the moral test, extreme environment, confrontation environment, living environment, and interest environment." Supervisor Wan looked at Liu Yuanshou, who came over to review, and said as usual: "Often in the first level, people's ugly appearance is the most ugly. obvious."

The appropriate dose of hallucinogens, the appropriate hypnotic suggestion, and the high reduction ability of the simulated helmet are enough to bring a person's deep subconscious into a specific situation and further control it.

Even if there is an accident, it can be woken up as quickly as possible within a few seconds without any serious sequelae.

The relative time of this confinement is six hours. The premise is to cut off all communication and contacts, so that people are completely unaware of what happened, and are placed in a container-like environment, unable to communicate with anyone from beginning to end.

Because of the setting of the environment, the imprisoned can neither judge the passage of time, but also easily immerse themselves in the panic caused by the unknown, that is, they can scare themselves to death.

It is also because of this that people often start to engage in various extreme behaviors after the relative time exceeds half an hour.

Supervisor Wan has participated in thousands of moral tests, and every time it is like watching a documentary.

When people find themselves unable to connect with the outside world, they will try to self-mutilate, run naked, curse, yell, etc. because of a series of negative emotions such as loneliness, fear, and despair, and even try to commit suicide in this simulated test.

The self-control ability displayed by people in extreme environments is probably the most real.

The first reaction of almost the vast majority of people, after finding nowhere to run, is to sleep and wait for things to develop.

But with bright light and pure white vision, few people can really fall asleep peacefully.

Then, you may use various methods to find and confirm your sense of existence, such as pulling your hair out and biting your nails, or screaming and crying and cursing everything.

There are actually not many who can carry it to the end of the relative time of six hours.

As time goes by, the sense of despair and helplessness will continue to magnify. If a person is psychologically fragile and unable to control his heart, it is very likely that hysteria will start to erupt, and he will use various more extreme behaviors to find a sense of inner security.

Psychologically, people with violent tendencies, self-abuse tendencies, and promiscuous tendencies are often extremely insecure.

The reason why they abuse themselves or others is not necessarily for sadistic pleasure, but to try to protect themselves who are extremely afraid inside.

But there are always people who can complete the customs perfectly.

Such people can stand out because they can calmly and soberly judge the direction of the situation, and they can be alone with themselves with their rich inner reserves.

Even if such people encounter other extreme environments, they can often find ways to save themselves and help others.

Looking at Xin Qiji on the screen who started to concentrate on writing on the ground, Liu Xi couldn't help showing a faint smile.

When he himself entered the moral test, he spent about 10 minutes to confirm whether he had the ability to escape, and then he began to silently write all the bibliography he had recited, and thought about how to write the paper that he didn't finish last time.

Those six hours passed peacefully and happily, as if entering an exclusive thinking room.

Although Li Luan was still enthusiastic about architecture when he entered the moral test, it was obviously not advisable to build models out of thin air.

She practiced three sets of boxing directly, and then began to do yoga.

The watcher silently watched her practice boxing and yoga against the air, and then watched her do breathing exercises and meditation, and almost forgot to see if the time was up.

Among these people, Qian Fan is probably the one who cleared the customs most easily.

He has been in the army for more than 20 years, and he has long developed the ability to fall asleep immediately and wake up at any time.

So... no trouble falling asleep at all.

What is to be feared cannot be avoided, and what is not to be feared is not to be cared about.

It's just that the snoring is too loud.

"What do you think... what is this person writing?" The person next to him propped his chin and asked curiously, "It's written so seriously, and it's still being revised."

Liu Xi stood beside the display screen and said casually, "I'm writing poetry."

"Writing poetry?" The person next to him laughed and said, "Are you so interested?"

Xin Qiji bowed his head and silently read "Tao Te Ching" and "Zuo Zhuan", and recalled the various formulas and theorems that he vaguely remembered, and then began to concentrate on writing poems.

He only used the ground as paper, and wrote the words and sentences he had conceived horizontally with his fingertips.

Every word can be considered carefully, and no one here can disturb him.

He focused on writing for two hours, then leaned against a corner and fell asleep.

After two hours, he stood up again and began to recheck whether he could get out.

The people off-screen watched intently, always waiting to see the despairing collapse of this person.

But the young man pondered for a moment, then began to stretch his body, making strange movements.

"This seems to be practicing sword?" The person on the side wondered: "This is a practicing family."

When he stretched his body, it was like the white crane in the pine fluttering its wings and stretching its neck. His posture was calm and elegant, even if he just turned his back to them, his back was straightened.

Even though he didn't have a sword in his hand, when he raised his hands and feet, his movements were either sharp or slow, and every move was just right, without any unnecessary small problems.

"He passed the test." The inspector lowered his head and wrote the record: "The psychological quality is very good, and the comprehensive ability is also very good."

Liu Zong came over again to inspect, staring at the figure on the screen, and began to think whether he should stay here until the test was over.

I worked in the office for three hours, and I was a little absent-minded the whole time.

Why do you feel like you are waiting for your boyfriend outside the college entrance examination room...?

"You bastards, use taxpayers' money to do aerospace research - can you see how many refugees here have no food?! Can you see how many poor children in the mountains have not even read a book? ? So many people are waiting to be rescued, and you have approved tens of billions of scientific research funds-all these money are used for your squandering and embezzlement! Dogs!!!”

Xin Qiji came to his senses amidst the noise, and suddenly realized that he was attending a national press briefing.

He felt some pain in the back of his neck, and there was a faint buzzing sound in his ears.

what happened?

Could it be that there have been too many things going abroad recently, and he is a little confused.

"Prince Xin..." Someone beside him whispered: "This person is disrupting the order of the venue, why don't you just drive him out."

"Wait a minute," Xin Qiji rubbed his temples, trying to make the buzzing in his head disappear.

The indignant journalists in the audience were too imposing, and even the security personnel next to him didn't dare to carry him off rashly.

If this confrontation is not handled properly, it will affect the reputation of the entire Senate government, and it will also affect his own re-election.

He took a deep breath for a moment, only to feel that his eyes were quite comfortable being flashed by the flashing lights one after another.

"Aren't you talking?! Acknowledgment?!" The reporter roared, "My real name requires you to disclose your personal bank account transactions! Look where all our taxpayers' money has gone!"

"Quiet." Xin Qiji said coldly, "If you think Sapo can solve the problem, come directly to the stage and I'll give you the microphone."

The reporter froze for a moment, and said angrily, "It's all about you oppressing the people too much! What aerospace! Does the stuff of the rich make sense?! Why don't you use the money to save the poor and helpless people!"

Xin Qiji looked down at the antler medal on his chest, and felt as if he was dreaming.

But whether it was the silver-white relief in the central conference hall or the dry and cold air produced by the air conditioner being turned on for too long, they all reminded him that this was not a dream.

"First of all, as a reporter, if you insult the Senate and me in such a public environment, you are also disrespecting yourself and the Junzhi newspaper."

He stared at the hideous reporter, let the flashing lights under the stage continue, and took a deep breath.

"If I use all the taxpayers' money to help the poor, and even give 20 hrs to [-] hrs to all the poor, do you think people will be happy?"