Chapter 55
The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: flyingfish3721, Xia Ran Xia Ran 1;
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Nuanuan 16 bottles;
Chapter 24 Fruit of Wisdom (2)
Zhang Xun felt that his chest was soaked by something sour and soft. He looked at the necklace in his hand and tried his best to keep his expression calm.
God knows how much he doesn't want to keep his cool.
This is the best gift he has received after the alloy. He took a deep breath, barely suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to Adam in the calmest tone he could manage, "Did you secretly bring that mini machine back?"
"Ah, yes, I'm sorry. But don't worry, all the network interfaces of this mini machine are broken. I made a data cable myself to complete the transmission, so I have no chance to do anything illegal with it. Pan can Bear my witness, it's been watching me."
At this time, Pan suddenly said, "I'm sorry Zhang Xun, because it's a low-risk violation, I was planning to wait until you wake up tomorrow morning before telling you about Adam taking back the mini-computer privately."
"It's okay, I checked it at the processing plant, and I know that mini machine is just like a toy." Zhang Xun said absent-mindedly, his eyes still looking at the things in his hand. He wasn't even sure what he was talking about, "but you can't bring things back privately in the future."
"Okay." Adam took the mini machine out of his trouser pocket and handed it to Zhang Xun, "I promise I won't do it again."
Zhang Xun stretched out his hand somewhat mechanically, but instead of taking the mini machine, he gently held Adam's hand. Grip very hard.
Adam raised his eyes and met Zhang Xun's gaze.
"Don't be afraid, I won't let you have trouble." Zhang Xun said to Adam word by word, with a firm tone, as if nothing could change his oath, "I am your mechanic, now and in the future."
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The door of the Lab slowly opened. Zhang Xun appeared in the dim light behind the door.
The morning light poured down from the door, illuminating his clean face and his eyes that were still and deep. He was wearing a neat high-necked shirt, a flat ironed camel-colored dark-pattern suit vest, and a mechanic's uniform jacket of the same color. His one-way microscope is pinned in his coat pocket, leaving a metal chain hanging out of the pocket. The necklace Adam had given him was inside his clothes, pressed against his chest.
His whole person seems to be integrated with the Lab behind him, which is filled with metallic luster, like a huge spliced castle. There is an outdated sense of age exuding a metallic atmosphere, and the old appearance is wrapped in a lost paradise. state-of-the-art technology.
When Julio Fernandez saw him, he took three steps back exaggeratedly, and said in shock, "Where did this international superstar come from!"
Zhang Xun glanced at him lazily, "Don't make trouble, today is a big day."
The mechanics and researchers who passed by around him knew that the one-month time limit for domestication had already expired, and today was the day for Adam to conduct a psychological evaluation. So he has to meet the upcoming test in the best condition.
If Adam doesn't make it through, he has his plan B.
Last night, Hans Guzberg, one of the most authoritative psychiatrists in Paradise Lost, had dinner at the Italian restaurant in the third district with a few colleagues, and returned to his home in the third district. Single family villa in Uptown. In the case of the lack of land in Paradise Lost, a three-story small building would often squeeze four hundred people into it, and only those elites had the special treatment of living in a single-family small building.
When Dr. Guzberg entered the room, his companion, Mr. Sperling, took his hat and chatted with him without a word about the trivial things that happened at the school where the latter taught. When Dr. Guzberg made himself a cup of hot tea after meals according to his daily habit, Mr. Sperling remembered a letter from the Psychological Evaluation Association sent by the courier during the day.
Dr. Guzberg did not suspect him, took the letter into the study, neatly cut the edge of the envelope with a letter opener, and a few photos fell out, fluttering down on his desk.
Dr. Guzberg's mouth was slightly opened, his body was stiff and he couldn't move.
Several chief commissioners of the Psychological Association have different areas of expertise. Dr. Guzberg specializes in topics such as involuntary awareness, sleep and hypnosis. With the help of a series of new equipment and drugs, his hypnotism is so superb that even individuals with strong vigilance and strong self-awareness can be affected.
In the hypnotized state, people have no memory, do not know what they have done, and do not know what they have been done to. When you have complete control over a person, when you can treat them like lab rats and put them on random experiments that the Ministry of Ethics will never allow, when they will obey no matter what you ask them to do, And it won't be remembered afterwards... Human greed and evil can easily seep out.
Those photos were taken very recently, one just yesterday, in which he gave a "hypnotherapy" to a certain German general whom he grew up with, whom he grew up with on the surface as a friend, but whom he hated and envied so much. The usually glamorous general is almost unrecognizable in the photo...