Chapter 56
A photo that would take anyone's breath away.
If any one of these photos is leaked, Guzberg's usually serious and even somewhat feudal image will collapse, his doctor's license will be revoked, and he may be taken to court or sent to prison , or even worse, being expelled from Paradise Lost is possible.
He will be destroyed.
The doctor slumped on the chair and took out a piece of letter paper from the envelope with trembling hands...
Not only Guzberg, Captain Sistine also received a letter... There is no doubt that these letters were sent by Zhang Xun.
He knew he was playing with fire. Although having this information in his hands can greatly control these people, it also reveals the skills and abilities he possesses.
But he had to take a risk. If he had any doubts before, since that night two days ago, he has no doubts at all.
He created Adam, and he would never give up the mechanic's seat to anyone else.
I have to admit that the information his bugs brought back to him left him dumbfounded. It turns out that people have so many faces, and the differences between them are so great that they can even be described as polar opposites. But these people can switch freely between so many sides, and it is even difficult to determine which side is real.
From this point of view, his understanding of human beings may not be as comprehensive as that of Adam...
Zhang Xun's request to them is very simple, tell them that he has something that can destroy them, and ask them not to try to embarrass him and Adam, and at the same time... warn them not to think about doing some evil things without knowing it .
It's true that Zhang Xun doesn't like this kind of method, it's too similar to Eden's method, peeping at people's dirtiest secrets and making use of them, no matter how you look at it, it's too embarrassing... But he's not a timid persimmon, he will Let these inexplicable people who target them do whatever they want.
Several cars came rolling in dust and sand, one was a military dark green jeep, the other was a black antique Mercedes-Benz, there was also an ordinary car, and several escorts on motorcycles.
Sistine got out of the car, his expression still shy, but subtly lacking a bit of arrogance. Guzberg is a better performer. If Zhang Xun is not an insider, it is impossible to see that the other party is being threatened. The third scholar is Zhang Xun's tester, so Zhang Xun is not very worried about dealing with him.
Zhang Xun smiled gracefully and calmly at the visitors, and shook hands with each other one by one. "welcome.."
Sistine looked at him as if he wanted to wring his head off.
To be honest, Zhang Xun quite likes the feeling that others can't help but beat him to death. . .
Several soldiers who came with Sistine worked together to push the one-man tall cylindrical machine into the Lab. Adam was waiting for them in the room. Since his brain is mostly mechanical, short-term memory cannot simply be erased with drugs and hypnosis. They need Zhang Xun to set the memory recycling nodes by himself.
Under the eyes of several mechanic witnesses, Zhang Xun carefully cut the seam of Adam's scalp, opened the skull, connected several lines to the mechanical brain, and then set the short-term memory recovery storage program through the computer. He set the nodes in a precise place and locked the memory of three days. After connecting all the lines, Zhang Xun was about to leave with the other psychiatrist. Before going out, he glanced at Adam, his eyes were deep but peaceful, like mountains at the bottom of the ocean.
And Adam smiled at him too, without reservation.
They will all be fine.
Zhang Xun's psychological evaluation will be carried out in the observation room next door. The psychiatrist's name is Patty, who is rare in the psychological association and does not like to associate with other professors or doctors. When Zhang Xun went to New Yale University in the third district to consult the vice president of the Psychological Association about the possible emotional reactions of Adam after his trance, he had seen this silent man in his forties. At that time, Patti was sitting alone in the cafeteria of the university, eating a simple bento, like a silent shadow. If he hadn't seen the chief badge of the Psychological Association pinned to his chest, he might have been an ordinary lecturer or cleaning staff .
"How do you want to test me?" Zhang Xun asked politely after the two sat down in the armchairs facing each other. He also sent worms to investigate this Patti, but obviously, this person lived a rare, consistent, ascetic-like regular life... Every day he woke up at the same time, went to bed at the same time, and read a book for two hours before going to bed. There are seven sets of clothes, just from Monday to Sunday. Every week, I do laundry on Sunday night, drink a glass of gin on Wednesday night, and go to the restaurant for a roast chicken on Tuesday night.
It made him awe-inspiring...
Patti took out a dozen psychological test questions from his briefcase, and put them in front of Zhang Xun, "I can give you these questions, and I know you will pass, because Commander Zhang's son cannot be a dangerous person. You and I Everyone knows this is a waste of time."
Zhang Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect that the first sentence the other party said to him would be like this.
Patti raised her head, and the gaze behind the lens was unpredictable.
Zhang Xun sat up slightly, and met the other party's scrutinizing eyes without flinching, "But the round table requires you to test me. Zhang Shuo is my father, but this does not give me any privileges."