Great Power Technology.

Chapter 290 Gene Wall
After returning to his residence, Ye Zhou re-entered the simulator, clicked on the simulation interface, selected the first stage of the mystery of life, and started the simulation directly.

In his plan, there is a sequence of technology applications, but technology acquisition can be carried out simultaneously. First, all technologies must be in hand, and then the order of implementation in reality will be determined according to the priority.

So it doesn't actually matter that much which simulation starts first.

In the darkness, subtitles gradually emerged.

[Story simulation of the first stage of the mystery of life - the wall of genes]

After the darkness faded, Ye Zhou opened his eyes and found himself in a bedroom with simple but clean facilities.

Looking around, this room is probably less than 30 square meters. A bed, a desk, and a TV with a game console are all its facilities.

What is this place?
Ye Zhou sat quietly on the bed, waiting for the flow of memories to flow in.

However, compared with the previous few times, the memory he fused this time was pitifully small.

All he knows is that he is a medical experiment volunteer, and his current position is a laboratory affiliated to an institution called the Kharkov Veterinary and Human Disease Research Center, and he is conducting a targeted drug volunteer related to lung cancer. experiment.

Other than that, there is no more useful information, and even the memory flow has been terminated directly.

Ye Zhou sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, his peripheral vision glanced at the mirror in the open bathroom, and he immediately got up and walked over.

What appeared in front of him was a standard yellow face. Judging from the structure of the bones, it seemed to be a common race in the Central Plains of China.

However, Ye Zhou didn't know anything about his identity, his native place or even his nationality.

too weird.

Ye Zhou pondered for a moment, and directly used his thinking programming talent to enter the sea of ​​strings in his subconscious, but what he saw surprised him.

This place can no longer be called "strings" at all.

Those subconscious strings seem to have been twisted by some violent means, intertwined and twisted like a mess, the entire subconscious world is fragmented, even just looking at it seems to bring infinite chaos to people.

Ye Zhou stretched out his non-existent palm to straighten out the strings, but it was of no avail.

The amount of engineering was too much—it would have to be some kind of extremely severe trauma, or drugs or other psychic means, to do so much damage to the subconscious mind.

In short, before this person was simulated by himself, he was definitely a lunatic.

A madman in a disease research center lab?

Ye Zhou vaguely smelled something ominous.

He walked to the door and quietly turned the doorknob, and the door that he thought would be firmly locked opened in response.

After being stunned for a moment, he put on a dull expression for himself, and then walked out of the room barefoot.

The corridor was silent. Ye Zhou saw many rooms like him on both sides of the corridor. Some doors of these rooms were ajar, and some were firmly locked. However, depending on the situation, it was the owner of the room who locked the door, not himself. someone else.

Someone was watching TV in the room with the door wide open, and the music from Disney cartoons was playing on the TV; There were some indescribable sounds, which sounded like a live broadcast.

Ye Zhou was a little dazed, all this seemed so normal.

The atmosphere is relaxed, everyone is doing their own thing, and there are no guards with live ammunition like those seen in movies. The only person who looks like a staff member is sitting behind the reception desk at the end of the corridor, with his legs crossed and brushing leisurely. cell phone.

Is it really a normal medical experiment?

Ye Zhou walked forward slowly, the staff member stood up, looked at him and asked:
"Ye, you got up early today?"

Ye Zhou didn't answer, but looked at the work badge on the other side's chest, which bore the Kharkov company logo and the name of the badge owner.

Piedlov, sounds like a bear's name.

Seeing Ye Zhou's stunned expression, Piedlov shook his head and sighed, and continued:
"Today's psychological consultation is scheduled at 3 pm, and it's still early for you. I suggest you continue to go back to your room to sleep for a while."

"Ye, you're under too much pressure, don't worry, a drug trial is no big deal, your symptoms have been relieved a lot, haven't you?"

"Trust us, you'll be cured in no time - it's just lung cancer, and it won't be long before you'll be with your family."

Family reunion?
Do you have any family?
From the man's words, Ye Zhou can roughly deduce that the reason why he entered this so-called drug testing base is most likely to treat his own lung cancer, and obviously this treatment with targeted drugs has achieved certain results, because from From his own perception of the body, the condition of this body is obviously not too bad.

But Ye Zhou still didn't answer, he just nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the corridor.

He had already seen the exit of the gate, however, after pushing the gate open, what greeted him was not the bright sun and sky, but a vast hall with a dome.

There are all kinds of garden plants planted in this hall. Under the light of the overhead chandelier and the careful maintenance of the staff, each plant grows very well. There are many people walking on the path among the plants, some whispering, some Laughing heartily, the scene was as harmonious as what Ye Zhou felt in the corridor.

After walking around the dome hall, Ye Zhou basically confirmed the location of the medical laboratory.

This is underground.

Moreover, the main building of this laboratory should be remodeled with some fortifications left over from the wartime, because from some walls that have not been painted thoroughly, he can still see the red paint slogans that belonged to that era.

Those slogans are written in Maoxiong language.

Ye Zhou silently put together these scattered pieces of information in his mind, but the more he tried, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Slogans in bear language, underground fortifications, medical laboratories, English-speaking staff...  
This is probably not Xiong Da's territory.

The answer is almost there.

Then, the experiment I conducted is probably not as simple as the so-called targeted drug for lung cancer, otherwise my subconscious strings would not be so messed up.

But the final question remains unresolved—what should I do?
Destroy this lab?Steal data?Get rid of the key personnel in the laboratory?Or....to hold on to the final experiment?

Ye Zhou frowned. He carefully found a corner and squatted down, covering his face with lush leaves to avoid his expression being photographed by surveillance cameras that might be everywhere.

I should be a patient with a bad mental state now, so I must have the appearance of a patient.

The staff just told me that there will be a psychological consultation at three o'clock in the afternoon, so as long as I persist until that time, after attending the psychological consultation, at least I can take the opportunity to obtain more information...
However, just as this thought turned around in his mind, a distorted human face suddenly emerged from the bushes behind him!

The man's face was ferocious, and his muscles seemed to be twitching uncontrollably. Ye Zhou's spirit suddenly tensed up, but in the end, he still maintained his expressionless state.

After repeated simulations, his psychological quality was no longer comparable to that of the stunned young man who boarded the plane for the first time.

The owner of that face got out of the bushes, then reached out and grabbed Ye Zhou's arm tightly. It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to control his muscles, and squeezed out a few dull words from his throat.

And these Chinese words made Ye Zhou feel like he was facing an enemy.

"Don't... see a doctor!"

"Hide... hide!"

"4 pm!"

"The air raid begins!"

(End of this chapter)