one person's life

Chapter 203

United States, somewhere southwest of the Florida Peninsula.

Tang Muzhi woke up and looked through the light blue transparent glass at a group of people in the distance wearing split antibacterial suits as if facing an enemy.

"Oh my God! He's awake, he's awake! Everyone, get out of the laboratory first!"

A group of medical staff carefully left the laboratory. Tang Muzhi vaguely heard the pneumatic sound of the metal doors hitting each other. He turned his eyes and saw a circle of metal hoops around his face, as well as a roller-shaped object below the nasal cavity. .

"Non-invasive ventilator..."

Tang Muzhi found that his whole body was soaked in some kind of light green transparent viscous liquid, and his hands and feet were trapped by pure steel chains—this was a cylindrical device with a small diameter, which could barely squeeze him alone. Go in.The electronic screen connected to the capsule-like device next to it displayed Tang Muzhi's heart rate, body temperature, brain waves, etc.

Tang Muzhi felt that his body and true energy had recovered, but there was an irresistible feeling of weakness in his bones. He looked inside his body and found that except for a significant decrease in blood volume, no other abnormalities were detected.

"The hematopoietic stem cells...were really taken away, but luckily we had a backup plan."

Tang Muzhi took a long breath, cleared his thoughts, and then looked at the several cyan encryption symbols that had just quietly appeared on his left wrist, sighing in his heart.

……

Outside the laboratory, two blond Westerners, a man and a woman, were observing Tang Muzhi in the capsule through a one-way mirror.A blue light flashed in the young woman's eyes. She looked at the staff around her who were hurriedly operating the defense equipment, and frowned and said:

"Professor Riley, I don't understand. Who is this person? Why do we need to activate the highest level of defense measures to deal with him?"

Riley pushed up his half-rimmed glasses, staring intently at Tang Muzhi, who was motionless in the capsule, and muttered: "No one knows who he is... all they know is that he is an extremely skilled agent! He has a He uses a method to change his appearance and travels around the world all year round to conduct confidential tasks such as surveillance and eavesdropping. After we and the official people locked onto his location and released electronic interference signals to surround him, he did not hesitate to destroy it. His facial features, teeth, fingerprint data and other characteristics, so even though we have controlled this person for two weeks, we still know nothing about his origin and identity."

"For the sake of convenience, we have customized a number for this person - S001, but I personally don't like this kind of cold treatment. People here call him 'Mr. Mars'. Because of the fighting power he showed , we have specially launched a research study. Just because his personal danger is too great, what we have done so far is limited."

When Riley said this, he watched Tang Muzhi in the capsule turn to stare at him. Seeing those bright eyes, Riley felt a shiver in his heart and subconsciously took a step back, "Miss Sera... this person's His ability is beyond our imagination. Now I suspect that he can even observe us directly through a single-pane glass. It’s not safe here, let’s go.”

Riley led Sierra down from the central console, closed the pneumatic metal door of the console, and then walked out of the laboratory and went straight to Riley's office.

"Miss Sierra, please sit down. Although it's a little blurry, for safety reasons we'd better check it through the surveillance camera." Riley reached out and opened the LCD screen on his desk. Tang Muzhi's environment was clearly visible, and there were also heart rate and other information beside him. The data is the same as the laboratory. "Would you like some coffee?"

Sierra shook her head gracefully to express her refusal, and then said: "So the blood sample transported last time came from such a person?"

Riley frowned. Due to the limitations of technical conditions, he advocated using the official influence to cooperate with the talented Behemoth for experiments. To show his sincerity, he even persuaded his boss to take the initiative to send out the blood sample of "Mas". However, the car transporting the blood samples had an accident midway, and the blood samples were lost. This led to the hiring of Serra, an expert in genetics and psychology.

"I have no right to tell you more about this matter, but in this laboratory, our 'ant nest' can still guarantee your personal safety. Please be assured of this."

Riley acted like an elder and patted Sierra's shoulder gently, "I hope we will have a good cooperation in the next work. You are an expert in psychology. In the future, you will have direct contact with Mr. Mas." Permission to talk.”

Sierra smiled and said, "In the face of enemies that endanger our national security and status, I will naturally contribute wholeheartedly. However, since I will be studying the psychological conditions of experimental subjects in the future, I hope you will not have any reservations about me. , after all, for this kind of person, I need to know what he does in order to find the weakness."

Riley nodded slowly, "Although our knowledge is limited, we will still provide all the information about him for you to filter. But there are two points I want to make clear. The first is time. My boss believes that if Mr. Mars If he refuses all cooperation and our current methods cannot obtain effective information from his memory, if necessary, we will have to perform a lobotomy on him and treat him completely as a corpse. and research.”

Sera sounded a little surprised, "This... this is really a rough decision."

Riley said with some seriousness: "It's cruel. During this period of conversation with them, I realized that what we are participating in is a war. As advocates of peace, scientific researchers like us are not qualified to replace horses." Mr. Maas spoke. Of course, I personally can do some trivial things to give Mr. Maas some humanistic care."

Sera said with some mockery: "Humanistic care?" She pointed to Tang Muzhi, who was tightly controlled and imprisoned in the surveillance, and said, "This Mr. Masi will be very moved—if he can understand your thoughts and feelings If there is a gap in behavior."

Riley looked away in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, this is not something I can decide. Maybe you think it's ridiculous? I always remind myself that he is a dangerous person with a clear purpose, but he is also a pitiful machine controlled by the state - -I have met several people like this. They do not even have a complete outlook on life. From the moment they are born, they live as consumables. I hope to rebuild these people's outlook on life through comfort and teaching. Let them break away from the ideological constraints of their native environment and find their own life in this vast and free land."

Sierra pursed her lips and asked: "I think there are two things worth noting. First, since Mr. Mas can travel around the world to commit crimes, he must be proficient in multiple languages ​​and those cumbersome high-tech equipment; second, Two o'clock, did you see the look in Mr. Mas's eyes? Do you think he is a heartless machine?"

Riley swallowed, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't think a normal person with complex emotions and sound views can commit such a cruel self-destructive behavior."

Sera smiled slightly: "Maybe so... By the way, I think that compared to the information that can be explored in the direction of physiology or life potential, it is not as good as the secrets he has at this stage. Why would the authorities Make such a decision?"

"Oh, God knows how the general concluded that he would never reveal his secrets just by contacting the unconscious Mas, and God knows how he convinced the authorities... Also, Miss Serra, you are in scientific research Your research is eye-catching, but I think you are a natural politician." Riley looked at Sera with a different look in his eyes. It must have been Sera's previous words that made him understand that she is a pure scientist like him. distinction.

"General..." Sierra ignored Riley's change in attitude and muttered silently in her mind.

"If you and everyone in our laboratory cannot obtain valid information from his mouth or memory within six months, then the operation will be performed by a dedicated person, and there should be plenty of time."

"Now let's talk about the second point. Before you participate in this research, we need to sign a rather special non-disclosure agreement." Riley took out two pairs of rubber gloves under the table and put them on, then got up from the office chair, in front of Sierra opened the safe in the southeast corner of the office and took out a thick ancient book.

The ancient book is made of some kind of animal skin. The cover of the book is written with large cipher text and patterns using black dye. These pictures and text are eventually painted into the shape of a black mask, which looks very scary.

Sera narrowed her eyes, and she recognized a few Greek characters written on the thick ancient book.

Riley had some difficulty moving the ancient book, but he still refused Sera's help and moved the ancient book to the desk alone.

"Miss Serra, we are all people who have studied mysticism. You must have heard of the name of this ancient book."

"Carl Friedrich's spiritual book?" Serra asked.

There was a surprised expression on Riley's face, and then he was relieved when he thought of Serra's expertise. He nodded and replied: "Yes, after the death of Carl Friedrich, this spiritual book circulated for hundreds of years, and finally spanned The Atlantic Ocean was placed here."

Serra said preciously: "Carl Friedrich's Book of Spirits is said to have first appeared in the ancient Roman era, but it has never been known to the world. Who would have thought that more than two thousand years later, the German magician Carl Friedrich Xi showed its power for the first time, and it has since become a magic prop sought after by all magicians in the world. This book is said to be one of the cornerstones of the theory of the four elements of magic, but it has been banned for a long time due to black magic. .”

Riley nodded and said: "Yes, and it is well known that this Carl Friedrich is a narcissistic guy. He engraved his name on the book of the spirit, and this is how people are familiar with Carl Friedrich. Riderich's Book of Spirits. The first half of the Book of Spirits records some black magic in obscure words, while the second half is the 'Book of Contracts', which uses some kind of black magic to plant the seeds of demons deep in the human soul. , forcing both parties to the contract to abide by the agreement... Therefore, before studying this Mr. Maas, both of us need to sign an agreement - this is the decision of the higher-ups, who have great trust in these ancient mysteries."

Riley opened the heavy book jacket, and then turned to the page where the contract was made.

Serra said: "They trust black magic...I have no problem with it, just sign the contract."

Riley felt a little guilty when he saw Sera being so cooperative. The overbearing authorities made such rude demands when asking people to do things!He nodded and pretended to be relaxed and said: "There is another interesting thing. It is said that this spiritual book will actively search for its owner. Fortunately, you do not have super powers, otherwise this spiritual book might... "

Deng!
Before Riley could finish his words, a dull sound suddenly came from the desk table.

"Huh?" Riley looked at the liquid sloshing in the coffee cup on the desk, and looked at the cold-faced Sera in front of the desk.

"Just now, did the Book of Spirits move in your direction?" Riley looked at the table blankly and said in disbelief.

"..."

"..."

Riley reacted and opened her mouth.

"Tsk... If I had known that such an accident would happen, I wouldn't have put in so much effort (Chinese)." There was a long blue light in Sera's eyes.

Riley couldn't see the blue light, but when Sierra spoke Chinese, his eyes widened instantly: "You, you are here..."

suddenly--

From Sera's hand, a blue arm that ordinary people could not see stretched out, and the tips of the five fingers made of Qi sprouted linear Qi, which instantly enveloped Riley's head.

"Uh!"

A light blue light suddenly appeared in Riley's eyes, and he fell uncontrollably on the office chair.

"Hmm... I didn't expect that this guy is really a good guy who always keeps his word." Sela put a hand on the book of spirit, and the book of spirit moved up and down towards her like a living thing, "Tang Muzhi's Let’s talk about it later, let’s see how to solve the problem of the Book of Spirits first!”

Sera began to search Dr. Riley's memory about the Book of Spirits automatically finding its owner. Although Riley knew little about black magic, he had read the notes left by various contractors in the book. The notes mentioned I have experienced situations where the Book of Spirits recognizes its owner. At this time, you only need to take a drop of blood left between the eyebrows and drop it into the magic element array on the front page of the book to compress the volume and quality of the book, making it easier to carry.

Sierra nodded silently in the empty office. She first cut open the thick book jacket and took out a miniature positioning device. Then she pierced her eyebrows according to the method in Riley's memory, took out a drop of blood and dripped it on the magic element. Above the array, the Book of Spirits emitted a gray light, suspended in mid-air, and then began to compress its volume in the order of up, down, and four directions.

Sera felt the elemental power emanating from the air, and the glass in the office even began to crack. She frowned, and hurriedly grabbed the spiritual book that had shrunk to the size of a baby's palm and put it in her pocket.

There is no internal surveillance in Sera's office, and now she has plenty of time for her to operate at will. She continued to reach out and start tormenting Riley's memory, and finally deleted his memory about entering the office, and then Plant a command in his mind.

When Riley woke up again, he glanced at Sierra sitting on his stool with some confusion, "Miss Sierra, you are..."

Sera glanced at him with contempt, then reminded with a smile: "Professor Riley, don't forget your mission."

Riley paused, then stood up mechanically like a puppet on wind-up, nodded, frowned and said, "I understand."

(End of this chapter)