Black Technology Monopoly (The Black Tech Monopoly Corporation)

"Alpha," Zhang Heng put the unconscious person in his arms on the ground, his expression extremely solemn, "How about it, can you detect what happened before?"

"Sorry, sir, I can't understand the performance of these people, and there are never similar cases in my information database." Alpha said innocently.

Zhang Heng didn't expect this kind of strange thing to be understood by a supercomputer, he just asked again, "So, has the whole experiment been recorded?"

"Yes, but after the destruction device in the isolation room is turned on, the cameras and other equipment inside have all been destroyed, and the camera is only recorded in the second of the destruction." Alpha replied.

"Enough." Zhang Heng nodded, "Make this video top secret, no one is allowed to watch it unless there is my order!"

"Yes sir."

Zhang Heng turned and walked out of the laboratory, and after more than ten minutes, Gu Zhan rushed in with a large group of clone fighters.

"Take Professor Albert Armstrong and his assistants away and keep them under close watch. No one is allowed to let them out unless it is the order of His Excellency the Commander!"

"Understood!" The clone trooper agreed, and the medical staff behind him walked in, placing a person on a stretcher, and then quickly removed.

After watching the clone fighters take away the group of scientists who lost their minds, Gu Zhan turned to look at the isolation room on the side. At this time, the isolation room was filled with disinfectant due to the cleaning mechanism. The disinfectant is clear and transparent, and you can even clearly see a black stain on the bottom of the water, which is the grease and coke left after the three people were burned to ashes.

Gu Zhan looked at the pool of stains expressionlessly, but he found that a special feeling of palpitations came from the isolation room. Gu Zhan instinctively noticed that the farther away from this pool of stains, the better, so he thought I don't want to turn around and leave, and at the same time completely seal this laboratory.

...

Zhang Heng woke up slowly from his deep sleep. After a night of training, the splitting headache finally disappeared. He quickly got up and let Alpha send someone to bring breakfast. After eating, Zhang Heng was completely relieved. With a sigh, he turned and walked towards the door.

Zhang Heng didn't stop until he reached a heavily guarded medical room at the bottom of the academy. At this time, two armored clone fighters stood outside the door. When they saw Zhang Heng's arrival, they saluted at the same time.

"How is the situation inside?" Zhang Heng asked lightly.

"Professor Abbott and his four assistants have all been quarantined.

There is no abnormality, and the psychologist Professor Alexander has arrived and is now inside. ' replied the clone trooper.

Zhang Heng nodded, pushed the door directly in, and saw a dark corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there were cold black iron doors, like a prison.

Here is the Abnormal Human Research Center of the academy, which is similar to a mental hospital. The wasteland world is under extremely harsh survival pressure, and there will inevitably be countless lunatics who are driven mad, frightened, and deranged, and this abnormal human research center exists to study human psychology. Although it is an unpopular department, it But essential.

This kind of place always creates a feeling of extreme fear, the lunatic is always more scary than the murderer, because you never know what a lunatic will do next. When Zhang Heng walked to the end of the corridor, he saw that the door of a confinement room was open, and a scream full of despair came from the confinement room. Zhang Heng walked to the door and saw that there were four strong men using it. The arm controls Abbott. This poor professor looks like a ghost or a ghost, struggling and screaming constantly, while Abbott is facing a middle-aged blond man in a white coat. The man is holding a flashlight and shining something into Abbott's mouth.

"Professor Alexander?" Zhang Heng said.

The movements in everyone's hands suddenly stopped, and they looked at Zhang Heng subconsciously. The middle-aged man in a white coat nodded, "It's me, Your Excellency Commander. What are your orders?"

"I'm here to see how Professor Abbott's condition is." Zhang Heng said, he unscrupulously observed the middle-aged blond man in front of him. In his induction, the other party had a gloomy aura, in Zhang Heng's opinion Dealing with mental illness all the year round, his own spirit does not seem to be very good.

"Professor Abbott has been severely mentally stimulated, and I'm afraid it will take a long time to recuperate. As for whether he can recover, I can't guarantee it." Alexander glanced at Zhang Heng and said coldly.

"Mental stimulation?" Zhang Heng nodded, "So that's the case, since that's the case, I need to be alone with Professor Abbott for a while."

"Now?" Alexander frowned as the movement in his hands paused.

"Yes, now." Zhang Heng's voice was beyond doubt.

"Understood." Alexander was silent for a while, and finally turned around and walked towards the confinement room. The rest of the people also let go of Professor Abbott and didn't even look at Zhang Heng. One of them even touched Zhang Heng's shoulder. .

When everyone left, Zhang Heng's eyebrows moved slightly, he raised his head and said, "Alpha?"

"Yes, sir."

"Give me to monitor the every move of Alexander and several of his assistants." A cold light flashed in Zhang Heng's eyes, "If they have any abnormal behavior, immediately notify the clone fighters for arrest."

"clear."

After Alpha agreed, Zhang Heng looked at Abbott, who was curled up in the corner. The old man seemed to be ten years old at this time. Thick dark circles and pale lips look very wrong.

"Professor Abbott, do you still recognize me?" Zhang Heng walked up to Abbott and said condescendingly, "Tell me, what did you see yesterday?"

"Hey...I feel them..." Abbott laughed strangely, his voice was low, in this small confinement room, with an indescribable strangeness, "They are coming back... …”

"Who are they?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, crouched down, and asked in a persuasive tone.

"They are..." Abbott's voice was low, and an obscure and inexplicable tone jumped out of Abbott's mouth. What's even more bizarre is that at the moment when Abbott said this sentence, Zhang Heng There seems to be some kind of fragment flashing by in his brain, as if there is a certain kind of special information in Abbott's voice.

Zhang Heng was shocked. It was obvious. During the experiment, a spiritual infection similar to Yuehua was transmitted from the No. 2 subject. Then Zhang Heng ordered the sound to be turned on, which eventually led to that kind of spiritual infection. The sound was transmitted, and several assistants, including Abbott, were also infected, and because of his long-term training in Yuehua's virtual space, his will far exceeded that of humans, so he was immune to this effect.

"Meme?" Suddenly, such a set of words flashed in Zhang Heng's mind. The only time he ever came across the word meme was when he had just obtained the Black Divine Seal, but because this ability was too dangerous, Zhang Heng was in It has never been used after controlling the Divine Seal, and now, Abbott's behavior is very much like an act of infecting memes...

If it's really a meme, then things get complicated.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but think deeply. The technology of meme, which transmits information, is not something that Zhang Heng can resist today. Although the technology of the Radiation Plane is higher than reality, in the face of the advanced technology of meme, it is fundamental No resistance at all!

Well, there seems to be only one way to remove the influence of memes...