Memories exploded in my mind.
Scenes of familiar yet unfamiliar scenes kept flashing back in front of my eyes.
Meng Yiran felt that his whole body was being sucked into the vortex of memories, sinking continuously along the deepest part of the memory vortex.
He saw flashbacks of memories that seemed familiar, but somewhat different.
Still in the familiar Big Bird Tavern, there were still many people drinking inside. He saw his young self pushing the door open in despair.
Beep, have you been fired by your foreman again?
A rugged worker with sharp eyes whose face he could not remember immediately began to laugh at him about being fired by the foreman when he saw him coming in.
Young Meng Yiran's eyes widened: You fart! I don't!
I saw you hugging the foreman’s thigh and begging for mercy, begging him not to fire you.
This was a conventional sentence used to make fun of him. When the people in the tavern heard the rough worker's words, they burst out laughing as if they had seen the scene with their own eyes.
Mom, that's because he won't let me go! In the end, there was nothing I could do. I held his legs and begged him, and he was willing to let me go!
He saw the young self in his memory blushing, and said with a red face: I will become a fire starter in a short time! Damn it, the foreman saw my potential and was unwilling to let me go!
You said you could be a fire starter?
Hahahahaha! Bros! Do you know what I just heard? This drunk guy actually said he could be a fire bearer! This is the funniest joke I heard today!
Another burst of laughter broke out in the tavern.
From the perspective of the workers in the tavern, most of the people who drink in this tavern are low-class and marginalized people who are in a similar situation to themselves, crawling around in the gutter. Meng Yiran's words sounded like a man from the slums. The young man who came out declared that he would become a millionaire in the future.
is an unrealistic daydream.
The gentlemen of the intellectual aristocracy are born noble, intelligent and talented. Their lives are something that stupid lower-class people like myself will never be able to touch.
Then the screen shattered.
The flying fragments formed a new memory picture, and the perspective also changed from the third person to the weird first person.
There are wires and pipes scattered everywhere in the room. The rough and simple decoration reveals a decoration style from the Industrial Revolution period. Some of the pipes outside are spraying little bits of steam outwards, making the room a little cloudy. , the chairman is sitting on the Iron Throne, scanning himself with electronic eyes flashing red.
So did Meng. He spoke slowly, and the cold and mechanical electronic sound contained no trace of human emotion. Because you were afraid of personal death, you escaped from your duty as a fire-passer, causing the fire-passing ceremony to almost fail, leading to the night. Nearly half of the city's population was killed or injured in this disaster. I am very disappointed with your performance.
Chairman Meng Yiran heard his own voice. He could clearly feel the uncontrollable fear in his heart from the memories. It seemed that the person in the memories knew what kind of ending he was going to face. Even the voice was Some trembled: Please give me a chance, no matter what you ask me to do, I will definitely not let you down again this time! ..
The chairman sitting on the Iron Throne didn't say anything. He just stared at Meng Yiran in his memory with his electronic eyes shining with blood-red light.
Meng Yiran felt a strong pressure in his heart, and then his perspective changed. In his memory, he was under the chairman's gaze, and he couldn't help but look to the ground without the courage to continue looking at him.
This state seemed to last for a long time, but it seemed that it only lasted a few minutes, and then the answer that made him feel relieved came.
You're given a chance, it's up to you whether you can seize it or not.
A strong feeling of joy suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, and was conveyed to Meng Yiran, who was looking back on this memory. He felt that the self in the memory was filled with joy of surviving the disaster, and gratitude to the chairman for his tolerance and generosity. , but the next second, as the picture changes, these emotions
It instantly turned into fear and resentment.
He saw a man tied to a chair, with his hands and feet tied tightly by the restraint straps on the chair, and a full-coverage helmet on his head. There were many needle-like protrusions on the top of the helmet. The tip of the object was connected to a bunch of intertwined wires, which were dragged on the ground and finally connected to a huge machine behind the chair.
What on earth is this doing? let me go! Who are you? From the security team? Or the bodyguard around the chairman? The chairman has promised me a chance before! You can't punish me without permission! This is illegal! , what if the chairman knew what you just injected into me? !
However, no one paid attention to his shouting. Researchers in white coats were busy back and forth in the room. Some of them were debugging equipment, some were recording data on paper, and some were holding bottles filled with medical solutions. The syringe injects the medicine needed for the next experiment into the person tied to the chair.
The commissioning phase has been completed. The researcher who seemed to be the leader nodded and gestured for the team members to get ready. He looked at the experimental subject who was still yelling and trying to break free, and replied in an extremely formulaic tone: Mr. Meng, please Don't worry, this experiment was authorized and approved by the chairman. You are the subject of this experiment. This must be the opportunity given to you by the chairman.
I hope you can seize the opportunity of this experiment and demonstrate the value of the Immortal Project to the Chairman.
After a brief silence, a slightly dull wailing but full of despair and resentment came out of the helmet. However, the researchers present were already used to it, and no one paid attention to his cursing and wailing.
I curse you! I curse you!
When the experiment begins, each unit should record all details and abnormalities during the experiment.
Then, a strong electric light engulfed Meng Yiran's consciousness.
The screen flashed.
Meng Yiran seemed to be back in the vortex of memories from before.
Keep falling, keep falling, falling towards the deepest memory, towards the memory that no one can tell.
Then he woke up again.
The light of the shadowless lamp was so dazzling that it made it difficult to open one's eyes. Meng Yiran felt as if he had experienced an overly long sleep. He had been wandering in the cold and lonely darkness for an unknown length of time, and he only woke up from the darkness when his spirit was almost about to collapse. I came over, saw the light again, and felt the warmth.
He seemed to be lying on an operating table. Soon, as his eyes gradually adapted to the light, he began to see the scene around him clearly.
He was firmly locked on the operating table with restraints. There were many strange-looking instruments attached to his body with wires attached to the operating table. He also seemed to be wearing a helmet-like thing on his head, and he could feel a lot of ice. Cool electrode patches are placed on the head.
A doctor wearing a white coat and a blurry face appeared under the shadowless light. He seemed to notice Meng Yiran waking up: Are you awake? Do you still remember your name?
Meng Yiran was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the self in his memory say in a slightly confused tone: My name is Meng Meng, Meng Yiran?
It should obviously be his name, but it has an unbelievable tone.
very good. The doctor seemed to smile, and Meng Yiran could hear the excitement in his voice. It seemed that the operation was successful, and the soul transfer technology could be initially confirmed to be successful!
Can you think of anything else? For example, your identity, what you are good at, and the last thing you remember
Just say it briefly, no need to go into too much detail
Listening to this series of questions, Meng Yiran, who was recalling the past, already felt some chills running down his spine.
He instinctively wanted to refuse to answer this question, but in his memory he was completely unmoved by his will.
