Early the next morning, Wen Rensheng followed the Hu family siblings to the conference hall to assess the candidates as usual.
This day is completely an assembly line operation.
Compared with Xie Linghui, the other thorny candidates who tried to cover up their progress were completely insignificant.
However, they are not stupid, they only use some mysterious techniques they have learned, or some mysterious skills to try to fake their progress.
This situation is difficult to directly determine as cheating in the regulations.
After all, they did not rely on external objects or others and could attribute their abilities to their own.
However, it still needs to be judged as "uncooperative with regular inspections" and recorded in the file. At least if you want to enter the inspection department system, it will be greatly hindered.
If you remember this kind of thing too many times, you will be on the inspector's blacklist.
There are no candidates like Xie Linghui. Just like yesterday, the whole morning was completed.
At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Rensheng had eaten and rested for a while in the hotel room when he received a notification from someone special.
Inspector Liu sent him a live broadcast link. He opened the laptop provided by the hotel and went to the live broadcast link.
The live broadcast scene was just like an interrogation room, but the specifications were much higher than those seen before.
Inspector Liu, who was wearing a black uniform, could only stand aside. Next to him stood a man from the Supervision Department in a white uniform, one black and one white, which suited the situation very well.
Two men wearing gold and silver masks were sitting at the interrogation table.
The subject of the interrogation was a rickety old man behind a silver-white fence, who seemed to be Li Shi'an, who had not been heard from for a long time.
When Wen Rensheng saw this old man, he immediately became energetic. Until today, there is finally hope of solving the "death of expert" incident!
"Li Shi'an, don't you still want to explain?" The silver-faced man spoke first.
His voice had a metallic quality that was so breathtaking that it made the fence tremble a little.
"What do you have to explain? If you have the ability, go find the evidence. Once you have the evidence, you can tell me whatever you want."
Li Shi'an sat behind the fence, but was indifferent, and even closed his eyes, acting like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
"In that case, I have to tell you something." The silver-faced man waved his hand back.
Inspector Liu took out the recorder from last night and started playing it.
The voice of the man in the white suit appeared again.
"That old fool Li Shi'an actually took you, an ancestral seed owner with multiple personalities, as evidence that ancestral seeds can reincarnate people..."
Li Shian only heard half of it and opened his eyes.
"Impossible, this is impossible, I can't be wrong!"
He stood up from his chair, grabbed the silver fence, and screamed hysterically!
"What's impossible? All you think about is reincarnation, but that doesn't exist at all." The silver-faced man said disdainfully.
"What do you know?" Li Shi'an glared at him fiercely, "The mysterious world is vast, profound, and immeasurable... Reincarnation is real! That woman, that girl named Wei, her behavior, her aura, clearly
They are the ancients!”
Wen Rensheng was suddenly shocked. Of course he knew who the other party was talking about - Wei Yiqing.
The two of them met when Xu Yunshuang was seriously injured, and it was Wei Yiqing and the other person he was treating.
Later, Xu Qingshu asked Li Shian and He Shiqiang to see if there were any sequelae...
Is the other party actually an ancient person?
No wonder he always feels like he is of unknown age.
"Jing Jing, let me tell you the truth," the golden-masked man suddenly said, "We have studied this phenomenon for a long time. Multiple generations of heterogeneous species often retain some memories of the previous host."
"This kind of memory residue will make the next mutant feel that he is someone else. This is one of the inevitable flaws of multi-generational mutants. The performance of ancestral mutants is even stronger, probably because of the power of blood.
Existence and the same bloodline make it easier to activate the residual memories of the previous generation."
"No, you are all lying to me!" Li Shi'an yelled, interrupting him, "That's absolutely not the case. That girl is reincarnated, and her behavior sometimes is completely different!"
"You are wrong," the golden-masked man said in a cold voice, like a narrator with incredible emotions. "After scientific research, alien species can only serve as a data carrier, similar to a USB flash drive, and cannot truly transfer a person's soul consciousness.
give others."
"You yourself are proficient in puppetry, so you should understand this best. Soul transfer is impossible at all. You can only remotely control other people's bodies and minds to create the illusion of soul transfer."
"Actually, there is no exchange of souls. It's just that fragile creatures like humans are too easily confused by various feelings. Just like people looking at chopsticks in the water, they are not bent at all, and their stupid brains misunderstand it on their own.
Already."
Wen Rensheng listened carefully. The golden-faced man spoke categorically. It seemed that he should be a senior researcher, and a researcher in the soul field.
But when he heard the end, he smiled slightly.
In fact, Li Shian was right. An example of reincarnation is sitting behind the screen...
But no one knows this, ever.
"No, it's impossible. I'm not wrong, it's you who are wrong!" Li Shi'an continued to yell, but his hands were weakly released from the fence.
"You actually fully understand," the silver-faced man said without mercy, giving him the final blow. "You just returned to your normal nature before the fear of death came. You began to be afraid of death, and you began to pray to gods and Buddhas.
You start begging for fate, and you start looking for a sustenance for your fragile heart..."
"You are a coward!"
Li Shi'an finally had nothing to say.
A few minutes later, he held his head, sat on the chair, and said feebly: "You can ask whatever you want. However, before that, I hope you will fulfill one more request of mine."
The silver-faced man nodded and said, "Go ahead."
"You just said that alien species can carry the host's memory, so do you know how to keep your own memories on it?" Li Shi'an sighed.
Memory is just data, and amnesia does not mean death.
On the contrary, everyone loses a lot of memory every day.
The book you just memorized may be forgotten in 5 minutes, let alone a day...
"Oh, do you want your will to be passed down?" the silver-faced man asked.
"Yes, since I can't live on my own, I have to learn from ordinary people and find a successor to pass on my ambitions. But compared to ordinary people, I want to do a better job and use alien species as a strong restraint.
After all, there are many heirs who betray the previous generation." Li Shi'an said frankly.
The silver-faced man glanced at the gold-faced man.
The latter shook his head and said: "I won't lie to you. In fact, this is an important topic of our research. If you are interested, you can join our research group. Considering your past merits, I can give you someone to make up for it.
The opportunity allows you to leave this world with a decent identity."
"Huh," Li Shi'an couldn't help but sneer when he heard this, "It sounds nice, but he just wants to squeeze the last bit of my value. Forget it, just think of it as compensation... I promise you. Now you can ask."
The silver-faced man nodded, and then struck a blow: "He Shiqiang, He Shiqiang, senior, how did he die?"
Li Shi'an was slightly startled when he heard this familiar name, and his old face seemed to be lost in memories.
No one urged him.
After a while, he sighed and said: "That old guy, he was five years older than me and died four years ago. But he did not die of old age, but committed suicide. The purpose of his suicide is also very ridiculous..."
Everyone listened intently.
"Like me, he only discovered that he was a coward who was afraid of death when he got old..."
"I tried to persuade him at the time, since you were about to commit suicide, why not do something heroic? Use your body to suppress the disasters left by the mysterious natural disasters, and let future generations remember it forever."
"After he heard this, he yelled at me: What if the soul can really be reincarnated? If you use your body to suppress the disaster, your soul and flesh will be directly swallowed by the disaster. Doesn't that mean there is no hope at all?"
Speaking of this, a hint of grievance appeared on Li Shiqiang's face: "That's what I thought at the time. I can't die meaninglessly like an ordinary old man. I have to live a wonderful life and die a grand death so that future generations will remember me."
"But he, but he shouldn't have said those words to me. After what he said, I had already resigned myself to my fate. Then he also asked me to use puppetry as soon as his soul dispersed.
, keep his body fresh.”
"He wants to imitate the ancient pharaohs and modern freezing technology, waiting for the soul to come back after reincarnation in the future..."