In the narrow room, An Qingyu looked at the doctor with a serious expression across from him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
"Are you kidding me?" An Qingyu asked.
"I'm sorry, Deputy An. These are some necessary questions to test whether your thinking is affected." The doctor smiled politely.
"……2."
"What is 19+18?"
An Qingyu frowned, thought for a moment, and answered: "37."
"What is 21 times 9?"
An Qingyu opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, but he suddenly froze on the spot.
His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, as if he was thinking hard about something. His face was full of difficulty. After five seconds, he tentatively spoke:
"189."
Seeing this, the doctor did not continue doing arithmetic, but directly changed the question:
"Suppose there is a class, and the students are lined up. No matter whether you are counting from the left or the right, you are in the fifteenth place. How many people are there in this class?"
"There are...there are...30 people."
The doctor looked at him deeply and said, "Pumpkins, grapes, cucumbers, corns, peas, which one is the most special?"
"The most special?" An Qingyu thought for a while, "Corn."
"Why?"
"Because everything grows on vines except corn."
"Suppose there is a code book. 'Banana Apple Big Yali' means 'Wednesday Secret Attack', 'Apple Sugar Cane Peach' means 'Execute Secret Plan', and 'Orange Banana Tomato' means 'Wednesday Victory.'
Belongs to us', what does the secret phrase 'Big Yali' mean?"
An Qingyu fell into deep thought...
The doctor nodded slightly, put away the documents in his hand, and pointed to the building blocks on the side, "It doesn't matter, I will give you a shape later, and you can use the building blocks to restore it."
"……Um."
…
Lin Qiye and others looked at An Qingyu, who was piecing together the building blocks bit by bit on the surveillance screen, frozen in place like a stone sculpture.
"How... is this possible?" Cao Yuan said in confusion, "Even I can answer those questions... Why can't Qingyu?"
"It is not only his legs that are affected by the soul mutation, but also his brain." Dr. Zheng said slowly, "After our problem screening, there is no problem with his cognition of the world, but his logical reasoning and calculation
His abilities have been severely damaged. It should be the sequelae of overloading the soul after performing some extremely large calculations.
Of course, as long as more complicated calculations are not performed, there will be no problem in life... However, the forbidden ruins of Deputy An will probably be affected."
"Logical reasoning and calculation?" Lin Qiye muttered to himself.
You know, for An Qingyu in the past, this was an absolute strength. Even Tianzun couldn't calculate the time and space coordinates of Lin Qiye and others, but he could... Now, he has degraded to this point.
?
"I think Vice Captain An should have realized this a long time ago." Dr. Zheng sighed, "When he just pushed him into the ward, he told me... that he couldn't understand what he was analyzing.
Otherwise, we would not have taken him for a thinking test so quickly."
Lin Qiye and others were stunned on the spot.
At this moment, Lin Qiye suddenly remembered what An Qingyu asked him on the way here...
Without the ability to perform logical calculations, [the only correct solution] has completely lost its effect. He can no longer analyze anything, or even actively use the abilities he has already analyzed. In addition, he has lost feeling in his legs... He is like this
, almost no different from a useless person.
"Is there no way to cure it?" Jiang Er asked anxiously.
Dr. Zheng shook his head helplessly, "Sorry, with our current ability, we can't even see through the special characteristics of his soul... There is really no way to treat him. The soul is the foundation of a person, and it is not that easy to repair."
Lin Qiye and the other two stood there, looking at the figure calmly piecing together the building blocks in the surveillance camera, and the air fell into a dead silence.
…
By the time Lin Qiye picked up An Qingyu and returned to his residence, it was already late at night.
Lin Qiye got out of the car with An Qingyu on his back and walked straight to the room. The cold wind blew through their hair, and An Qingyu's face looked a little more haggard than before he went to check.
"Qingyu, don't think too much. Get a good sleep tonight and leave the rest to me and Cao Yuan." Lin Qiye comforted him as he walked, "We will find a way to cure you."
An Qingyu hummed slightly and said nothing more.
Lin Qiye put him back on the bed, gave him a few more instructions, then turned around and left. Jiang Er's black coffin automatically floated in from outside the door, but after a moment of hesitation, it quietly floated out again.
Half a minute later, the soul-like Jiang Er walked through the wall and nestled next to An Qingyu.
"Where is your true body?" An Qingyu asked.
"I... I put myself under the shed in the yard." Jiang Er lowered his head and whispered, "I'm afraid that putting a coffin in your room... would be too unlucky."
An Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "What are you talking about? This is how we have been here for so long, isn't it? It would be unlucky to carry a coffin, and I would have died hundreds of times by now."
"I don't care, I just don't want to see myself tonight."
"..."
Seeing that An Qingyu couldn't persuade Jiang Er, she could only lie down helplessly, looking at the dim ceiling above her head in a daze. Jiang Er leaned next to him, and the hazy moonlight passed through her empty body, as if dyeing the bed sheets with a layer of white frost.
.
"Qingyu..."
In the darkness, Jiang Er's voice suddenly sounded.
"Um?"
"No matter what happens, I will be by your side."
An Qingyu turned his head and looked at Jiang Er's pure and firm eyes, feeling a little dazed.
He touched Jiang Er's head with his empty hand, hummed, and slowly closed his eyes...
…
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
The bright sunshine shines through the window and onto the floor of the room. An Qingyu is awakened by a gentle knock on the door and opens his eyes hazily.
He didn't remember how he fell asleep last night. He only knew that he had been lying on the bed in a daze like a corpse. During his blur of consciousness, he seemed to have started to have that dream again... that weird dream.
"Come in..." An Qingyu propped up his body with both hands and sat up against the wall.
The door opened, and in the bright living room, Cao Yuan pushed a large black wheelchair and walked into An Qingyu's room with a smile.
"Qingyu, what do you think I got for you?" Cao Yuan patted the back of the wheelchair and said excitedly, "The Night Watch Logistics Department specially made a combat wheelchair. It is driven by mental power and can reach a maximum speed of 250 kilometers per hour.
, rear backup power supply, if the mental power is used up, you can still run for another two hours with electricity!
With it, even if you can't walk on your own, you can still catch the high-speed train in a wheelchair!
I asked them to modify it last night. Even though it is so big, it is very strong. Even if it carries you and Jiang Er's coffin, it will not affect the speed at all. There is a special fixing belt under the seat to help you hold it.
The coffin is locked on the wheelchair and will not fall due to inertia during high-speed driving.
In addition, it also has three built-in parachutes, a thermal imaging enemy tracking device, and an automatic ejection climbing rope..."
Looking at Cao Yuan standing in front of the wheelchair, talking excitedly, An Qingyu froze on the spot.