I don’t think I can argue with Jin Pingmei. No matter what, he seems to occupy the moral high ground. A very cruel thing, once he said it, became the liberation of all mankind. I want to say a few more words, but looking back
Looking at Xiaoning next to me, I suddenly realized that I was just a prisoner and had no freedom of my own.
You don't even have freedom, and you still want to benefit the shadow?
Jin Pingmei probably thought I was a little annoying, so she asked me to go back and rest. I didn't want it, so I didn't watch the process of extracting the shadow brain tissue at all. It was all done by other people. After this operation, Jin Pingmei stopped for two days.
No action was taken.
I used these two days to establish a relationship with Xiaoning. In fact, I didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't that I was shameless and got close to Jin Pingmei. Xiaoning just couldn't swallow this breath. Since arriving at Jin Pingmei, he has been extremely ignored.
After two days, our relationship finally got better, and Xiaoning would take the initiative to talk to me. But just when I was secretly rejoicing, Jin Pingmei sent someone to call me again.
I really didn't know what to say, so I glanced at Xiaoning. His face was expressionless, but he must have been very unhappy. I smiled at him, and then followed Jin Pingmei's people out of the tent.
He and Zhao Yingjun were still in Jin Pingmei's tent. After I sat down, Jin Pingmei held up a small glass bottle with a little gray-white powder in it. There is no doubt that this is the powder produced by Shadow's brain tissue.
"These powders have been extracted a long time ago. Over the past day or so, I have tried a little bit and gained some experience, so I invite you to experience it today."
"This thing can't really be soaked in water and drunk, right?"
"No." Jin Pingmei shook her head: "I haven't tried it myself, but now I completely believe what the old man in the white coat said. This thing may really be able to get some information."
Jin Ping Mei tried several different methods, and even had people take a tiny bit of the powder orally. But it turned out that oral administration had no effect.
As she spoke, Jin Pingmei took out a candle, a very ordinary candle: "In a place like this, it is difficult to find such backward lighting tools. Fortunately, the few guys below me brought a few with them out of professional habits.
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Jin Pingmei broke the candle into pieces and put it in a small iron bowl, then heated it slowly. The candle quickly melted completely. While stirring the solution, he poured a little of the powder in the glass bottle into it. He poured it very slowly.
, is also very careful and seems to be strictly controlling the quantity.
"Not too much, otherwise the person will completely pass out and lose consciousness."
The solution cooled quickly. Before the wax water was about to solidify, Jin Pingmei quickly embedded the wick in the wax block and rolled the wax block into a cylindrical shape. In this way, a processed candle was placed in front of us.
I seem to know what Jin Pingmei is going to do, but I am not sure yet. There are only three of us in the tent, and the entire tent is tightly protected by his staff. Jin Pingmei sat cross-legged with us and lit the candle.
After this candle mixed with brain tissue powder burns, it produces a very special smell, like sandalwood mixed with a strange smell. In this tent, you will inevitably inhale this smell. The candle has just burned.
At that time, I felt a strange smell, but my body had no special reaction. But when it burned to one-fifth, I started to feel dizzy.
It was a very strange kind of dizziness, between trance and reality. It was like flying in the clouds in a dream, and the whole body was floating. Once the dizziness appeared, it was out of control. This smell probably has the effect of affecting the nerves.
As a result, I fell into a paradoxical state, and the real scene in front of me continued to spread and then disappeared.
It was as if I had really had a dream. I dreamed that I was walking along a very wide road. The road was sloping and led to the dark underground. I could see things passing by in front of me.
Hurry. This is very similar to the feeling after K-drug, except that this feeling is easier to accept than hallucination.
I kept walking, walking faster and faster, and in the end I was almost flying. I didn’t know how many meters underground I was, but my eyes suddenly became empty, and the space instantly expanded to countless times. The white light pierced people and I couldn’t open my eyes.
, under this white light, I saw a huge city.
Underground city.
Countless shadows shuttled through this underground city, and their vision was unstable, just like staring at something on the water with half-open eyes. This underground city that had been abandoned for countless years seemed to be swaying on a ripple of water. But no matter what
No matter how vague this feeling is, it cannot cover up the splendor and scale of this city. It is like a lost place, sinking into the dark underground.
In the end, my senses were completely confused, and even the hallucinations were not very clear. It was a kind of trance, like an hallucination that spanned time.
I lay there in confusion for a long time in this chaotic hallucination. It was not until Zhao Yingjun whipped me hard that he woke me up. I was very embarrassed and had foam at the corners of my mouth. The two of them woke up earlier than me.
When I struggled to sit up, the candle between the three of us had already burned out.
"What are you dreaming about?" Zhao Yingjun asked me from the side with a small tape recorder in his hand.
"I finally understand." I shook my dizzy head: "Can inhaling the smell of burning powder cause passive hallucinations?"
"That's probably not an illusion, it's real." Jin Pingmei was probably a little dazed, so he splashed cold water on his face, then wiped his face and said to me: "This is a very different way of transmitting consciousness information. You are in a coma.
What I saw may be a certain memory of that shadow during its lifetime."
Jin Pingmei explained to me very carefully what conscious information transmission is, saying that there are noses and eyes, as if she had experienced it herself.
I didn't argue with him. I estimated that I could completely refute him with just one question. How many years can this kind of shadow live? There is obviously a sense of transcending time in that hallucination. I told Jin Pingmei the truth and waited for his explanation.
"I don't understand this problem yet." Jin Pingmei said to me: "Only by analyzing it with my guess can I explain why the people from the Xihai River Project took this video. They must have killed a lot of shadows. According to my observation
, Shadows live deep in those underground cracks. If we have enough information sources, we can systematically master the secrets of this species and the secrets deep underground."
My scalp felt numb after listening to it. Enough information source, this undoubtedly refers to the brain tissue of those shadows.
"is it necessary?"
"I think so." Jin Pingmei pointed to her eyes: "Don't forget, I once had such shadows in my eyes. Although that bastard old man got rid of the shadows in his eyes, I believe they are still there.
The deepest part of my bones. I do these things in order to survive, no matter who I am, it is necessary."
"Okay." I was defeated by Jin Ping Mei again.
Jin Pingmei started to make the second candle, but I no longer had any interest. If I really wanted to know what hallucinations people would have after inhaling the smell of burning powder, I could directly ask Jin Pingmei for a recording or written record of the incident.
Starting from the next day, Jin Pingmei led people to shuttle back and forth between the ground and the main project to hunt down the shadows. I believe that human IQ is higher than these shadows, so no matter how well the shadows hide, they will always be booby-trapped and killed.
A steady stream of brain tissue powder was extracted, but Jin Pingmei didn't want other people to know this, so she insisted on doing it herself. He and Zhao Yingjun repeatedly inhaled the gas burning from the powder, and tried their best to recall the hallucinations in the coma after they woke up.
Come out and make a record. Zhao Yingjun is unlucky. Jin Pingmei wants to control the overall situation and cannot be dizzy every day, so most of the powder is "enjoyed" by Zhao Yingjun. He is there for at least fifteen hours out of the twenty-four hours a day.
Wandering in a fantasy world.
I finally felt a little more relaxed. Xiaoning discussed with me how to escape. Most of the people followed Jin Pingmei to the main project. Only a small part was left here, but the Xihai River is too remote. We not only have to consider how to escape, but also
To consider whether we can survive after escaping, we must be cautious. This kind of thing can only happen once. Once it is discovered that the failure has occurred, there will not be any chance again.
Before we could discuss a perfect countermeasure, the two guys who had followed Jin Pingmei into the main project rushed back out of breath and asked me to go downstairs.
"What's up?"
"Something happened down there." The guy ran with sweat on his face and said out of breath: "Brother said that this matter can only be solved by you."