442. Chapter 438 New Chapter 0412 Your ancestors were Huskies, right?
At that time, everyone will not even know whether what they want to do is an idea instilled by others, and they are not sure that the memory in their mind is the real past. It will be impossible for the world not to be confused.
Of course, Li Mengnan was not worried that this terrible scene would become a reality, at least he would not be able to see it in his lifetime.
Reading consciousness is one thing, but entering it is another. The difference between the two sides is like playing games and programming, one is on earth and the other is in heaven.
If you want to enter the subconscious world, you must at least know the structure of consciousness first, right?
Knowing the composition, you still have to learn lossless extraction and lossless transfer, right?
If you encounter any unpredictable danger while entering the subconscious world of others, you still need to know how to take your consciousness back safely, right?
If science can one day perfectly achieve the above points, it is estimated that human space colonial fleets can sail to Orion. Faced with the nearly infinite resources of the entire universe, who would still stay on the earth and engage in internal fighting?
However, Li Mengnan would not say these words to others. After all, these are just his family's words and cannot stop the huge national will at all.
Besides, even if the final product is a terrifying Pandora's box, the by-products of the research process are still worth looking forward to.
Not to mention the distance, the three veteran drivers in his dormitory are still eagerly waiting for the day when they can watch a romantic action movie with pure VR technology.
By then, coupled with simulated robots linked to action movies, the shameful title of "single dog" will be completely swept into the trash heap of history.
Officer Park saw that several commissioners were leaning very crookedly on the building, and coughed a few times as a reminder.
Father Martinez gave Officer Park an apologetic look and interrupted the conversation: "I think we should talk about the case first... LEE, you just mentioned the mission report. There is something in it that we haven't paid attention to yet.
Did you get anything?"
"I wonder if you have noticed the way the murderer in this case tied up these victims." Li Mengnan reminded.
"You mean trapping them all in the subconscious world?"
After Father Martinez finished speaking, he shook his head. He was good at soothing people's hearts and exorcising evil spirits. He was not good at research on spirituality and consciousness.
Li Mengnan picked up the report from Euonymus, flipped through a few pages and put it on the table. He tapped the paper with his fingers and said: "The priest said it well, but he didn't find the key point. The key word here should be '
The word "kong" means confinement or detention."
There is a thin layer of window paper between some things that can be seen through and those that cannot be seen through.
After Li Mengnan's prompt, Amyra was the first to react and said thoughtfully: "Yes, trapping a person's self-awareness in the subconscious is much more difficult than directly erasing the other person's self-awareness. Why did the murderer do this?
What about this seemingly unnecessary thing?”
"It should be hatred, right?" Father Martinez analyzed: "When I was just a priest, I once listened to the confession of a believer - he said that someone killed his wife, and he did not call the police.
Instead, he broke the enemy's hands and feet and imprisoned him in the cellar of his house. Listening to the enemy's painful screams and pleas every day, he felt that the hatred in his heart became lighter."
"And what?" Adams seemed interested in the story.
"I never saw him again. Later I learned from the police that the man committed suicide by shooting himself next to the cellar of his house. His enemy also starved to death because he was found too late."
"What a tragedy." Adams sighed.
"This is strange." Amyra was a little puzzled, "If you put it this way, the murderer and these victims should be the kind of people who have a deep hatred, but these victims are just children of sixteen or seventeen years old.
What kind of evil thing can he do? The murderer is absolutely determined to kill someone."
"If you had heard of the 'Hammer of the Lord God', you probably wouldn't have said that..." Li Mengnan whispered. Anyway, he didn't expect these foreigners to understand this kind of trick that only Chinese people could understand.
"I have heard of Thor's hammer."
Adams is worthy of being of werewolf blood, and his ears are sharper than the average person. He was probably the only one in the entire conference room who heard Li Mengnan's complaint.
But it's of no use.
At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Wei Mao walked in from the outside with a scent of shower gel. His hair was still shiny like water, and it looked like he had just taken a shower.
Li Mengnan originally thought that Wei Mao would have to give him a look, but he didn't want this guy to give him a thumbs up and praised: "The painting is good, I can't bear to wash it. It's the first time I realized that I am actually so suitable for tattoos."
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"Uh... As long as you're happy." Li Mengnan didn't know where to complain. There were so many flaws everywhere.
"Commissioner Health, thank you for your hard work. Sit here."
Officer Park quickly stood up and pulled out a chair for him, gesturing for him to sit down and talk.
Wei Mao was not polite, he sat down without any hesitation, opened the mineral water in front of him and took a sip, picked up the information on the table and looked at it while asking: "I've been sleeping, I came a little late, where were you talking about?
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"It seems to be talking about Thor's Hammer?" Adams tilted his head and looked at Li Mengnan. He probably didn't listen at all just now.
Li Mengnan suddenly felt that the ancestor of this werewolf must be of husky descent, otherwise there would be no way to explain the ambiguity that emanated from his bones.
"Oh? Are you talking about games or movies?" Wei Mao is not much better than Bi Erha.
"Uh... we were discussing the case, and Commissioner Adams just made a joke." Officer Park forced a smile.
Looking at Officer Park with an extremely unnatural expression, Li Mengnan really felt that he was having a hard time.
It’s okay to just investigate cases and mediate, but you still have to look after someone who committed a crime.
How many people must he have offended to be assigned to such a miserable position...
In order to prevent Wei Mao from catching up with everyone's thinking later, Officer Park roughly repeated everyone's inferences just now, and Wei Mao nodded repeatedly.
"To be honest, the missions I performed before were all combat missions that didn't require much thinking. I really don't understand things like this kind of investigation."
Except for Adams who echoed the words with a sense of confidant, no one else spoke. They could hear that there must be something more to Wei Mao's words.
"But I understand a truth." Wei Mao took out the cigarette case from his pocket and put it on the table, pointing his finger and said: "Just like this, you can't see how many cigarettes are left in my cigarette case. It's not your control.
There are not enough clues, but the angle you are standing at is wrong... In fact, some things will become clear at a glance as long as you find the right angle of observation."