While Lu Chen was being scolded by Watanabe's brain, in the North American branch of the General Investigation Bureau, 272 kilometers away from the North American Research Institute, Yang Jianmin was sitting on a stool in the interrogation room, his eyes slightly narrowed and his expression relaxed. p>
Yang Jianmin has always had this expression since he was taken onto the helicopter. His originally straight shoulders slumped, as if someone had suddenly removed a thorn stuck in his back.
He squinted his eyes, smiled and leaned comfortably on the hard stool in the interrogation room. Just like that early autumn afternoon, he leaned on the haystack warmed by the sun and looked up at the birds flying across the clear sky. p>
My father went out to do errands, and my mother stopped by a neighbor's house to chat. My brother was wearing a brand-new uniform, patrolling the community with pride and dignity.
Yang Weimin stretched out. He changed to a more comfortable position. The air-conditioned wind made his back feel a little tight. It would be nice if he had a blanket.
"Hello, Professor Yang." The "mirror" in front of Yang Weimin suddenly fell, and a man in a casual suit appeared opposite Yang Jianmin, "We meet again."
"Hello, Director Anton." Yang Weimin smiled and greeted the other party, "Long time no see."
"I didn't expect to see you again in this situation." The director-general, whose figure obviously didn't match the size of his clothes, shook his body, and the fabric of his suit jacket trembled because of his bulging muscles.
"Creak" sound. "I'm very confused, Professor Yang."
The extremely muscular Director Anton leaned forward, as if a city wall was dangerously tilted forward.
"We have conducted a thorough investigation on you, Professor Yang. I am very confident in the investigative capabilities of the General Investigation Bureau." Director Anton's speech sounded like he was announcing a fact rather than conveying information, "But you still
It has demonstrated some capabilities that we did not expect."
"I don't quite understand what you are talking about." Yang Weimin straightened up and replied with a frown, "You bothered me for a long time during the last investigation - I was very cooperative."
"You have reservations on the most core issue." Anton said in a sullen voice, "Professor Yang, what is your belief?"
"I am an atheist. I do not believe in any type of gods, demigods, immortals or saviors." Yang Weimin spread his hands, "You asked about this last time."
"Do you agree that one should use any means to maintain a person's life, even if this means may be illegal?" Anton ignored Yang Weimin's "quip" and continued to ask, "For example, cloning technology can be used, personality digitization, etc.
?"
"I don't agree with this." Yang Weimin shook his head and said, "The person cloned by cloning technology is a brand new life. It should not assume the responsibility of 'someone's substitute' at birth. Digital personality is even more unsafe——
We cannot judge whether a personality belongs to a specific individual."
"Then where did you learn this treatment plan?" Anton patted the table in front of him with his hand, and the wooden table made a tooth-wrenching "crunching" sound. "After the brain is completely cut off, The active support surgery is an important part of Wenger Cheklavsky's clonal replacement surgery. You even improved its specific plan based on it. This surgical plan is highly confidential - you are from Where did you learn it?"
Yang Weimin replied very calmly, "I have not studied Mr. Wenger's surgical plan. I made the entire treatment plan myself."
"Professor Yang, wise people don't tell secret words." Anton squeezed his hands and made a crunching sound. "You can't convince us by saying 'you made it yourself'. How can you prove that this is your own achievement?"
"My personal terminal stores a large number of papers in related fields, and Bian Que helped me write many emails discussing academic issues with experts in related fields." Yang Weimin spread his hands, "This idea started after I graduated with a Ph.D. Most of my knowledge accumulation and research happened after I graduated."
He looked at Anton and said calmly and seriously, "All research and study have relevant records. All these surgical plans are indeed the results of my own research. I have not illegally obtained confidential information through any channels."
Anton did not speak in a hurry this time. He just turned his head and looked at the darkness beside him.
"He didn't lie."
A man's voice came from the darkness, but the speaker could not be seen.
Visible to the naked eye, Director Anton suddenly relaxed a lot. He moved his shoulders and leaned back comfortably, "That's good."
"But you still need to give us an explanation that makes sense." Anton shook his neck and said, "Moreover, no matter whether Watanabe is dead or alive, you will need to take corresponding responsibilities in the future. If you die, you may be Investigate the responsibility for excessive treatment. If he survives, Watanabe may seek compensation for mental damage."
"We'll talk about the future later. After Watanabe comes back to life, at least he has to thank me first." Yang Weimin stretched out and stretched out his finger towards Anton, "Where's my cigarette? If you want to hear the story, you can put the cigarette out first. Give it back to me."
Different from Tang Qinglong's retro bronze electronic pipe, Yang Weimin's cigarette is full of technological colors - the milky white polymer plastic pipe emits nicotine-rich smoke in his mouth. It enters the alveoli along the mouth, and finally brings out a smoke that lasts for many years. The story of the year.
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Unlike others, Yang Weimin's relatives did not die as victims of the Great Collapse. Whether it was his father who went out to run errands, his mother who was chatting at a neighbor's house, or his brother who had just become a policeman and was patrolling proudly.
Yang Weimin's family has even become a very rare family that "none of the two generations have suffered a major collapse", and has attracted the envy of the surrounding neighbors. Some aunts often come over to inquire about what the old Yang family usually eats, and what they can do.
Not a single one had a major meltdown.
On the afternoon when my brother became a patrolman, an armed "robber" hijacked the village's kindergarten. A total of twelve people, including the teacher, were hijacked.
On the first day he took office, his brother faithfully performed his duties and mission. Before other supporting forces arrived, he successfully negotiated with the robbers to release the two little ones who were crying and almost out of breath.
Children.
and a kindergarten caregiver to look after them.
It is obviously inappropriate to call this gangster a "robber". He is actually closer to a psychopath. Although he has complete logical thinking ability and is able to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, he chose to let the child who seemed to be in pain leave. But he
He wants to take hostages and force the coalition government to answer his question face to face - why brain transplantation is not allowed.
The robber's goal was to get the coalition government to admit that their decision had harmed his own self-perception - that he perceived himself as a cyberbot using a human brain.
Since the coalition government's policies violated his human rights before he was born, it is very reasonable to ask the coalition government to immediately come up with a perfect cyber robot and transfer his brain into it.
Yang Weilian tried his best to comfort the crazy robber. From expressing sympathy for his experience to actively saying that he had "similar thoughts". In short, Yang Weilian tried his best to use his brain and mouth to try to do nothing for these things.
The children who know are fighting for the hope of life.
In the end, when the police, the special forces of the Joint SS and the General Investigation Bureau officers arrived at the scene, there were still seven people left in the entire kindergarten - in addition to Yang Weilian and the robbers, four five-year-old children were lost at the scene, as well as
A childcare worker.
After arriving at the scene, the officers of the Comprehensive Investigation Bureau combined the analysis report of the National Mental Health Center and quickly formulated an ending plan. Since this person asked to transplant his brain into the brain of some cyber robot, it was better to use the plan. "We brought the cyber robot you wanted, but this robot is very expensive!" The negotiator used a hand cart to push a shiny silver robot that looked like a robot that appeared in film and television works in the 1980s.
"It's no problem to install it for you, but you have to show your sincerity - release the two hostages, and we will arrange the transplant now!"
The robber saw the robot, and after a little hesitation, he released the two little boys.
Two four-year-old girls and a 42-year-old female caregiver are still being held hostage.
Yang Weilian suddenly stood up and suggested, "Brother, I also know that you don't want to kill people, you just want to keep hostages to bargain with the damn coalition government. They have taken out the Cybermen now, and there is no point in keeping them - just
I'll be a hostage, and you can let them all go."
In order to strive for success, Yang Weilian also put his baton on the ground, "I also want to become a cybernetic. I have never dreamed of it - which man can refuse the possibility of becoming a robot!"
This heartfelt speech seemed to resonate with the robber, and he released an additional little girl.
"You hold her, otherwise the snipers outside may shoot you." The robber hiding behind the nursery gave instructions to Yang Weilian, and then made new demands to the negotiators outside, "I want more
A cyberbot."
After the second "cyber robot" was in place, a gunshot was suddenly heard in the kindergarten. A few minutes later, the childcare worker came out holding a round, bloody thing with trembling hands.
"The madman said that he must first let his brother realize his dream." The nurse holding the head said in a trembling voice, "He shot...at the back of the policeman's head, and then...and then...
The head was cut off."
"He wants to see you perform the transplant on site..." Before the nurse could finish her words, the robber's voice came out, "I know that transplantation does not require the cerebellum and brainstem, don't try to fool me!"
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"I remember this incident, the 625 hijacking case." Director Anton nodded, "Finally, we used several servo motors to simulate movement, making the robber think that the transplant was successfully achieved, and finally sniped him to death." p>
"I read the records and found that the only damaged parts of my brother's body were the cerebellum and medulla oblongata - if there were corresponding technologies and contingency measures at the scene, he might still have survived." Yang Weimin smoked a second pipe of cigarette and took a deep breath.
After taking a breath, the nicotine-rich mist spurted out, "So I chose to study medicine, and then started to study this treatment plan bit by bit."
"I never thought that this plan could actually come in handy." Yang Weimin put down the cigarette in his hand and leaned on the back of the seat again. "This feeling is like when you were a child and saw you slip and fall into the water.
As for the drowned relatives and friends, there was nothing you could do when something happened to them, but after that... you are thinking in your heart every moment about how you could have pulled them back from death."
Yang Weimin looked at Anton again, "In the rest of your life, as long as you have such an opportunity again, you will definitely seize him at all costs."
"What you caught was not the person who fell into the water in front of you, but the friend who slipped and fell into the water that summer and drowned." Yang Weimin showed a satisfied smile, "What I saved was not Watanabe, but all the cerebellum and brainstem were damaged.
But people who can still be rescued."
Anton was silent for a long time, then stood up, bent slightly, crossed the table and patted Yang Weimin on the shoulder.
"I don't know what other people think, but Watanabe... he may not thank you very much." Anton's voice was muffled and sounded a little unhappy, "It would be nice if that guy didn't scold you - Dongsang people
If he believes in spirits after death, he might even blame you for delaying the opportunity for him to meet his deceased wife."
"That doesn't matter, I can just curse him back." Yang Weimin laughed heartily, "Don't worry, I curse people worse than him - Dongsang people know a lot of curse words."