New York, Brooklyn, underground of a certain coffee shop. It used to be a popular coffee shop near Old Tang's residence. The secret party bought this shop very early in order to monitor Old Tang in real time, and relied on
Countless black technologies transformed the underground into a laboratory.
Most of the time, this laboratory is used to analyze various excretions of Old Tang. This laboratory, which sounds quite strong, is a rare opportunity for most secret party scientists. After all, you can't stand on the Dragon King's side.
in front of him, and then asked him:
"Mr. Dragon King, have you pulled it?"
The answer to this question is probably only a roar and the destruction caused by the word spirit, but now, this laboratory has been converted into another new home for Old Tang, and the main research object is not Old Tang, but Constantine.
To be precise, his name should be Constantine Tang.
Old Tang originally wanted to give him a new name, but his ability to name names was not good and he couldn't think of it after thinking for a long time, so he could only use the original one.
Now, in another laboratory, Old Tang saw the theoretical brother, a round meat ball floating in a cylindrical jar, surrounded by reagents glowing yellow-green. This was the last remaining thing of Constantine.
A trace in the world, a ball of flesh wrapped around a human brain.
This biological tissue called the brain nucleus can absorb surrounding nutrients through the membrane on the surface. The brain inside is in a dormant state most of the time, and only a few times there is a little activity, like a sleeping child turning over restlessly in a dream.
Thanks to this unique structure, Constantine is theoretically still alive, but neither Ender nor Old Tang will be satisfied with this step. What they expect is more.
Now is my first attempt to establish the simplest connection with this big meat ball.
The best person to establish contact is Chu Feng, who is currently standing there in a suit while Monk Zhang Er is confused.
"I don't understand, why don't you try magic, thought detection, communication, etc." Old Tang looked at Chu Feng who exuded a playboy aura and asked in a low voice, a little uneasy.
"I tried it, and finally concluded that your brother is sleeping, and due to the structure of this tissue, his brain activity is restricted."
Ander walked to the column, said hello to the scientists at the window above, then pulled Chu Feng over and said, "Xiao Feng, let me introduce you, this is Old Tang, my friend."
"Hello, my name is Chu Feng." Hearing Ande say this, Chu Feng did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly introduced himself: "Please rest assured, leave this mission to me."
"Xiao Feng's speech spirit is a dream tapir, which can create dreams. Perhaps this is the only way to get a glimpse of what your brother is thinking." Ander introduced to Old Tang. Old Tang nodded, crossed his two prosthetic limbs together, and bowed slightly.
Shen: "Then I'll leave it to you."
"It's easy to talk about. Well, where is the patient?" Chu Feng adjusted his hair and looked around curiously. Ander patted his shoulder helplessly, pointed to the sphere in the cylinder and said, "This is it."
"Grandpa Ande, don't be joking..." Chu Feng laughed. Seeing Ande's determined eyes, he opened his mouth and froze there. Then he took a breath of cold air: "Hey, this, this is me.
You can create dreams, but you have to have a beginning."
Chu Feng has become accustomed to activating the speech spirit by looking directly into the other person's eyes, so that creating dreams will go more smoothly. This little technique came from Masashi Toyama's hypnosis course.
Now facing a round meat ball, it is more troublesome.
"Is that so? Maybe you can use another talking spirit, such as talking spirit or channeling. That kind of linking the subconscious of two people, but it may cause some damage to your brother's brain."
"No, no, no, please let him try it first before talking. If you don't have a head, don't you still have a brain?" Old Tang's prosthetic limbs were swinging like a skipping rope, and there was a trace of resistance from his heels to the back of his head.
"Then Xiao Feng, you try it first." Ande nodded towards Chu Feng, who stood in front of the column with a wry smile. He had created dreams for many different people, including the commissioner who couldn't sleep, the woman who longed for love, and the body.
A broken wounded person, but he had never seen such a patient before, with only one brain left. Chu Feng even doubted whether this thing could still be called a human being.
He took a few deep breaths, calmed down, turned around and asked, "What kind of dream would you create?"
"The owner of this brain is a boy of about six or seven years old. You can make it according to what he likes at that age." Ander stood behind Chu Feng and cast an encouraging look at the junior.
"Do you have anything else to add?" Ander looked at Old Tang, who took a few deep breaths and slowly said, "Tell him that I am fine and safe now, and I will be able to meet him in person soon."
Chu Feng nodded. He understood this emotion, but family affection and love were areas he was not willing to touch. He was still too young and did not have a deep understanding of such emotions. He preferred to create such sensational scenes.
A dream about a jumping rainbow pony.
"Got it, I'm starting." Chu Feng closed his eyes. The next second, his eyes opened, and the black eyes turned into golden pupils. The obscure and powerful dragon text was spat out from his mouth, which was something that normal humans could not utter.
the sound of.
Because this sound contains supreme power.
This is one of the pillars that the dragon clan relies on for survival, the spirit of speech. In this laboratory, the realm of speech spirit was constructed the moment Chu Feng spit out the dragon text, and began to affect the brain core placed in the middle.
A trace of sweat broke out on Chu Feng's forehead. This kind of pressure was far beyond his imagination. He felt like his spirit was swimming in mercury, and every step required a lot of effort.
When Ander saw this, he took out the dragon bone cross from the space bag. The top of the red cross was inlaid with a fist-sized white pearl. Ander put the dragon bone cross in his hand into Chu Feng's hand. At that moment, the white pearl
Pearls exude dazzling brilliance.
Chu Feng only felt as if his spirit had been enhanced by endless power, rushing through the obstruction of his brain core. The next second, that obstruction was instantly broken through.
After gaining the authority of the White King, this dragon bone cross can gain a certain amount of mental gain even if it is held. It is of no use to Ender, but it is just right at this time.
But Chu Feng's words did not have the desired effect. The dream only lasted for a short time and then turned into another scene. It was like a gray world seen in a half-dream and half-awake, surrounded by fuzzy gray fog.
, a boy hugged his knees and sat in the fog, looking at Chu Feng who appeared here.