In the laboratory, a scientist from the Department of Biology looked at the data on the computer, turned on the microphone at hand, and loudly reported to Ander: "The subject's body temperature is gradually increasing and is expected to reach the warning level in one minute."
At this moment, silent spiritual power was stirring in the laboratory. The feeling was indescribable to Old Tang. It was like a special kind of static electricity that made his skin itchy, and like invisible hands that were constantly massaging.
his head.
"It looks like Xiao Feng succeeded," Ander touched his chin. Chu Feng's face was now frighteningly red, and his yellow eyes seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets. Together with the veins on his forehead and the sweating, he looked like
It’s similar to the crazy martial arts practitioners in martial arts movies.
"He doesn't look well," Old Tang said weakly, "I feel like he's going to explode in the next second."
"Don't worry, it's not yet time..."
If Chu Feng could hear what Ander said, he would definitely reprimand him loudly, because Chu Feng feels very bad now.
The human brain has its limits, even hybrids are no exception, but Chu Feng felt that the brain in this meat ball was incredibly slow. His speech spirit was like Red Dead Redemption 2 running on an office laptop, stuck.
It's hard to move even an inch.
Only now did he understand what Ander meant when he said that brain activity was restricted. In the world Chu Feng saw, the brain's dream was a very unclear gray color, and a humanoid creature was sitting on the ground with its legs crossed.
, the figure is as ethereal as a ghost, and looks as rough as the modeling of a low-quality game. It can only be roughly seen that it is a boy.
"Brother, is it... you?..."
The boy stretched out his arm that had blurred into a cylinder and asked Chu Feng his question. His voice sounded like a scratched record, making people shudder.
"Your brother..." Chu Feng spoke with difficulty. He found that his voice had turned into a hoarse, low-quality tone, and part of his language was lost: "Your brother...outside,...is very good...
Miss you."
Just before Chu Feng finished speaking, he felt the surrounding environment fluctuate violently. The boy's figure in front of him seemed to be split in two from the middle by some magical force, and then it was like an ice cube hit by a heavy hammer.
, turned into countless fragments.
A beam of light shone in the dark environment, and a familiar voice came to Chu Feng's ear: "It's almost done, Xiao Feng, wake up, wake up."
Dream, broken
The next moment, Chu Feng took a deep breath as if being fished out of the water, and then collapsed on the ground under the gazes of Ander and Old Tang. At this moment, he realized that the suit on his body was unknown.
When has it been soaked?
Ender put the Dragon Bone Cross he had just recovered back into his bag, and turned to look at Chu Feng who was lying on the ground, as if he had run a marathon.
"I... how long has it been?" Chu Feng asked tiredly.
Ender handed over a bottle of water and looked at the time: "It's less than a minute. How do you feel? What did you see?"
"There is a child..." Chu Feng took the water and took a big sip: "Everything there is blurry, like a movie played on an old TV. The child asked me if I was his brother. I just said something
, the dream is over.”
"What does this mean?" Old Tang came over and used the prosthetic limb in his hand to form a backrest, supporting Chu Feng who was already exhausted: "Thank you, brother. When the time comes, I will tell the people in the equipment department and ask them to give you something good.
."
As the only designated partner of the Equipment Department and the Alchemy Department, Old Tang is very valuable in the eyes of some scientific geeks, so it is not difficult to get some laboratory equipment.
Chu Feng looked at Old Tang's two mechanical hands that looked very high-tech at first glance, and shook his head with a smile: "No, you are already like this, so don't do that kind of dangerous research."
Obviously, Chu Feng thought that Old Tang was a lunatic from the equipment department. He blew up two arms and one leg, and even put on prosthetic limbs for himself to continue his dangerous research.
"Well, it looks about the same as I expected," Ander came over and supported the exhausted Chu Feng. The child's face was pale now, and his feet were shaking so much that he could hardly walk. Ander and Old Tang supported him on the left and right.
, sent him to the entrance of the laboratory and handed him to the medical staff: "Your brother is still conscious, but the structure of the brain nucleus makes his consciousness in a semi-dormant state."
"But this method doesn't seem to be able to communicate with the child." Old Tang and Ander looked at the report of the experiment in the attached laboratory together. Even though Old Tang dropped out of high school, the sharply increased body temperature line could still be seen clearly.
Clearly.
"Look, the temperature rises so fast. If this continues for half a minute, his brain will be burned out." Old Tang twisted his hands into a tangled shape: "This method is too dangerous."
"Tell me, Ronald," Ender knocked on the table, making a suppressed tapping sound: "Do you care about him, do you care about Constantine?"
Old Tang fell silent. For Norton, Constantine might be very important. It was another part of him, as inseparable as the palm of his hand and the back of his hand. But for Old Tang, that was another matter.
In a sense, Constantine was a stranger to him, and the only connection was the child who appeared in his dream. But why did he still feel depressed in his chest when he thought of Constantine?
"I……"
"You can think about it before you think about it." Ande suppressed Old Tang who was hesitant to speak, squatted down and looked directly into Old Tang's troubled eyes: "This is a very important decision, don't talk nonsense."
At that moment, Old Tang thought of a lot, including the brother in Norton's memory who always shrank and did not dare to look directly at him; in his dreams, he would ask him if he would eat his own child; and the child who faced him directly.
In the illusion that Constantine appears in, he is the boy who leads him to escape from the dragon attack.
"I don't care, although I don't know him now, we are brothers after all," Old Tang lowered his head, with a hint of pleading in his voice: "Please save him, I will try my best to recall those memories that are useful to you.
"
"Look up, Old Tang, remember what I said, we are friends." Ander held Old Tang's shoulders, turned to wink at the researcher behind him: "You care about this child, then I am very
Happy to help, come and see the treatment plan I have prepared for Constantine."
Old Tang raised his head, and a detailed plan appeared on the computer screen, accompanied by a simple flow chart, allowing Old Tang to clearly understand what Ander meant.
It was a plan that could be called crazy. It was to open up the cortical structure outside the brain core and use magical and alchemical techniques to create a body that was most suitable for Constantine from scratch. This was a miracle that replaced the power of gods.
"Actually, this plan has always been there, but we didn't dare to do it," Ander explained: "Because there is only one complete brain nucleus, and the structure of the brain nuclei separated from other dragons is simpler and has little reference significance."
Old Tang's mind flashed across Xia Mi's young and beautiful face, and he asked tremblingly: "Then you mean..."
"That's right, doesn't it happen that there is also a Dragon King? How about using her as the first test subject, Ron?"