"As it stands, it should consider itself a pigeon."

The moment the words left his mouth, the little white mouse jumped up suddenly, and at the same time, it flapped its short forelimbs twice.

Lü Yongchang's forehead twitched again.

If he wasn't mistaken, that should be the action of a pigeon taking off.

Lu Yongchang sighed softly and said, "Let's carry out euthanasia after the observation is over."

Mao Zhengzhi quickly nodded.

"What about the other experimental animals?" Lü Yongchang asked softly.

"cough……"

"So far, only this mouse has passed the experiment." Mao Zhengzhi pulled up an experimental record and showed it to Lü Yongchang. "The mortality rate of the experiment reached 83.1%."

"The rate of serious injuries such as dementia and vegetative state reached 16.8%."

"Don't be fooled by how lively and energetic this little white mouse is now."

"But its intelligence has been severely damaged, and its original memories have become extremely confused." Mao Zhengzhi sighed again. "If it were an intelligent being, it would be considered schizophrenia, at the very least."

Lu Yongchang's eye twitched again.

Who would dare use such technology?!

"Can it suppress the original consciousness's ability to self-correct false memories?" Lu Yongchang pondered for a moment before speaking.

"It's difficult."

Mao Zhengzhi shook his head: "My research over this period of time has made me realize a problem: there are too many mysteries hidden in the consciousness of living beings."

"The technology we currently possess is simply insufficient to interfere with the consciousness of living organisms."