"What is 1+1?"

In the narrow room, An Qingyu looked at the serious-looking doctor opposite him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Are you kidding me?" An Qingyu asked back.

"I'm sorry, Deputy Captain An, these are necessary questions to test whether your thinking is affected." The doctor smiled politely.

“…2.”

"What is 19+18?"

An Qingyu frowned, thought for a moment, and replied: "37."

"What is 21 times 9?"

An Qingyu opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly he froze in place.

His brows furrowed more and more, as if he was trying hard to think about something. His face was full of effort. After five seconds, he spoke tentatively:

"189."

Seeing this, the doctor did not continue to do arithmetic, but directly changed the question:

"Suppose there is a class where all the students are lined up in a row. No matter whether you count from the left or the right, you are always the fifteenth. How many people are there in the class?"

"Yes... yes... 30."

The doctor looked at him deeply and asked, "Pumpkin, grapes, cucumber, corn, peas, which one is the most special?"

"The most special one?" An Qingyu thought for a moment, "Corn."

"Why?"

"Because everything except corn grows on vines."

"Suppose there is a code book, 'banana apple big pear' means 'secret attack on Wednesday', 'apple sugar cane peach' means 'carry out the secret plan', 'orange banana tomato' means 'victory on Wednesday belongs to us', then what does the code word 'big pear' mean?"..

An Qingyu fell into deep thought...

The doctor nodded slightly, put away the documents in his hand, and pointed to the building blocks beside him. "It's okay. I'll give you a diagram later, and you can use the building blocks to restore it."

"……Um."

…

Lin Qiye and others watched An Qingyu assembling the building blocks bit by bit in the surveillance video, standing there in a daze like a stone sculpture.

"How... is this possible?" Cao Yuan asked in confusion, "I can answer those questions... why can't Qingyu?"

"It's not just his legs that are affected by the soul mutation, but also his brain." Doctor Zheng said slowly, "After our screening, it turns out that there is no problem with his perception of the world, but his ability in logical reasoning and calculation has been severely damaged. This should be the sequelae of the soul being overloaded after performing some extremely large calculations.

Of course, as long as you don’t do more complicated calculations, there won’t be any problems in life… However, Deputy Captain An’s Forbidden Ruins will probably be affected.”

"Logical reasoning and calculation?" Lin Qiye muttered to himself.

You know, for An Qingyu in the past, this was an absolute strong point. Even Tianzun couldn't calculate the time and space coordinates of Lin Qiye and others, but he could... Now, he has regressed to this point?

"I think Deputy Captain An should have realized this a long time ago." Doctor Zheng sighed, "When he was first pushed into the ward, he told me... that he couldn't understand what his ability had analyzed. Otherwise, we wouldn't have taken him for a thinking test so soon."

Lin Qiye and others stood there in a daze.

At this moment, Lin Qiye suddenly remembered the question An Qingyu asked him on the way here...

Having lost his logical operation ability, the [Only Correct Answer] completely lost its function. He could no longer analyze anything, and he couldn't even actively use the abilities he had already analyzed. In addition, he had lost the feeling in his legs... He was almost no different from a useless person.

"Is there no way to cure it?" Jiang Er asked anxiously.

Doctor Zheng shook his head helplessly, "I'm sorry, with our current abilities, we can't even see through the peculiarities of his soul... There's really no way to treat him. The soul is the foundation of a person, and it's not so easy to repair."

Lin Qiye and the other two stood there, looking at the figure calmly putting together building blocks on the surveillance camera; the air fell into dead silence.

…

By the time Lin Qiye picked up An Qingyu and returned to his residence, it was already late at night.

Lin Qiye got out of the car carrying An Qingyu on his back and walked straight to the room. The cold wind blew through the ends of their hair. An Qingyu looked a little more haggard than before the examination.

"Qingyu, don't think too much. Get some good sleep tonight. Leave the rest to me and Cao Yuan." Lin Qiye comforted her as he walked, "We will find a way to cure you."

An Qingyu hummed lightly and didn't say much.

Lin Qiye put him back in the room, gave him a few more instructions, and then turned to leave. Jiang Er's black coffin automatically floated in from outside the door, but after hesitating for a moment, it quietly floated out.

Half a minute later, Jiang Er in spirit form passed through the wall and snuggled up to An Qingyu.

"Where is your real body?" An Qingyu asked.

"I...I put myself in the yard shed...it's unlucky."

An Qingyu was stunned, then chuckled and said, "What nonsense! Haven't we been living this way for so long? If it was unlucky to carry a coffin, I would have died hundreds of times by now."

"I don't care. I just don't want to see myself tonight."

“…”

Seeing that he could not persuade Jiang Er, An Qingyu could only lie down helplessly, staring at the dim ceiling above his head in a daze. Jiang Er leaned against him, and the hazy moonlight passed through her empty body, as if staining the sheets with a layer of white frost.

"Qingyu..."

In the darkness, Jiang Er's voice suddenly sounded.

"Um?"

"No matter what happens, I will be with you."

An Qingyu turned his head and looked into Jiang Er's pure and determined eyes, his mind a little dazed.

He touched Jiang Er's head with his hand, hummed, and slowly closed his eyes...

…

Knock knock knock——

The bright sunlight shone through the window onto the floor of the room. An Qingyu was awakened by a gentle knock on the door and opened his eyes hazily.

He didn't remember how he fell asleep last night. He only knew that he was lying in bed in a daze like a corpse. While he was conscious, he seemed to have that dream again... that bizarre dream.

"Come in..." An Qingyu supported his body with his hands and sat up against the wall.

The door opened, and in the bright living room, Cao Yuan pushed a large black wheelchair and walked into An Qingyu's room with a smile.

"Qingyu, look what I got for you?" Cao Yuan patted the back of the wheelchair and said excitedly, "This is a special combat wheelchair made by the Night Watch Logistics Department. It is driven by mental power and can reach a maximum speed of 250 kilometers per hour. It has a backup power supply at the back. If the mental power is used up, it can run for another two hours on electricity!

With it, even if you can't walk by yourself, you can catch the high-speed rail in a wheelchair!

I asked them to modify it last night. Although it is so big, it is very strong. Even if it is carrying your and Jiang Er's coffins, it will not affect the speed at all. The seats will fall off due to inertia during high-speed driving.

In addition, it has three built-in parachutes, a thermal imaging search device, and an automatically ejected climbing rope..."

Looking at Cao Yuan standing in front of the wheelchair and talking excitedly, An Qingyu stood there in a daze.