"Captain, something's wrong."
"What the hell? I was just chatting with my daughter on video, and you told me something happened. What happened?"
"Our stealth spacecraft accidentally hit a truck, which then hit a car in front of him, and that car hit a person crossing the sidewalk in front of him."
"Damn, this is against the Universal Traffic Safety Law. What happened to the person who was hit?"
“No more.”
"It's over, it's over, this is a big deal. Hey, first bring the soul of the person who was hit."
"yes."
Soon, the crew member clicked a few times in the void, and a somewhat dazed illusory figure appeared in front of the two of them.
"Yeah, brother, what happened is this: we bumped into you."
"So I'm dead?" asked the illusory figure.
"Yes, of course it is our responsibility, so we will take responsibility for it."
"Responsible? Can you let me be reborn?"
"Sure." The captain said with an awkward smile, "But we have to go back to our home planet to get the technology."
"Then how are you going to take responsibility? Also, what did you do to me? Why didn't I feel any emotion when I found out I was dead?"
"Ah, this soul extractor has the function of stabilizing emotions. After all, most people have just entered the soul state, and being overly excited is not conducive to communication." The captain explained and continued.
"How about this? We can extract your obsession or desire on this planet, and then find a suitable person to implant your obsession. That way, you can return to your home planet with us without worry, rebuild your body, and be reborn."
"How long will it take?"
"A long time! Using your planet's time unit, it should be more than a thousand years."
"Does this mean that even if I'm resurrected, I won't be able to see my family and friends?"
"Uh, yes!"
"Well, I hope she and my parents are doing well." Thinking of the people he cares about, even though his emotions were stabilized by the soul extractor, some fluctuations in his heart were inevitable.
"Don't worry. Although the person implanted with the obsession doesn't have your complete memories, this obsession is deep in his soul. He will definitely fulfill your wish."
"Oh!" The captain gave the crew member a look.
The crew member turned on an instrument and said in surprise, "The young man in the car that hit him is the most suitable person on the planet to fulfill his obsession."
"What a coincidence?" The captain hadn't expected this to happen, but he nodded anyway: "Then let's implant the fragment of his obsessive soul."
The crew member controlled the instrument and aimed it at the unconscious young man in the car, but what he didn't realize was that there was a soul fragment in the instrument that had not been cleaned up last time, and it was also implanted into the young man's consciousness.
(This book isn’t science fiction. Really. Aliens come and go, so what kind of science fiction is that, right?)
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"Mr. Feng, Banana Mobile sent us a document stating that they're increasing the commission they take from our app next year. For anyone who tops up their app through Banana Mobile, they're going to increase the platform fee from 10% to 20%."
"You're bothering me with such a trivial matter? So, announce that all our apps, including WeChat, Jiaoyibao, Chibaole Takeout, Lulu Travel, Mingdeng Navigation, and Chuchujian News and Haowu Shopping, as well as Mengjia Rentals and all of its games, will be completely withdrawn from Banana Phone."
"All...all? Mr. Feng, Banana phones have a 15% market share in our country. If we withdraw completely."
"I said it all, and that means it all. From now on, anyone who wants to use a Banana phone shouldn't use our app. Also, you should arrange a promotion for our Yanhuang phone brand, with a 20% discount on all its phones."
"Okay, Mr. Feng." The man who looked like a secretary finally said nothing more. He knew how anxious Mr. Feng was right now. His favorite youngest son had just returned from studying abroad and had been in a car accident on the way back from the airport. He was still lying there unconscious.
Feng Jianguo sent his secretary away, glanced worriedly at his youngest son lying on the bed, and asked the doctor beside him, "Old Huang, why hasn't Xiaoyun woken up yet?"
The doctor here was an old friend of Feng Jianguo's. He comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, Xiaoyun isn't injured. He's still unconscious. He must have been frightened by the car accident. You have to know that when a person's brain is frightened, it shuts down like a computer to protect itself. He's in a deep coma like this, and he'll wake up soon."
"Are you really okay? Look at that instrument, it's fluctuating so violently, it makes me panic. You said it's already been a whole night."
"He's really fine! That's the electroencephalogram. Xiaoyun's brain waves are fluctuating strongly right now, so he must be dreaming. This is actually a good thing, as it means he has gone from a deep coma to a shallow coma and will wake up soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiaoyun on the hospital bed really woke up. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him, felt a headache, and fell asleep again.
"Old Huang, Old Huang, what's going on? Why did Xiaoyun faint again?" Feng Jianguo asked excitedly, pulling the corner of Old Huang's clothes.
Old Huang frowned slightly, stepped forward to check all the signs, and then comforted Feng Jianguo again: "It's okay, don't worry, Xiaoyun's vital signs are very stable. Look, even the brain waves are gradually stabilizing. According to my experience, she will wake up in one night at most."
When Feng Xiaoyun woke up again, it was already noon the next day. He opened his eyes and looked at this unfamiliar place. There was a strange middle-aged man standing by the bed.
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