Mou Xuan felt a chill in his heart, as if he had swallowed a piece of iced watermelon, chilling his entire body.
He said goodbye to Chen Yao in a hurry, and the words "wait for me to come back" were said in a firm tone, but they also revealed an uneasiness that he himself was not aware of.
The air inside the base seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.
"Old Wang, what's going on? Did everyone take the wrong medicine?" Mou Xuan went straight to the point as soon as he entered the room, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.
Wang, a memory expert with messy hair and thick flat glasses, looked like he had crawled out of a scientific research grave. He rubbed his hands with a pale face, "Boss, this is weird! I've studied memory for so many years, but I've never seen anything like this! This isn't like ordinary amnesia or mental disorder, it's more like... being precisely controlled by someone!"
"Precise control? How precise is that?" Mou Xuan's heart tightened. This was no joke.
"Their memories are like a maliciously edited movie. Some clips have been deleted, some have been tampered with, and even new false memories have been implanted! The key is that the technology is so advanced that I can't find any traces at all! It's like... like a ghost!" Lao Wang said, pushing his glasses, and a glimmer of despair flashed on the lenses.
"Ghost? Old Wang, when did you start believing in feudal superstition?" Mou Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Okay, take me to see the 'formatted' brother first."
"Boss, be careful. That guy is a little... manic now." Lao Wang reminded cautiously.
Mou Xuan followed Lao Wang to the residence of Zhang, the victim of tampering, and a strange smell hit him in the face.
The room was in a mess, as if it had been ravaged by a tornado.
The person whose image was tampered with, Zhang, was curled up in a corner, with empty eyes and muttering to himself, as if he was reciting some spell.
"He kept repeating one sentence," Lao Wang lowered his voice, "'Red... red... will all die...'"
Mou Xuan's heart skipped a beat. Red?
What's this about?
Could it be a secret code of some evil cult?
At this moment, Zhang, the victim of tampering, suddenly raised his head, and his empty eyes instantly became extremely fierce, like an enraged beast!
He let out a roar and pounced towards Mou Xuan!
"Oh my god!" Mou Xuan was quick-eyed and quick-handed, dodged the attack by turning sideways.
Wow, this speed, this strength, it's simply not like that of a human!
Zhang, who was tampered with, missed the attack and became even more manic. He waved his fists and attacked Mou Xuan like a mad dog!
Relying on his agility, Mou Xuan moved around in the small room and narrowly avoided attacks time and time again.
"Coordinator Li, come and help control him!" Lao Wang shouted from the side.
Li Xin, the crisis coordinator, was a thin, gentle young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He wanted to help, but when he saw the hideous appearance of Zhang, the victim of the tampering, he was so scared that his legs went weak and he stepped back repeatedly, saying tremblingly: "I...I...I can't...I'm scared..."
While dodging the attacks, Mou Xuan secretly groaned: What stupid teammates are these!
Failing at the critical moment!
He calmly observed Zhang's attack pattern and found that although his movements were swift, they lacked method and he attacked completely based on instinct like a beast.
"It seems that his reason has been completely suppressed." Mou Xuan made a judgment in his mind.
He stopped dodging and began looking for opportunities to counterattack.
He noticed that there was a brief pause after each attack by the tampered Zhang, and that was the moment when his breathing became disordered.
Just when Zhang, the victim of tampering, launched another fierce attack and pounced on him like a wild dog, Mou Xuan was quick-witted and seized the opportunity, and performed a textbook shoulder throw, clean and neat!
With a dull "bang", Zhang, the person who had been tampered with, was thrown heavily to the ground like a noodle. He was unable to get up for a long time, and was still humming nonsense like "red...death..."
There was a sudden silence around, followed by a burst of exclamations.
Lao Wang pushed his glasses and his jaw almost dropped: "Boss, you are too... awesome! You are simply a walking martial arts textbook!" Even the trembling coordinator Li couldn't help but stick his head out, with admiration on his face: "Boss, you...you are so awesome!" Mou Xuan clapped his hands with a calm face, thinking in his heart: Basic operation, don't be stupid, it's all the benefits of rebirth!
However, the icy watermelon in his heart did not melt at all.
This strange memory tampering incident is like a time bomb, and no one knows when it will explode.
He bent down, stared at the still struggling Zhang with cold eyes, and whispered: "All this is just the beginning..." Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and turned back to look at the door...
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