Position transfer
After chatting with the people in the lab for a while, Mo Yang received a signal from his escort and rushed back to the hospital.
I never imagined that this hospital, despite its seemingly small building space, would have such a well-equipped department for brain-computer interfaces, which shows that it is keeping up with the times.
When he saw the iceberg again, Mo Yang shared the new information he had received from the laboratory with him.
Check the security camera footage to see if I was anywhere outside the dorm room last night. Also, recover any deleted messages from my phone.
After all these operations, he believed that there was at least one useful clue for them. Although everything might be under the other party's control, they still had to do the necessary information processing.
I entered the doctor's office feeling reassured.
Watching the skilled doctor perform the procedures, Mo Yang voiced his doubts.
"Recently, I've been experiencing situations where information suddenly enters my brain, but I can't discern its source—whether it's lost memory or external information. I'd like to ask if this is related to my brain-computer interface?"
"Logically speaking, it can't be said that they are completely unrelated, but we need to analyze the specific situation. For example, as you said, you have lost your memory before, so it is very likely that it is part of your lost memory. However, before a specific examination is conducted, no one can say for sure which situation it is. Come, lie down." The doctor responded to Mo Yang's question, while continuing to operate on Mo Yang's brain-computer interface connection.
At the doctor's request, Mo Yang lay down, and several fine wires were connected to his head. For some reason, he had a vague recollection of experiencing something like this before. He couldn't remember the specifics, but it certainly wasn't something he'd experienced in the future.
After meticulous examination and verification, the expert team discovered that the information in Mo Yang's brain was dense and complex, resembling a container holding unique memories, but many of these memories were not entirely related.
After careful categorization, the information that originated from the source takes up very little space. On the contrary, more space is occupied by information that was later transmitted using some kind of technology.
The doctor removed the connector from Mo Yang's head and asked, "Has your head been hurting lately?"
“Often.” Mo Yang replied before the doctor finished his procedure.
"Which type is it, stretching or like being pricked with needles?"
"It felt like something was jumping around, with a tingling sensation like an electric current flowing through it." Mo Yang's answer closely matched the doctor's question.
"That's right. Logically speaking, based on current technology and legal industry standards, we cannot yet open and examine these memory records one by one. Of course, this is only a matter of compliance requirements at present. Given the current state of technological development, it won't be long before humans will be able to perform memory modification, cutting, and removal surgery. At that time, memory databases will be allowed to be opened, and we can lay out your memories like a movie and examine them frame by frame."
"So that means it's not possible yet?"
"Yes, there are no established rules and regulations for relevant clinical experimental procedures yet."
Mo Yang was shocked. "What about the integrity of the information in my brain? Can you tell?"
"It's impossible to verify this precisely, because you mentioned that you've lost your memory before, and we can't analyze exactly which specific instances of memory loss occurred."
Hearing this, Mo Yang was completely stunned. Given the current level of technology, it was astonishing that someone had used technical means to precisely cut out parts of his memories. If it was an experimental study conducted by a secret organization, he wasn't sure if his other memories had been affected. He was now completely unsure which of his memories were genuine and which had likely been altered.
"I'd like to bother you a little longer." Seeing the person in front of him packing up his things and preparing to leave, Mo Yang quickly called out to someone.
"Would you like to know what stage of development brain-computer interface technology has reached?"
"This is no longer a secret. Research institutions in various countries have developed brain-computer interface-related industrial chains, involving all walks of life. In our medical industry, for example, we can already perform brain-computer interface-related surgeries on some patients. However, I must say that your brain-computer interface is a more advanced connection device that we have never seen before. Many instruments were not able to establish a completely effective connection during the operation just now."
As the doctor walked out, people outside walked in at the same time.
This back-and-forth exchange made Mo Yang realize the power of the person behind it all.
This is not something they can effectively defend against at present. Even if he is currently under protection, he would likely be powerless to fight back if he falls into enemy hands.
Just thinking about this made Mo Yang feel terrified.
Not to mention that they've already experienced it.
If before he didn't know his situation, now he is far more concerned about his personal safety than ever before.
As Mo Yang emerged from the testing room, he saw a person standing in front of him.
He could identify the person just by looking at their back.
What are you doing here?
He never thought he would see him again, and what he found even more unbelievable was that this man was standing right in front of him.
"Mo Yang, you will be secretly transferred by us. As for the transfer location, no one knows at the moment."
"Am I now under your control again?"
Mo Yang asked the question without giving a clear answer.
The person in front of him didn't speak.
"Where is Hou Chengjie? Did they go with me when I suddenly moved?" Seeing that the man didn't answer, Mo Yang continued to ask.
Hou Chengjie is dead.
After the person in front of him finished speaking, he looked at Mo Yang with a firm gaze, "Remember, from now on, do not trust anyone, no one." As he spoke, the ruthlessness in his eyes was overflowing, and it was etched into Mo Yang's heart.
Following closely behind this person, they walked as if no one else was around to the very top of the building.
Seeing a helicopter hovering not far away, and the person in front of him striding towards it, Mo Yang didn't follow closely. "Why should I believe you?"
The voice from behind made the traveler slow down slightly. The old man slowly turned around and looked at the person behind him with a piercing gaze. "Your attitude of being able to grasp the essence immediately is good, but you're using it in the wrong place. Come on, we don't have time."
After the old man finished speaking, he stepped into the airplane cabin.
Mo Yang watched the man's steps, which were decisive and efficient. He thought for a second and then followed him onto the plane.
I had just sat down in the back seat of the plane when, in the next second, the plane took off straight up, ascended to high altitude, and flew directly in one direction.
On the plane.
"What about them? You'll protect their safety, right?" The helicopter rotors were extremely loud, so Mo Yang could only express his thoughts by shouting to the people next to him.
"You'll know when we get there."
The view from the plane at night was not enough to accurately record the trajectory of his flight, and Mo Yang could not guess his exact geographical location at that moment. As the plane slowly landed, Mo Yang was able to see the terrain in front of him clearly.
They were deep in the desert, a vast expanse of sand stretching as far as the eye could see. They were currently heading towards a relatively flat area within the desert.
With each step, the sand sloped deeper and deeper, and with each step it seemed as if several kilograms of quicksand were covering the ground, making walking extremely difficult.
After a long time, the group finally made their way through the sandstorm and arrived at a corner where the sandstorm was less intense.
Mo Yang tried his best to slide off the sand, but it seemed to be a futile effort, as the sand slid off as it fell.
Mo Yang simply gave up and used his arms to form a circle to cover his entire face.
Before long, a faint light appeared in front of him, revealing a black space that could only accommodate one person. Following the footsteps of the person in front, Mo Yang stepped inside.
When we went inside, the rustling sound finally stopped.
Mo Yang took off his hat and shook his head vigorously, as if he could feel more than a pound of sand falling from his head.
This is only the surface; compared to that, what gets inside the clothes cannot be precisely quantified.
Mo Yang said in a tone that sounded like he was complaining, "I should have just put the whole sleeping bag over it."
After briefly clearing away the fine sand, Mo Yang continued to follow in the footsteps of the person in front of him, arriving at the depths of the cave.
Having traveled for an unknown period of time, Mo Yang could deeply feel the significant difference in temperature between the inside and outside.
She was wrapped tightly in all her clothes, and was still trembling slightly.
It wasn't until they reached Mo Yang and their feet began to slip that the group finally arrived at a place that seemed to be inhabited.
The iron gate, which was two people high, slowly opened in front of Mo Yang. What came into view was a research base that had clearly been meticulously planned and carefully arranged, with a lot of experimental equipment.
The base was so large that you could see the whole thing at a glance, and it didn't look like anyone had ever been there before.
"Come with me."
Mo Yang followed the speaker's footsteps to an iron gate in front of him. After passing through the gate, the two of them walked step by step to the central part of the base.
As he stopped, Mo Yang vaguely saw several familiar figures. They all turned around at the same time and saw Mo Yang behind them. The two sides ran towards each other, cheering and jumping for joy.
"That's great! I knew we could still be together." The young man's voice created a unique atmosphere in the empty space.
"I thought I'd never see you again." A body lunged forward, bumping into Mo Yang's shoulder and resting its head against his. Warm breath fell on Mo Yang's face, twitching and with a touch of humor.
"If you shout any louder, the base will collapse. Okay, stop crying." Mo Yang patted Fan Siwen on the shoulder.
"Professor." The voice was choked with emotion, seemingly firm, but revealing a hint of helplessness and compromise born of hardship.
Mo Yang looked at the girl in front of him, unsure of what to say to comfort her.
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