Special experience
“Colonel, please feel free to ask me anything, and I will answer you carefully. But if there is anything I don’t remember very clearly, I hope you can understand. After all, as you see,” he said, patting his head, “my head is still hurting, and there are still many things I’m trying to recall.”
"How did you know I was a colonel?"
"Look, the epaulets on your shoulders say it all. Although the style is a bit old-fashioned, I usually watch older police and gangster movies, so I can roughly guess what they are."
"I hope your next answer will be as accurate as you guessed."
"Hmph." Mo Yang gave a rather unpleasant smile.
Why did you come into this world?
This world?
Wait a minute—Mo Yang had a bad feeling.
He is indeed currently working on a time machine project.
Upon further reflection, it became clear that their research and development work was currently in the test flight phase. And now, it seemed highly likely that he had become the test subject for this phase.
However, he couldn't recall any of the specific details.
"You haven't answered my question yet."
Mo Yang looked at the person in front of him, feeling a conflict he couldn't quite put into words.
"If I told you that our experiment malfunctioned, which is why I'm here now, would you believe me?"
The officer in front of him frowned, but his eyes, which were fixed on Mo Yang, were no longer as gloomy as before.
"Rest here for now, I'll send someone to pick you up later."
The officer left.
Mo Yang watched the man's departing figure and fell silent.
There was a faint, indistinct voice outside the door, giving instructions, but the exact words were unclear.
After a while, Mo Yang used all his strength to prop himself up halfway, his hands just able to reach a corner of the Venetian blinds on the side.
It took all my strength to pry open a crack in one of them.
But what came into view was an empty white wall, nothing else.
Disappointed, he lay back down on the bed. Mo Yang had no idea what awaited him next. From this moment on, his future had become a blank sheet of paper, leaving him no information to predict its course.
I was in a daze and didn't know how long I slept.
During that time, the nurse came to remove the needle and change the dressing. I got up and ate a few more times. The food wasn't bad, but every time I swallowed it, it felt like needles were pricking my internal organs.
When Mo Yang woke up for the last time, he was fully awake.
Seeing that the person next to him had changed to a face he had never seen before, Mo Yang couldn't help but chat with him.
Are you new here?
The person in front of me did not answer.
Mo Yang glanced at the epaulets on his shoulder; he was a low-ranking soldier.
I haven't seen you for the past few days.
"The others were assigned other tasks, so I came here temporarily to fill in."
"Oh, I see."
Mo Yang looked into his eyes. His eyes were clear, and there was no trace of the ruthless glint that had been honed by time.
"Can you tell me what day it is today?"
The soldier did not answer him.
"Would you like to know how long I need to lie here?"
The person in front of me shifted their eyes slightly.
"The commander said, 'You can stay here and recover without worry. Once your condition is better, we'll take you to another place.'"
Mo Yang thought to himself that his injury had been assessed by the doctor and was not serious.
He also anticipated that the speed at which he fell might have caused his organs to not be properly coordinated, resulting in a sudden small earthquake.
Judging from the pain he's experienced over the past few days, he should be feeling somewhat better.
However, if he were to be subjected to torture and forced confession, he feared he might not be able to bear it.
Let's just wait and see. We'll just have to get through each day as it comes.
Although I don't know what year it is, or which country or geographical location I have fallen into.
However, judging from my intuition, it must be a time of peace.
His doubts didn't last long.
Not long after, he was pushed in a wheelchair to other departments for examination.
As you can imagine, the results of the CT and MRI scans were all normal.
During this time, Mo Yang secretly looked at the hospital's large screen.
He felt half at ease, realizing that the era he was in was none other than 2025.
When he returned, his mind raced, trying to recall what had happened in his world in 2025, but the result he gathered was—0.
He forgot the most crucial information.
After being wheeled back to the ward, a familiar figure walked in from outside.
Let's go.
"Where are we going?" Mo Yang took the set of clothes handed to him by the person in front of him, opened it and took a look. The style was not bad.
"I'm not fully recovered yet," Mo Yang muttered, not in a hurry to change out of his hospital gown.
“You can come with us in a wheelchair.”
Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, Mo Yang had no choice but to obediently change his clothes.
As they left the hospital, Mo Yang secretly turned his head and whispered to someone beside him, "Do you know where my clothes are?" From a distance, a voice came over, "You didn't have any clothes on when you came."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yang fell silent.
Quietly following the crowd, we walked out of the hospital and boarded a vintage military vehicle.
Based on Mo Yang's deduction, the place they came out of didn't seem to be the hospital's main entrance. Following the car's gaze, they scanned the hospital's facade, and a signboard prominently displayed the words—"Mishi Armed Police Hospital Shangyuan Branch."
The geographical coordinates are now available: Shangyuan District, Rice Market.
Along the way, following the perspective of the vehicle, Mo Yang observed the city seriously for the first time.
Ironically, the quality of this city modeling is really inferior to the modeling in his games.
At least in terms of details, game models are polished and made more refined. But these buildings in front of us, of varying heights, resemble the irregular patterns distributed in an experimental field.
However, it does have its advantages. At this moment, Mo Yang's attention was drawn to an old-fashioned bicycle not far away.
He had seen countless traffic jams on three-lane roads, but he hadn't seen anyone leisurely riding a bicycle amidst such congestion for a long time.
This is a truly authentic experience that you've never had before in game modeling.
The bicycle was just beside me a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, it was left far behind by the changing traffic lights ahead.
Before long, the car stopped in front of a building with a strong old-fashioned feel.
Mo Yang stared at the building in front of him until the people below opened his wheelchair and he followed them to the building, but he still couldn't remember where he was.
Several people, dressed identically, emerged from the building. Mo Yang knew he had stumbled upon a den of thieves.
After being handed over, the group pushed Mo Yang to the door of a room that looked airtight. One of them walked up to Mo Yang and tried to put a pair of handcuffs on his hands.
It was clear that his personal freedom was about to be taken away.
Without time to think of a solution, Mo Yang got up and ran away.
Several people caught up with him and, before Mo Yang could run far, pinned him to the ground and handcuffed him.
On his way back, a boy passed by Mo Yang.
A familiar face, it looks just like someone I know...
"Could I borrow your coat?" Mo Yang turned to look at the person, slowing his pace considerably.
The people nearby stopped in their tracks, but their eyes showed visible terror.
The words he was about to say were interrupted from not far behind him.
"If you have any extra clothes in your luggage, lend them to him for a bit."
The person next to him swallowed back what he was saying and echoed, "Okay, okay."
Before long, Mo Yang was wearing the jacket that had just been on the boy next to him.
Before leaving, Mo Yang turned back and looked at the boy one last time.
The boy's hunched figure disappeared down the corridor.
Mo Yang still savored the youthful innocence of her appearance the whole way.
Inside the meeting room.
"His sudden arrival may not be a good thing for us," a man with a silver badge and wheat ears on his police cap said righteously.
"Commander Sun is right. We are currently in the critical stage of dealing with alien technology. If any situation becomes uncontrollable, all our efforts will be in vain."
“Country X is already eager to make its move. If Country X gains the power to surpass our speed first, the safety of our entire country and our century-old foundation will be destroyed in an instant.”
"We can't let this rumor spread any further in the media; we have to stop it immediately," the man said again.
"He's just an ordinary person who appeared by chance. If something really happens, it might be a good thing. Right now, we need a key force that can advance technological development, and Song Yize, if we make use of him, might just give us a boost before this unsolvable war." A middle-aged man in plain clothes sat in his seat, and when he finished speaking, he still had his hands clasped on the table as he looked at everyone present.
"All dangers are triggered under safe conditions; greed will destroy everything," the man in the police hat added.
“But if we don’t reach out to greed, how can we have the motivation to break through everything, eliminate obstacles, and win?” the middle-aged man retorted.
"We are now at a critical juncture, with our backs to the wall. Whether we repeat the mistakes of our predecessors and forever bow down to the evil forces of Country X, or whether we can stand tall and defeat Country X with overwhelming force, depends on this moment," the middle-aged man continued.
Everyone present was speechless.
Ultimately, a vote was taken.
Huang Zhongqian was appointed as the chief commander of Project 613, and he was responsible for all other personnel arrangements.
The voting results brought Huang Zhongqian some comfort.
The turmoil in my heart was reflected on my face. After being oppressed for so many years, the country is finally going to rise up and sing its praises.
Last time, Country X took the lead in establishing connections with extraterrestrial forces, which enabled their technological level to develop rapidly. This time, he will not allow Country X to continue to be arrogant.
Taking the lead in occupying the territory of other star systems is of paramount importance given the current national situation.
After the meeting, in Huang Zhongqian's office.
"Secretary, what do you think about Song Yize's situation..."
"To be honest, Song Yize might not choose to stand on our side. Fishing requires bait, and different fish require different bait. Song Yize, this flying fish from another world, of course needs to be caught with fine bait that he can't usually get."
"Understood."
"besides……"
Those who were about to leave came back.
"Place one of our people next to him to report on his situation at all times."
"knew."
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