Reality, a workshop in an unknown province or city.
Wang Weijin, who was lying on the experimental table, woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he lowered his head slightly and hid his sight in the shadow of his face.
He quickly took a look around, then stood up and walked to the water maker next to the laboratory table to get a cup of water and brew a cup of 85℃ coffee.
This was his habitual action after completing each trial. After drinking this cup of coffee, he would review the entire trial, organize and classify the materials and experimental notes obtained in the trial, and continue his research.
He did everything in an orderly manner until his neighbor who also belonged to the "Truth" knocked on the thick wall of the workshop again and opened an eye through the small cat's eye in the wall.
That was a "communication device" that these two neighbors who did not trust each other completed together in order to communicate the "truth".
The small hole is slanted, enough to render certain ballistic weapons ineffective, and two pieces of explosion-proof laminated glass are arranged at both ends of the hole using the Tower of Physics technique. The foolproof seal is also enough to shield against smoke attacks from the opponent.
It was this narrow hole that became a channel for friendly communication between the two believers of the Truth. After each special trial, they would lean against the wall on their side and have an academic exchange for a while.
Of course, Wang Wei Jin usually discussed academic matters, but the female neighbor across the street, yes, a female neighbor, always seemed to have other ideas about him.
She always inquired about every aspect of Wang Wei Jin and seemed to want to integrate into his life, but the doctor remained unmoved.
And now, it is time for both sides to communicate.
A charming female voice came from the other side of the wall. Even though the voice had become a little buzzing and low after being distorted by the wall, just by looking at some of the tones, one could imagine what a hot lady the other side was.
Wang Wei Jin sat by the wall holding a cup of coffee. He knocked on the wall to indicate his arrival, and immediately new noises were heard next door.
"Drink your 75℃ coffee again? Mr. Wang, why are you so unchanging?"
Wang Weijin lowered his head and sneered slightly, but still replied calmly: "It is 85℃, which is a reasonable temperature that takes into account both quick dissolution and cooling time."
"I always feel that your [Truth] is wasted on life. Forget it, as long as you are happy, how about the trial?
It sounds like he has a lot of energy and can still do a lot. It seems that this trial is not difficult?"
Wang Weijin smiled again, but his tone was always surprisingly calm every time he answered the other party's questions.
"It's not too difficult. It's a trial of the [Truth] family. I happened to be in Tusnath and met the great scholar Serius who is good at slicing experiments."
"Oh?" The voice on the other end was obviously full of surprise. After a pause, the other end asked, "Cerius? How is it? Did you get his manuscript?"
"It's not that simple. I'm not even sure if the one I saw was a slice."
The other party was silent, and soon spoke again: "I am more proficient in this. Generally speaking, those who were in the earlier part of the experiment are slices, but those who were in the later part...because they gradually awakened their consciousness and felt that they could break away from the control of the main body, most of them can no longer be counted as slices. Do you think I am right?"
Wang Weijin's smile disappeared, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head even more.
“Yes and no.”
"Why, do you have any other opinions?" Someone on the other side of the wall laughed, "Tell me, knowledge should be circulated."
“I’m right because the current status of slicing is mostly like this. Overall, your judgment is correct.
But that's not right because...even if some slices have their own consciousness, they may not want to do anything out of the ordinary. They just have their own will, but it will not cause any impact or loss to the normal experiment or the so-called main body. "
The next room fell silent again, and soon there was a burst of laughter.
"It seems that your trial this time is very exciting, Doctor. Tell me, if I were also sliced, what would I choose?"
Wang Weijin's eyes gleamed, and he said in a cold tone:
"I don't know about you, but I know myself. If I were Slice, I would probably be the second type."
"Really? Then I should be the first type."
The other side of the wall laughed again. Wang Weijin shook his head and said, "I should go review the situation. I have a lot of work to do today."
"Good luck Doctor, I'm growing fond of you."
Looking through the wall, a strange man who was both young and old was leaning against the corner. He raised a dead arm and touched his Adam's apple. Then he picked up a tablet and stared at Wang Weijin who was writing at his desk under the monitor, and he let out a terrifying "ho ho" laugh.
"Hehe...Smart people don't usually die so quickly."
As he spoke, the weirdo glanced forward and saw the body of a bespectacled doctor lying on the floor of his laboratory.
The weirdo threw away the tablet in his hand, put a golden playing card with a silent closed-eye mask printed on it into his pocket, and then found an experimental record and put a half-check mark behind a name called Wang Weijin again.
“There is still room for observation, so there is no rush to change.
Even consumables should be saved.”
After saying that, he moved his half-bloated, half-skinny body towards the other direction of the laboratory.
At this moment, next to this laboratory, Wang Weijin, who seemed to be reviewing the game, suddenly had a gleam in his eyes. He moved his chair back a little, and then used a pen as a blade to cut open his scarred chest. From the bloody chest, he slowly took out a... mask!
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