Ash Civilization

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen quickly followed Lu Jun's instructions and walked to the memory cabin, took off his shoes and lay down in it.

Click!

With a soft sound, Zhou Zhen, who was lying down, immediately felt that all the buckles he had just seen popped out, holding his body firmly in the groove. At the same time, the hatch cover slowly closed, blocking him. The view towards the outside world.

A subtle buzzing sound sounded, and the entire machine began to shake slowly and gently. The pipe hidden in the cabin quickly sprayed out a burst of light blue smoke.

The composition of this smoke was unknown, but it had a faint fragrance that quickly filled the entire cabin.

Smelling this unfamiliar scent, Zhou Zhen's head couldn't help but feel dizzy. He immediately knew that it was anesthetic gas...

Soon, his consciousness began to blur, and before he knew it, a series of once profound memories appeared in his mind...

He saw himself carrying a worn-out schoolbag, his head lowered, standing awkwardly outside a door. In his field of vision were half-short sleeves and trouser legs, and the backs of his hands that were all chapped. There were three hundred-yuan banknotes in his hand. However, the payment slip sandwiched under the banknotes clearly read a total of three hundred and forty-seven yuan. The toes of the old shoes that had cracks were paddling back and forth on the ground. After a long, long time, the cold winter wind seemed to blow into his bones, but he still could not muster the courage to open the door again and ask for the remaining forty-seven yuan;

He saw himself sitting in a dark classroom immersed in studying. Outside the window, the four seasons were changing, and classmates were playing and playing. All the excitement seemed to have nothing to do with him. Only the steady flow of study was like a stream, nourishing each year;

He saw that he was called to the office. The teacher's inquiry about the valuable jewelry lost by his classmates had not yet ended. His parents who had arrived after hearing the news had already pushed in the door. There was no comfort, no inquiry, and no maintenance. His father's slap was the first to fall. , followed closely by the mother's sad and angry cry, asking him why he was so inconsiderate and unfilial, adding to their heavy life pressure?

He saw himself standing in front of a girl wearing a pure white dress, and he mustered up the courage to put a confession letter that had been revised countless times into her hands. The next morning, he was in the corridor, listening to the girl's companion reading aloud the words he had carefully considered and poured out all his emotions as a boy. The laughter one after another echoed in the huge classroom...

He saw himself walking into a well-furnished study room to tutor his distant cousin in science. As he explained, the brightly dressed relative's expression gradually changed from casual to serious;

He saw himself standing in the hot kitchen, holding a half-broken kitchen knife at a loss. A cold light flashed in front of him. It was his cousin who was a doctor in the town who thrust a rare knife over and urged him not to waste it. Time, he quickly cut up the chicken that was about to be fried. For some reason, he took the lancet and suddenly felt certain in his heart, and quickly cut it towards the raw chicken... In the smoke and fire, he saw his uncle looking at him. Holding the chicken nugget, he gave him a thumbs up, then turned to tell other elders: The kid has really steady hands... He is a good candidate to study medicine.

He saw that he was holding the application form and nervously told his parents that he wanted to go to medical school. As soon as he said the words, the room was filled with silence. Then his father said with great difficulty: It takes five years to graduate from studying medicine...the tuition... His mother He added hesitantly: How about studying finance? I heard that you can make money in just four years...

He saw himself unemployed after graduation, walking down the street in despair, handing out flyers with a smile on his face, only to be thrown to the ground in a blink of an eye, as if he was being trampled by the indifference of the sea of ​​people just like him;

He saw himself standing in front of a trash can with a special sign. Inside the carefully opened packages, there were several blunt scalpels lying in the metal. They were cold and familiar, and his empty heart suddenly settled down.

He saw himself walking alone through the village in the city, walking through the midnight, walking through the alleys without lights, the shabby T-shirt exuding a strong smell of sweat, the heavy rain washing away every bit of temperature, the crowds hurriedly dispersed, and the shops were busy. After closing the door, he walked alone in the pouring rain, his vision was completely white, and he didn't know where to go...

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Soft light filled the whole room. Lu Jun stood in front of the console, staring intently at the screen in front of him. On the main screen, the background was dark, and the green progress bar was slowly growing: 70%...80%...90 %……97%……

Soon, the progress bar reached 100% and a prompt box popped up to inform that the matching was successful.

Below the prompt box, Zhou Zhen's information is listed...

[Digital ladder: the first step. 】

[Digital energy intensity: first order (medium). 】

[Pairing memory model: X type. 】

Looking at the content on the prompt box, Lu Jun was suddenly a little surprised. Zhou Zhen's digital energy was only weak when tested the day before yesterday, but now it has become medium?

But soon, Lu Jun’s attention focused on the [Memory Model]...

X-type memory should be related to medicine, surgery, etc.

strangeness!

There is no conflict between the compatibility of this type of memory and type A memory.

People who can transplant type X memories and transplant type A memories will not experience such big [mental rejection] under normal circumstances...

While thinking, Lu Jun didn't waste any time and immediately clicked OK. The panel jumped to the waiting state: Preparing, please wait...

The metal squares inlaid on the four walls suddenly lit up with a warning red light one by one. Only the square numbered X lit up with a white light.

At this time, the panel jump is completed, prompting: Please select the memory to be transplanted: X-01;X-02;X-03...

X represents [memory model]. The first number in the following number represents memory strength. Compatible persons of the first ladder can only withstand the two strengths of 0 and 1. The second number represents Memory capacity, the higher the number, the greater the memory capacity.

Lu Jun looked at these memory codes and hesitated.

If Zhou Zhen's digital energy intensity was still weak, he would definitely have chosen the X-01 set of memories, but now it is measured as medium. In theory, the other party should be able to accommodate more memories.

Choose X-03 or even X-13, and the other party will be able to bear it.

However, the other party's [mental rejection] reaction yesterday was too abnormal.

So after careful consideration, Lu Jun finally decided to choose a lower-level memory group...

So, Lu Jun clicked a few times on the operation panel, selected the X-02 group of memories, and then called up the memories of this mission in the system. After selecting them together, he pressed OK...

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Snapped!

Zhou Zhen pushed open the door of the rental house and turned on the incandescent light above his head.

The light was very bright, illuminating the entire room clearly.

This is a secondary bedroom of about ten square meters. In addition to a bed, a simple wardrobe and an old bamboo chair, there is also a suitcase placed beside the bed as a bedside table.

There was a box of leftover instant noodles on the suitcase, which now gave off an unpleasant smell, and there were two shirts on the floor that had not had time to be washed.

Zhou Zhen looked tired, threw the briefcase under his arm on the bed, sat down on the bamboo chair, raised his hand to rub his temples, picked up his phone, and skillfully opened his account.

Looking at the slightly increased balance, he became less bored with the touching rental house in front of him.

Working overtime day and night, in a few years, I will be able to collect the down payment...

He wants to buy the newly launched property in the water view community...

Just as he was thinking about the future, everything around him seemed to collapse like a sand tower, turning into dense numbers, formulas, symbols, geometric figures...

These numbers, formulas, symbols, and geometric figures quickly formed a new scene.

Zhou Zhen saw that he was standing in a well-equipped operating room, with the shadowless light above his head turned on. The patient in front of him had his eyes closed and was wearing an oxygen mask. The anesthesiologist, nurse, and assistant around him were reporting the situation in an orderly manner: Blood pressure...heartbeat...pulse...you can start the operation!

In just a trance, Zhou Zhen saw himself standing in front of the chopping board, using a small scalpel to quickly cut apart a complete pig head. The slender blade moved quickly along the texture of the muscles and bones, bringing... To his great pleasure, it didn't take long for the pig's head to be neatly cut and placed in various containers.

Zhou Zhen quickly heated up the oil in the pot and started cooking. Then, he used the scalpel as a tableware and ate skillfully... No matter what he did, he used the scalpel as a tool. This sharp metal blade gradually , like a part of his body...

Time was blurring, and Zhou Zhen saw again that he was hiding in a very dark basement. An emergency flashlight was the only light source. At this moment, the light source hit his abdomen. He was holding gauze in his mouth, half leaning against the corner. , is using a scalpel to cut open his stomach, trying to see clearly the internal organs and blood vessels, and performing surgery on himself...