I'm not sick! So do my other personalities!

Hearing this, Zhou Zhen nodded immediately without hesitation: I'm ready!

The next moment, Captain Lu held down Zhou Zhen's shoulder and inserted a needle into the artery in his shoulder and neck!

The intense pain, as if a steel bar was forcibly drilled into the body, came instantly.

Zhou Zhen's muscles all over his body contracted suddenly, his fists clenched unconsciously, and the veins on his forehead and arms bulged.

His eyes widened, and he looked up at the roof of the car in pain. His whole body was twitching continuously, and his limbs were spasmodic.

With the injection of memory fluid, Zhou Zhen's pain reached its extreme, and his pupils began to dilate. In his field of vision, the original car roof gradually shook, enlarged, and faded...

The roof of the car seemed to turn into countless tiny pixels, which were neatly distributed in a vast ocean of blankness. Soon, each pixel continued to enlarge and enlarge... and finally revealed its true face, which was a dense collection of numbers, formulas, symbol……

These numbers, formulas, symbols... are boundless, like the turbulent sea surface, and they are combined between ups and downs to form strange memories...

In his memory, he saw himself standing on a ring, with spotlights shooting down from all directions. In the darkness around him, countless noises were surging. He used a fake move to attract his opponent to make a mistake, and punched the opponent's jaw hard, causing the opponent to stagger. He fell down and was unable to get up. The crowd was counting down with the referee, and then congratulated him crazily for his victory;

He saw again that he was wearing a gray T-shirt covered with dust and dark green fitness trousers, holding a pistol in each of his calloused hands. While running in the cramped space, he turned around from time to time and fired his bow left and right. He fired repeatedly at the many pursuers behind him, and each gunshot would take away one of the pursuers. Even when he was galloping and in various obstacles, he hit the target with incomparable accuracy;

He then saw that he was disguised as a trembling old man in his seventies or eighties, passing by a group of well-dressed people in a narrow corridor. When he walked behind the group of people, he suddenly Turning around, the dagger hidden under his wrist was swung out like lightning. The sharp blade was as light as wind and rain, like a nimble fish swimming in the night, jumping in the shadow of the entire corridor.

Poof!

When the dagger slit the throat of the last person, the other person finally pulled out the pistol from his waist. However, the pistol and the hot blood fell to the ground at the same time. When the bodies fell with a muffled sound, he had quietly gone away...

He also saw that he was sitting casually in the driver's seat of a flying car, pressing the steering wheel with one hand. The co-pilot was a young girl with a hot figure and gorgeous makeup. The scenery outside the window was going crazy at a lightning speed. Backing up, the roar of the engine shook the night sky. Amidst the deafening music, he controlled the speeding car to shuttle dexterously through the dense woods and quickly circle among the tall buildings. The speed never slowed down at all. In the end, amid the laughter and curses and countless In the scream of the girl, she crossed the finish line and set off a new round of carnival;

He also saw that he was quickly shuttled through the bloody camp, treating the injuries of the wounded who were constantly brought in, using various medicines, equipment, tools... It seemed that every action had been practiced thousands of times. It's so familiar that it flows without thinking.

He also saw that he was sitting alone in a spacious and secluded basement, with a keyboard in front of him, and large and small display screens floating far and near around him. The host was running crazily, buzzing one after another. Like electricity, complex codes are constantly inputted. At every moment, a waterfall-like data stream is brushed off some display screens.

Unfamiliar desktops flashed by one after another in an instant, and data after countless jumps flowed along the network and quietly poured into the storage of one of the hosts...

In these memories, he plays a different role each time, and these different roles begin to merge into his own memories.

Gradually, all those people and things seemed to have become his real experience...

The intense pain continued to intensify, Zhou Zhen's pupils shrank violently, bloodshot eyes were already covered with blood, and the sound of bah bah bah electricity filled his ears.

While he was confused, he suddenly heard a voice next to him: Captain Lu! His reaction is a bit severe, he needs to be injected with a [neutralizer] immediately!

I've already used one! The second one can't be used right away!

The signal interference is too serious! If this continues, we may fall out of the sky!

Hold on for a while longer, and the [neutralizer] has begun to take effect...

The sounds of the conversation seemed to get farther and farther away, until finally, all the sounds disappeared, and everything around them fell into darkness...

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Drowsily, Zhou Zhen opened his eyes and saw a familiar classroom.

The math teacher moved a chair with peeling back paint and sat on the podium, immersed in grading a pile of homework.

The students in the classroom all hold pens and are writing furiously. In the rustling of spring leaves, the sound of turning pages can be heard from time to time.

The surroundings were quiet and there was no other noise.

The bright incandescent lamp illuminated the entire room as bright as day, and it was dark outside the aluminum-framed window, and nothing could be seen.

This is...a self-study class?

Zhou Zhen rubbed his aching temples and immediately opened the homework book in front of him. There were ten math questions in the book. Under the first question, there were a few messy steps, but no answer was found.

There is a blank space under the other nine math questions.

Not knowing how long the self-study class would be, Zhou Zhen immediately started to do the questions.

However, he stared at the first question and couldn't understand what was written... The numbers on this math question were constantly changing!

Zhou Zhen didn't feel anything was wrong at all. His pen stopped at the bottom of the problem, trying to write down the steps to solve the problem, but he still didn't know what to do next.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly thought of something. He immediately looked at his deskmate and said in a very low voice: Brother Hao, lend me your homework to copy!

As he spoke, Zhou Zhen took advantage of the teacher's opportunity to correct his homework, quickly stretched his neck and looked at the homework book in front of him.

There are also ten math problems in the homework book of his deskmate, but just like him, only the first question has a few steps written down, and the other questions are all blank.

Zhou Zhen opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what the other party's first question was about, but soon discovered that the title of the other party's first question was much shorter than the description of his first question. This was not the same math question at all!

Zhou Zhen was suddenly a little surprised. This Brother Hao had been doing homework for a long time, but the result was the same as him, not even finishing a single question?

What's going on?

Just as I was thinking about it, the math teacher's voice suddenly came over: Zhou Zhen, what are you looking at?

Zhou Zhen immediately turned his head and saw that the math teacher who had just been grading homework on the podium had quietly stood beside his desk at some point, staring at him sternly.