Chapter 1043 Snooping on Memory

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Just when Dr. mentioned the problem of brain slices.

The head nurse's scream came from the analysis room not far away.

When Han Dong arrived at the first time, he found that the head nurse's right arm had spiraled... However, he did not show "symptoms of infection", and it did not continue to spiral like the old man.

His expression, thinking, and physical signs were all normal, except for a simple twist of his right arm.

"Sure enough, it's against the alien demon? The head nurse belongs to a creature of destiny... There is no argument that there is a different magic core, and the material that causes the spiral cannot penetrate the core. 』

Han Dong immediately stepped forward and stabilized the head nurse.

The head nurse with a frightened face pointed to the solution in the conical flask, which was the brain slice solution that had been specially treated and diluted:

"Just when I accidentally got a drop on it, my right hand became like this.

Fortunately, the "Memory Diluent" has been produced, and it only needs to be fed into the body of a ghoul with healthy brain function, so that it can obtain part of the memory of the old man. "

"Ghouls can't do it, leave it to me."

Seeing that Han Dong took the solution, Dr. Swelling who followed was shocked and quickly stopped:

"Sir, do you want to drink by yourself?

This thing is too risky... Your talent tree and our alien demon's crystal nucleus are essentially the same type of substance, if similar symptoms occur, it will be troublesome"

"If the dilutions made from the brain slices of ordinary infected people can affect me, then this trip to London will definitely kill me.

Ordinary ghouls cannot afford it, and such precious clues cannot be wasted.

let me do it. "

The reason why Han Dong wanted to take a look at the old man's memory.

That is, when he found the twisted old man in the guest room, he said a word - "I failed".

It made Han Dong very concerned about what failed.

Han Dong suspected that the old man participated in a certain ceremony, and even took the initiative to approach the whirlpool, which led to such an end... The specific answer can only be found from memory.

The doctor scratched his brain and said seriously: "Okay... I will always monitor the status of adults.

At the same time, it will also help you integrate memory fragments, so that the memory can be read smoothly.

After all, this is the first time I have seen such a vortex-shaped brain, and it is very likely that the reading will fail. "

"it is good."

"Sir, hurry up and sleep."

"Go to sleep, where do you sleep?" Han Dong stared at the clump of brains on the ghoul's seat, not quite understanding what the doctor meant.

The swollen brain sags inward at the center, forming a groove that can accommodate Han Dong's body, similar in shape to the MRI machines commonly seen in movies.

Han Dong immediately lay down on his back and dragged his tentacles into the soft and warm grooves of his brain.

Not to mention, sleeping here is both soft and warm.

Gulugulu~ Diluent swallowed in one mouthful.

In the process of swallowing, it was obvious that the throat and esophagus had a certain spiral reaction, which was quickly adapted to the [Black Vortex Body], and Han Dong's body was normal.

The essence in the diluent, after being digested in the small intestine region, flows along the blood vessels into the brain.

On Dr. Swell's side, dozens of nerve synapses were also connected to the surface of Han Dong's brain, assisting in the sorting and structure of memory fragments.

With the joint efforts of the two brain powerhouses, the distorted, chaotic and disordered memory fragments were neatly arranged in my mind.

Han Dong's consciousness was immediately brought into a strange memory...

hum!

In a twinkling of an eye, the dark streets of the city of London corresponded in front of him.

The cold wind blows.

With the access of memory, the relevant information of the old man is also transmitted to Han Dong.

The old man's name is [Vogt Big Hand], and he has a palm slightly larger than other monsters, which also allowed him to successfully apply for a job in ore sorting when he was young.

In the world of alien demons, strength still speaks.

Vogt, who has always been just a new-born monster, has been working in a mining company for hundreds of years, and his work has not changed... He has long become the ultimate existence among social animals.

current.

He had just gotten off work at a mining company and was on his way home.

At an age like Vogt, there is no longer any possibility of growth, and the rest of his life is basically fixed, and he will work in a mining company until his death.

The fixed and rigid life pattern made him lose all enthusiasm for life.

Even if there has been a series of bizarre "vortex events" in the city of London recently, he doesn't seem to care.

In his opinion, if he was involved in the incident and died, he would get more attention, which would add some color to the end of the life that had already fallen into darkness.

It was also because of the whirlpool incident that the demand for ore was extremely high recently, and Vogt was working overtime until late at night again today... and he seemed extra unlucky.

Maybe it was because of his old age. When he was sorting ore, he was lost for a moment and rolled his little finger into a strange device.

Causes irreversible bending of the entire pinky finger (backwards and curls into a circle).

However, the company not only did not pay, but also scolded him for the delay in work... Such an unexpected situation also exacerbated his world-weariness.

Just as he was clutching his curled pinky finger and walking down his way home, he suddenly felt a hint of coolness... Only when he looked up did he find that the streets were empty in the middle of the night.

At the same time, the curled little finger seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, leading him to a dark alleyway.

The first glimpse of a black vortex.

Taking a closer look, a book seller appeared in the alley. On the stall in front of him were several old strange books with spiral patterns on their covers.

Between the gods.

Vogt was already standing in front of the book stand. Even if the book sellers didn't decrease in any way, he could faintly feel that the book in front of him might change the rest of his life.

"How do you sell this book?"

when he asked for the price.

The book seller protruded a deep spiral arm from under his sleeve, pointed at his pinky finger, and demanded 'bargain'.

As long as it can change the rest of Vogt's life, he is not afraid of death, just a little finger... Crack!

It was broken on the spot, and the "curly pinky" was handed over.

The book seller who got the curled fingers revealed a weird smile between his dark face (the corners of his mouth were curled 180°).

Vogt, who paid the 'fee', finally set his eyes on a dark curled book, and was about to leave with the book in his hand.

At this moment, the strange thing that Dr. Swollen feared happened.

Be reasonable.

As a memory reader, Han Dong is observing all this from the perspective of a [bystander].

Like a person reading a comic book, it is impossible for the characters in the book to notice the reader.

but……

Just as Vogt was about to leave.

The spiral arm suddenly rested on his shoulder, and a deep voice came from the swirling mouth:

"There is actually a third party... Who are you?"

Hearing this, Han Dong was shocked.

At a critical moment, Dr. Swell, who was monitoring everything from the outside, forcibly cut off the memory connection.

Han Dong, whose swollen brain was slowly removed, seemed to have just come out of the sauna, and his whole body exuded heat visible to the naked eye... The talent tree was not affected.

Horror and interest coexisted in Han Dong's eyes. "I'm just a bystander of memory... How could I notice my existence? What the hell is the guy behind the whirlpool?"