Chapter 261 Leo Is Crazy?

"Is there a problem?" Leo asked with a frown.

Leo really didn't want to talk about it.

Since entering Jason's spaceship, he has been digesting the negative emotions during that time.

After coming back, I don't want to recall this memory again.

"Although I don't know how you did it, even if you can survive in space without eating or drinking, that period of time is a terrifying number."

"Don't worry, listen to me tell you." Coulson gently held down Leo, who was a little restless.

"Originally, there was an experimental activity to test the feeling of closing the small black room, and it was also to test the pressure limit of some prisoners."

"We first asked some students to voluntarily participate in the experiment. The process lasted for five days. We created a comparatively extreme sensory deprivation environment, sound insulation, translucent protective glasses, kapok gloves, etc., and let the students test."

"And in this state, it's very similar to space, if you can live without wearing a space suit."

"So, tell me the result, how many people passed."

Leo looked at Coulson and asked.

"No one passed, and despite the high pay, no one passed," Coulson said.

"Even students who end the experiment after eight hours will make mistakes when they do something simple and cannot concentrate."

"And after two days or more, the person begins to hallucinate, and after four days, the subject's hands tremble, cannot walk straight, has a slow response speed, and is sensitive to pain."

"It will take three full days to return to normal."

"So what? I don't have any of these symptoms." Leo said with a frown.

Coulson watched Leo slow down and continued.

"But when a person is in an environment that lacks or has only local sensory input, the human mind 'self' fills the sensory gap."

"The brain creates sensations on its own, alters sensations, draws from past memories, or invents needed sensations out of thin air, or hallucinations."

Leo couldn't help but remember how he felt when he twisted the metal,

Use models to recreate your own empty feeling.

"Anyone living in a situation like this is basically living in their own head, and the human mind has the ability to construct whatever is needed."

"Like seeing things in the dark, like colors, creatures, anything imaginable"

"A variety of sounds, calling, talking, singing, roaring, etc., were heard in an extremely quiet environment."

"Feeling cold or hot air, bugs crawling through, or smelling foul odors or fragrances."

Leo sat up straight and stared at Coulson, "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Smell is a very primitive sense, and it can often dig out memories and create new sensations." Coulson continued to say deeply.

"The mind of sensory deprivation expands further in any direction, possibly more intensely and worse."

"Then, perceptions of time and place become severely distorted in the dark, resulting in increasingly confused cognition, impaired brain function, and more frequent hallucinations."

"I don't, I have been practicing for a few months without any problems." Leo retorted to Coulson.

"The psychological state gives Rang a different feeling. You said, you felt helpless at the time."

"And this kind of extreme environment, sensory deprivation, and ultimately, paranoid schizophrenia, because only the hallucinations and inherent self-protection mechanisms that paranoid schizophrenia produces are best suited to this environment."

"I'm fine, I just didn't control my emotions a little bit."

Leo leaned back on the sofa, looked at Coulson and said.

"I also hope you don't, it's not good for anyone." Coulson sighed lightly, "I just analyzed your previous situation and didn't mean anything else."

"I know I know."

Leo's brows were slightly wrinkled again, his memory had begun to be vacant, and he had created many statues of people he knew in the last life in the universe.

Now I can't remember their appearance.

That kind of silence, as well as inexplicable auditory hallucinations and touch.

That's right, Coulson was right. At the end of those days, his brain's reaction speed slowed down. Even if he couldn't hear anything, he always felt something in his daze.

Leo's golden light and the energy of gems can make him live safely in the void of the universe, but the spiritual void is irreparable.

Simply, when it was not very serious, I ran into Jason's spaceship.

But at that time, it also took Leo a long time to barely recover.

During the month that he returned home, Leo experienced unprecedented insomnia, and he cherished the time he spent with his aunt and uncle and Peter even more.

Today, I learned that Chen Haoran, the key to Yanshou's desperate virus, has disappeared, and the guy in front of him still has a hint of sarcasm.

Leo only felt his brain heat up, and when he came back to his senses again, he was already leaning against the wall.

"Sorry, maybe it's because I haven't had a good rest recently. My memory is a little confusing, and that time still had some impact on me."

Leo stood up and shouted to the people who were peeking on the side, "By the way, Simmons, give me the location of that laboratory, I'll check it out myself first."

"Don't do that, Leo, you'd better rest now."

Coulson stopped Simmons, who handed over the position in his hand, and looked at Leo and said with some even.

"Your mood is a little unstable now, you go to rest first, Fizz, take Leo to rest, there are about five hours to Hong Kong."

Leo looked at Fitz who was walking in front of him, and the others who were looking at him, and sighed lightly, "Okay."

Follow Fitz to the guest room on the second floor of the plane.

After Leo left, Coulson's face became more cautious and a little ugly.

Ward and Simmons came to Coulson, and May came here after setting up the autopilot.

"Colson, what's the situation?"

"Leo's mood is a bit wrong. He is a little different from the one I know. I should report it to the director, but I don't have the method of single-linking Fury. I'm going to apply for permission. You are optimistic about Miles and Skye. Report the situation to me?"

Coulson left in a hurry, but Fitz and Simmons were at a loss. "What's going on?"

......

Under the guidance of Leina, Chen Haoran was completely immersed in the fantasy of Chi Yanxia.

A small amount of centipede medicine was injected, which lasted about a day.

When Chen Haoran shot again after the injection was successful, the small fire tornado in his hand had tripled in size.

It can even be thrown out directly, launching a fireball with a high temperature of several hundred degrees to a dozen meters away.

Chen Haoran looked at his powerful strength with some surprise, and trusted Leina even more.

Lena was outside the lab, talking to another woman, who was the centipede project scientist Mike rescued from the explosion in Los Angeles.