split sky ride

Chapter 32 - The Gun Is Not Right

Dr. William Jackson clicked a few times on the display in front of him, and immediately saw the evaluation value, as well as a pentagonal chart and a comment.

"139 points, lawful and kind, sensitive, principled, upright, conservative, emotional, weak judgment..."

More than 100 random professional psychological assessment questions gave a thorough understanding of Chen Fei's personality traits and mental state.

"Emmmm..." Dr. William Jackson looked at the results hesitantly, his eyes flicked back and forth on the grid paper on Chen Feihe's desk, and tentatively asked, "Did you really write this composition?"

Chen Fei said with great certainty: "That's right, I wrote it."

At that time, the manuscript paper was in front of him, the pen was in his hand, and the handwriting was also his. There were a group of elementary school students around him, so it was impossible for someone to write it for him anyway.

"The composition is indeed very abnormal. It is obviously paranoid and anti-social personality, with the characteristics of schizophrenia, but your psychological test has no problems at all. You are completely normal and very healthy."

This time even the doctor couldn't understand it.

The psychological test questionnaire system that Dr. William Jackson asked Chen Fei to do is the most professional and widely used evaluation system in the industry. There are tens of thousands of questions in the question bank, which can automatically produce questionnaires. There are questionnaire models for different professional fields. The final evaluation result is not just as simple as adding and subtracting points for right and wrong, but also a deep-level behavioral awareness analysis. Each question is not independent, and there are linkage logic judgment rules hidden behind it. The final score is calculated according to a special calculation model.

So far, there have been very few cases of obvious misjudgment, which have only happened to people who have undergone professional training, and all of them are experts who are familiar with people's hearts.

Chen Fei looked at the black doctor who was scratching his head, and asked, "So, I'm still normal, right?"

"You are normal at present, but it..." William Jackson's eyes fell on the grid paper, and said: "But it is not normal!"

"It's a paradox."

Chen Fei shook his head, it was difficult to accept such a conclusion.

"Ugh! Let me think about it, let me think about it." Dr. William Jackson tried to scratch his head, but he suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "By the way, there is a new product recently, you can try it. "

He stood up, groped around the room for a while, found an exquisite cardboard box, took out a ring-shaped object from it, and handed it to Chen Fei.

"This thing is called the 'Ring of El'. It is a monitoring headband that can capture brainwave signals and mental power fluctuations. It can be fully charged for a week. You put it on your head and see how it feels."

Chen Fei weighed this slender white ring, which is very light in weight, and while trying to put it on his head, he jokingly said: "It feels like Monkey King's golden hoop in "Journey to the West". Jackson, are you sure you want to wear it?" Can I take it down again after going up?"

The "Ring of El" has a telescopic mechanism that can adapt to various head shapes, and several induction poles are tightly attached to Chen Fei's head.

"Ha, don't talk nonsense, how is it possible? You are not Sun Monkey, and you will be locked up by the magic spell when you wear it? You wear it first, and send it over to collect data every once in a while. Remember to charge it in time."

The black doctor laughed. Why did the newly launched high-tech products hook up with the classic "Journey to the West"? In fact, it is made into a golden hoop and put on the head. It is quite interesting to think about it.

"All right, let me try first."

Chen Fei tried to take off the "Ring of El" again, it was very easy, and there was no such unlucky lockup tragedy as Monkey Sun.

Dr. William Jackson asked, "Any other questions?"

Chen Fei, who was wearing the new equipment, shook his head, and his eyes fell on the table.

"No, then this piece of paper!"

"Leave me here first, I'll find an expert to show you."

The black doctor is going to keep the grid manuscript paper for the bottom file. The original has a certain reference value, and maybe he can analyze something from it.
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After leaving the consultation room of the medical team, Chen Fei went back to the dormitory, put his backpack and the "Ring of El" away, and then took a long object tied with a rope to the dining hall adjacent to the base cafeteria. Bistro "Color Contacts of Medusa".

After the night fell, the holographic projection signboard of "Medusa's Color Contact" was the most eye-catching place in the entire air base. Whenever the plane returning from a night flight, the first visual confirmation was not the runway, but the lights of the bar.

As the only entertainment venue in the base, in addition to the long bar that can provide all kinds of drinks, the bar also has a dance floor, a karaoke table, slot machines, billiards, a reading area, a tea room and a quiet room, suitable for both movement and stillness.

Chen Fei walked across the noisy dance floor, and found Major Chekov Leonidevich Ivanov, the squadron leader of the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron, who was surrounded by people amidst the bizarre lights and slow shaking of the saxophone. .

This big bear was gnashing its teeth and wrestling with someone's wrist, howling.

Boom!The arm-wrestling table shook for a while, and the bear-like Chekhov jumped up, beating his chest hard like a gorilla.

"┗|｀O′|┛哦~~KUMA!!!!"

After a full ten seconds of stalemate, he suddenly exerted strength and finally won in one fell swoop.

The resilience of this big bear is really terrifying.

The people on the side yelled together, most of them were pilots from the "Zhenxiang" squadron.

The man who accidentally lost to Chekov looked annoyed, pushed away from the crowd angrily, hid aside and drank dull wine.

The arm-wrestling table is littered with piles of cash, the spoils of the victor.

Chen Fei squeezed to the side of the jumping big bear and greeted loudly.

"Chekov!"

I don't know if I was overjoyed or drank too much, the big bear who smelled of alcohol replied incoherently: "Hey, rookie, call me 'Peanut Butter', look, 'Peanut Butter' Hercules is invincible in the world."

"Okay, I'll return your things, uh, forget it, I'll come back to you tomorrow."

Chen Fei was a little worried that the big bear was on top, and what he was carrying was not a toy.

"What is it? Is it my dear baby? Hahaha, bring it, let's shoot a few shots together, it belongs to a man, let's shoot it! Hahaha!"

As expected, the big bear was a bit over the top, and he couldn't help but snatch the tightly bound long strip from Chen Fei's hand.

With a slight tug of the carrot-thick fingers, it was like tearing off a chick's trousers, pulling the rope and bag apart.

"My baby, Emmmm...my gun!"

The big bear was about to show off his little treasure happily, but in the next second, the bear's eyes widened with disbelief, and then he let out an earth-shattering cry of grief.

Why, why is there a big hole in the gun frame, and the skylight is opened directly, and the hammer, firing pin and recoil spring can be clearly seen inside. Looking at other parts of the gun body, there are pits and dents all over. The brand new appearance has inexplicably turned into a doomsday wasteland style.

What about the original goods from the Izhefusko Armory Factory that was agreed? !

"Ahhh, rookie, what did you do to my little baby?"

If it weren't for the correct serial number stamp on the gun, he would definitely think that Chen Fei had dropped the bag.

"Pfft hahahaha, Chekhov, what happened to your little one? It must be someone's turn!"

"Did you ask someone to edit it? Wow, it looks more artistic!"

"Boss 'Peanutbutter', you're not going to have a problem with your gun? How did it happen?"

"It looks quite chic!"

It's not that no one suspects what Chen Fei has done. This old antique can be exploded, broken in two, or even simply wiped out. It is acceptable to people, but the appearance of such an industrial art style is really impressive. It's unbelievable.

"It, how did it become like this?"

Chen Fei was also a little stunned, unable to believe that the "broken gun" that Chekhov held in his hand was the AK-47 automatic rifle he had wrapped up before.

He remembered clearly that this AK-47 was fine when the other party stuffed it into his hand in the morning, even during the whole day, why did it become like this now.
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　Every day's recommendation tickets are all thrown over.

　　


(End of this chapter)