clown game

Chapter 16: The Battle for Memory Six

Suddenly, the figure stopped, as if he knew someone was watching him.

He turned his head, revealing a very disgusted face.Tilting his head curiously, he leaned under the monitor and stared at the camera.

When everyone saw this weird smiling face close to the screen, their hearts tightened inexplicably. Although everyone knew that this was impossible, there was a feeling that this person was staring at themselves through the monitor.

Mr. Zou looked at Chen Xiao on the screen with an extremely gloomy expression.

"It's him again!"

As early as in the mission in the orphanage, Mr. Zou had already felt something strange about Chen Xiao, but after carefully reading his medical records and files, he found that he was just a mental patient with a relatively complicated illness. In the world view shaped by countless weird and incomprehensible things, such a person is simply ordinary and cannot be more ordinary.

At this moment, Mr. Zou was staring at the ugly smiling face on the screen with completely incomprehensible eyes.

Even though all the information said that he was ordinary, how could this kid be ordinary?
"Report! The surveillance video of the D-level area has been analyzed!"

A staff member hurried over and handed over a document!
Mr. Zou waved his hand, indicating that he has no time to watch now.

"Say it directly!"

The staff member nodded and began to report what happened.

In fact, the entire "D-class containment area" is monitored in every corner, so everything from Chen Xiao walking out of the cell to now has been recorded.

As the staff reported, Mr. Zou's brows became more and more wrinkled.

"Then now, no one can get close to D-391?" Mr. Zou asked after listening to the report.

The staff member was obviously anxious, but he could only shake his head helplessly: "D-391's anomaly detection has reached level C, let alone approaching him now, as long as anyone enters a radius of ten meters from his location, immediately lose consciousness."

Speaking of this, the man added: "Moreover, this range is still gradually expanding!"

Mr. Zou cursed angrily in a low voice: "Damn it!"

Things have developed to this extent, not to say that this organization does not have the means to effectively deal with such emergencies, in fact, almost all items contained here will have corresponding "remedial measures".Such as hypnosis, such as sealing, such as immediate execution, what's more, as long as some dangerous items are out of control, the entire area where they are located will be destroyed immediately, even including the staff inside.

The organization has never been soft on such issues.

But this old man numbered "D-391" really has no "remedial measures" because he is too weak.Even if he does run out one day, any aunt in the street office can subdue him with a broom.

After talking about "remedial measures", let's talk about "abnormal level variation", and this is why this incident can make Mr. Zou helpless.

What does this "abnormal level variation" mean, probably. It's its literal meaning.It means that the abnormal level of a thing has suddenly changed! (nonsense) and the direction, span, degree of danger, etc. of the change are uncertain.You said that it is possible to change from D-level to S-level, and it is also possible to change from S-level to an ordinary item.

Then someone asked, why the abnormal level can be mutated, but there is no prevention against it?
The reason is very simple, the probability of this "abnormal level variation" is very small, how small is it?It's about as likely as you are to wake up early in the morning and find out you have a girlfriend.

Therefore, under such extremely small chances that are almost equal to none, it is impossible for this organization to prepare special "remedial measures!" for each item.

Taking a step back, even if you really want to be foolproof regardless of manpower, material resources, condemnation from your superiors, and contempt from colleagues around you.But the ghost knows in what direction these strange things will mutate.

In fact, explaining so much is just to explain that in the entire "D-class containment area", there is really nothing to do with this little old man!
At this time, another staff member finally brought over the "D-391" file.

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Item #: D-391
Containment Procedures:

1. D-391 (hereinafter referred to as "Target") is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber in Biological Research Area 15.The interior of the containment chamber has now been converted into a residential environment in which he has lived for many years in accordance with the requirements of "Target".

2. The "target" has been determined not to pose a threat, so there is no need for special "remedial measures" and guards.Daily necessities, such as tea, newspapers, etc., can be provided to the "target" with the consent of the guards.

3. This goal requires daily contact with a non-threatening healthy adult, hereinafter referred to as "feeding".

Description: "D-391" is a 58-year-old male of Asian descent. The appearance of the "target" is not surprising to other ordinary men of the same age (or slightly obese), suffering from diabetes and mild fatty liver.Its specificity is manifested in: most normal foods cannot give the "target" the feeling of fullness it deserves. After repeated verifications (see Appendix-1 for details), the only thing that can alleviate its hunger for the time being is human "memory".

After observation, when the "target" eats, the muscles of the mouth and cheeks can be stretched to a great extent, and the maximum can reach a circle with a radius of 20 cm.And in the second form, the target will put the entire head and neck of the "eaten" in the mouth and wrap it, and at the same time, make a sucking action.

In this state of the "eaten person", most of the memories will be lost at an extremely fast speed, and after the "eating" is over, they will be in a coma for at least 10 hours. After the "eaten person" wakes up, he will forget most of the memories after the age of 10 to 13. Such memories do not include normal cognition, habits that have been formed, and do not affect intelligence. (See Appendix-2 for details)

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Addendum-1:

Agent ███: In other words, these ordinary foods can provide the energy you need to live, and the "discomfort" you mentioned is actually the feeling of "hungry"!Right?
Target: No, this feeling is worse than being hungry. You know, when I’m hungry, it feels like it’s in my stomach, and my feeling is in my head. It keeps urging me to eat. Something, it's actually painful, and you can understand it as the feeling that you're holding back a pee, but you can't get it out anyway.

Agent ███: Uh. Well, that was painful.Next topic!You once said that although you cannot read these memories, you can taste that different memories have different tastes. Can you talk about it in detail?

Target: Uh, this is not clear, these tastes are not sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, so it’s hard to describe, just like if you don’t use the word “sour” to describe sour, then you basically can’t describe it, yes Bar.

Agent ███: Alright, can you tell me a little bit more about how you felt after eating the memory of a pigeon during the last experiment?

Subject appears annoyed, then retches several times, and refuses to cooperate.
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Addendum-2:

Agent ███: Hi, hello!

Eater: Hmm. (Looks dazed.)
Agent ███: Excuse me, what is your deepest memory right now?
The one being eaten: My sister and I had a snowball fight in the yard, but
Agent ███: Go ahead, don't hesitate.

The person who is eaten: Although this memory is like yesterday, but I have grown up, and I know that I should look like this when I grow up.

Agent ███: Can you tell me how you're feeling right now?

The one being eaten: (thinking hard). It seems like I have been jumping for more than ten years. Yesterday I was less than 1.5 meters away, but today I have a full beard.And I have obviously learned a lot, for example, I now know the daily limit algorithm of "Anke Securities", but I should have never touched this thing at all.

Next, there were still a few sheets left in this file, but Mr. Zou didn't want to read any more, he threw the file aside, and whispered to himself: "Those fallen guards and the "eaten" in the description are very similar. Like, that is to say, can "D-391" absorb memory directly within a certain range after being mutated?"

He looked up at the big screen. At this moment, Chen Xiao was sitting on the ground with his feet on the shoulders of a guard, desperately trying to pull his helmet off.

"Why doesn't this kid seem to be affected at all?" Mr. Zou thought to himself, "Because "D-391" doesn't absorb the memory of mental patients? After this matter is dealt with, we must study him carefully."

"When will the damn remote-control robot that can fire an anesthesia gun be delivered!!" Mr. Zou roared.

A staff member seemed very flustered, and stammered and replied: "There are still 20 minutes! But, but."

"Say it! Don't be verbose!" Mr. Zou's tone obviously told people that he was very angry at the moment.

"Not far from room D-391 is D-416. This child has just been tamed. Well, you know, the range is about to be expanded!"

Mr. Zou patted his forehead very hard, and his lips were pursed tightly. He knew that the child code-named "D-416" who played with fire was very troublesome. If his memory was absorbed, he might cause some trouble. .

On the screen, with Chen Xiao's unremitting efforts, he finally pulled off the guard's anti-riot helmet, and happily put it on his head.

Mr. Zou looked at him and let out a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down.

"Connect to the communication in that corridor!" He said, although he was very reluctant to do so, but at this moment, this seemed to be the only way to solve this incident quickly.

Meanwhile, in the hallway of the D-class containment area.

Chen Xiao calmly fiddled with the shotgun in his hand
Suddenly, there was the sound of the microphone being connected in the corridor, and then, a voice came.

"Hi!"

Chen Xiao immediately recognized that it was Mr. Zou who was speaking, but he didn't care, and just started pulling down the guard's shoes again.

"To make a long story short, I want you," Mr. Zou said
"No!" Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiao interrupted him directly, then lifted the goggles on the explosion-proof helmet, and smiled at the surveillance camera on the side

"I reject!"

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(Let’s talk about my cover again. I did it myself. It took a full hour and a half. Isn’t it amazing! Hahaha, thank you Meitu Xiuxiu!)
(End of this chapter)