Demon change the world

Chapter 86 Nobel Prize Nominations
Yan Anqing's eyes fell on Zhou Yun behind the transparent isolation window.

Originally looking at the other party's profile, I thought it was mediocre, and there wasn't much to stand out about.

Now that I get close contact, I find that Zhou Yun's real person is much more colorful than the photos, with picturesque eyebrows and clean eyes.

Even in a state of semi-detention, he has not been abused, and he pays a lot of attention to his personal livelihood, clean and clean.

Impression points +1.

The middle-aged man with a square face was named Tang Zhenghao, and he was a senior clerk in the internal investigation department.

At this moment, he was standing beside Yan Anqing.

"This kid, at Xia Ning Polytechnic with that guy named Guo Yushuang..."

Speaking of this, Tang Zhenghao seemed to have chewed up some unfriendly words, paused for a second, and then continued: "...After the two of them died together, they were resurrected and stopped talking."

Yan Anqing nodded slightly.

Apparently, the matter of Guo Yushuang's murder for money has now come to light, and the "hate" between Zhou Yun and her has also begun to be used as a chatterbox for netizens.

"How did he talk to you?"

Yan Anqing asked with interest.

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Tang Zhenghao's eyes twitched with a serious expression.

Before he could answer, Zhou Yun on the opposite side of the transparent window took out a pen and a miniature writing board from his pocket, and scribbled down a few words.

[Communication like this. 】

Why did Zhou Yun do this?

No one can understand him.

Yan Anqing felt a little dumbfounded.

A long time ago, I once wrote a short story, in which there was a villain BOSS, and I did something similar——

Keep silent, listen and think, and seek the truth with your mouth shut.

After finding the true meaning of his life, he was finally willing to speak.

Since then, it has been completely reborn, like a new life.

"So, don't you find it troublesome?" Yan Anqing looked at him and asked.

Zhou Yun turned her face sideways and thought about this question for a while, then erased the original handwriting and wrote five words on the clipboard.

[I like to be alone. 】

Yan Anqing just smiled at this, noncommittal.

"Norwegian Forest" can be described as sharp in its evaluation of this situation.

"How can anyone like loneliness? It's just that they don't like disappointment."

Zhou Yun is a seemingly normal autistic patient.He lives in his own world, unwilling to contact other people, and unwilling to be understood.

He doesn't need the help of others, he can only walk out on his own.

There were still many questions to ask, but now, there is no need.

"It's fine if you don't give up on yourself."

Yan Anqing stood up and said to Tang Zhenghao who was beside him: "After the trial results come out, he will cooperate with you in your work, don't push too hard."

Tang Zhenghao remained silent, his facial muscles were stiff, and he just nodded slightly to express his approval.

Although in his opinion, Zhou Yun and Guo Huashuang were two daring criminals who bit dogs, but what happened to Zhou Yun was not within the scope of his functions.

It is up to the judge to decide whether this girl who looks like a woman is a criminal or not, and to what extent he needs to be sentenced.

If you are not in your position, you will not seek your job.

and……

The people above specially ordered them to try their best to meet Zhou Yun's reasonable requirements and not to be too harsh.

This can show attitude.

A few days ago, someone brought over Dr. Qu's new technology derivatives.

Electrode Cell Detector.

After testing, it was found that Zhou Yun's body was no different from that of ordinary people.

In other words, his resurrection after death originated from another mysterious force that cannot be detected by current technology.

As a staunch materialist, Tang Zhenghao does not believe in any underworld, nor does he believe that Buddhas and Bodhisattvas really exist.

But facts speak louder than words, no matter how unwilling he is to admit it, he is powerless to refute it in the face of iron facts.

He only hopes that one day in the future, science will develop to a new level and can perfectly explain all the current "unscientific" events.

Tang Zhenghao sighed like a defeated general: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Anyway, there haven't been any difficult projects recently, so it's good to come out for a walk."

Yan Anqing nodded, "Then...bye."

Turning around to leave the office, just less than 30 meters away, the phone rang suddenly.

"At dawn through the window, the sun shines on the West Bridge, and the clouds shake themselves."

"I think of the corners of your clothes that were swayed in the wind."

"Wood carvings are flowing gold, time is rippling, I sealed my pen seven years ago, because I spend my life only for you..."

Caller ID: Xie Zhe.

Yan Anqing frowned slightly, and quickly pressed the answer button, not letting the ringing continue.

Xie Zhe didn't count the time this time.

The guy's tone was a little weird: "There is a very important good news and a terrible bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Yan Anqing couldn't help laughing.

If he asked the bad news directly at this time, he would instantly kill the topic.

It is not an interesting choice to cooperate with other people's performances.

"Say the good news first."

Xie Zhe's voice seemed to contain a smile: "There is news from the Royal Karolinska Institute in Sweden that you have a place in the list of nominees for the Nobel Prize in Medicine or Biology."

Hearing this, Yan Anqing raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm tone, "Is this considered good news?"

He never had any sense of expectation for the Nobel Prize.

Moreover, even if you are nominated, you may not necessarily be the final winner.

What impressed Yan Anqing most about the Nobel Prize in Medicine or Biology was its dark history.

As we all know, the brain is divided into left and right hemispheres, and each hemisphere is divided into four lobes.

The frontal lobe is the largest of these, accounting for about one-third of its volume.

After this area is cut off, the subject will lose many functions - including the inherent personality traits of the individual, and become a stereotyped emotionless person.

Such an existence is almost like a walking dead. Compared with normal people, the only thing they have in common is that they can still breathe.

The original zombie-themed texts and comics borrowed from frontal lobotomy surgery.

Ironically, Moniz, the founder of this extremely anti-human surgery, won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in the late 40s.

Even, because of the blessing of the Nobel Prize honor, this operation has been widely used for a long time to treat mentally ill patients who "do not listen to management" and children who are considered to be suffering from "hyperactivity disorder".

Compared with the Nobel laureate Moniz, Professor Yang, the thunderbolt king in China, seems to be soft-hearted in an instant.

Of course, Yan Anqing thought to herself, she has no right to despise others.

In terms of cruelty, Moniz is nothing compared to him.

There have been thousands of cases of unilateral body modification without the consent of the experimental subjects, or even without informing the experimental subjects.

In the future, this number will inevitably be multiplied by ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, and ten thousand times!
Rejuvenation, Juli, all-round improvement of physical fitness...

Control fire, control thunder, agility, low-altitude gliding without equipment...

No matter what kind of benefits one's experimental subjects get from it, at least the essence of this behavior is just a living body modification operation that violates universal values ​​and moral concepts.

Xie Zhe's news gave Yan Anqing an idea that would make people laugh out loud if he said it now.

"A few years later, can I set an absolutely transparent and fair award?"

"Instead of the Nobel Prize, and even further..."

Ability and location jointly determine a person's way of thinking.

Now Yan Anqing does not think that being nominated for the Nobel Prize is something to be proud of.

On the other end of the phone, Xie Zhe didn't expect his reaction at all. He acted like a computer whose program had crashed and was stuck in a dead state. He couldn't speak a word for a long time, and seemed to be trying to reorganize the language.

"So, what's the bad news?"

Yan Anqing asked.

　Wow, this chapter is extremely difficult to write!No matter how I change it, I am not satisfied... I hope there will be improvements in the future!effort!serious!

　　emm..._An update will drop after 12 hours...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)