harleyscars Chapter 204 Testing
Chapter 204 Testing
Chapter 204 Testing the Waters (Part 1)
When Wei Hongsi woke up, it was already bright outside the window.
He reached for his phone beside his pillow, glanced at the time—it wasn't even seven o'clock yet, usually he wouldn't be up by then for work. But he'd gone to bed early last night and felt he'd had enough sleep, so his mind cleared up quickly.
He stared at the ceiling, recalling the dream he had not long ago. Every scene was vivid in his mind, and he could clearly remember many details.
Clearly, that wasn't an ordinary dream, but a memory retrieved after exchanging for the recorder skill, which was then reinforced through REM sleep.
There were no scary scenes in the dream, so I didn't wake up this time and was able to sleep until I woke up on my own. The experience in the dream was not complicated and the amount of information was not large, so I did not feel mentally tired after waking up.
This is an obvious conclusion drawn from comparing it with the last time I exchanged for the whistle skill.
Then a question arose in his mind—why should the most crucial memory information related to skills be retrieved through dreams?
Since you can play musical instruments immediately after exchanging skills, and even tone-deafness can disappear instantly, wouldn't it be simpler to directly transfer or share related memories?
If the memory retrieved through dreams last time was the direct cause of the separation of the second personality, and the psychological trauma from childhood, then transferring and transferring it through dreams can serve as a buffer, thus providing some protection for the brain and mind.
If the memories retrieved this time don't have the reasons mentioned above, why transfer them through this path?
Wei Hongsi couldn't help but recall that after witnessing the mentally ill man being hit by a car and killed, he had also had a dream in which he vaguely saw Uncle Zhang's appearance. Perhaps that was the first time he had transferred memories through a dream.
Therefore, it is not accidental that important memory information is transferred through dreams, but rather a mechanism.
If this hypothesis is true, it means that the subconscious firewall or other forms of restriction in one's brain still exist, and the previous judgment was somewhat too optimistic.
This dream memory transfer pattern is identical to their recent method of using Mu Jie's "id" consciousness to bypass the subconscious firewall in order to obtain his "master personality" narrative.
This led Wei Hongsi to another speculation.
The members of the Light Guide Society use totems and creeds as anchors of consciousness to piece together the fragments of consciousness that flood into the brain along with the memory, ensuring that the consciousness of the "main personality" will not be impacted and collapse. So the organization to which Uncle Zhang belongs should also have similar methods.
Wei Hongsi was unsure how many memories had been implanted into him, but the memory fragments of killing behind someone's back were already quite numerous. In order to effectively control the fragments of consciousness contained in those memory fragments, he would inevitably need a consciousness anchor point, which would serve a similar function to the totem and creed of the Light Guide Society.
Uncle Zhang said that it takes adulthood to gradually integrate those implanted memories, and the conditions involved probably include not only the level of physical and brain development, but also the factor of the anchor point of consciousness.
As for what the anchor point of consciousness set by Uncle Zhang is, there seems to be no other answer besides "the system".
However, the two are not equivalent. This anchor point of consciousness should be considered the prototype or core of the "system". The second personality modified and integrated it on the basis of the system before it appeared in front of us as the "system".
After thinking these things through, Wei Hongsi couldn't help but sigh, as if he could see a sharp sword hanging from the ceiling by horsehair.
Fortunately, so far the "system" has been running very stably, so there's no need to worry about that horsehair breaking off.
He rallied his spirits, got out of bed, and went to wash up.
After tidying up my personal hygiene and changing my clothes, I took out my backpack, put in a change of clothes, and then put my laptop and the book I was reading inside.
He decided to go home today and see Zhang Shuqiu.
Judging from the memories she's recovered, even if the girl doesn't know exactly what her father did, she must know something. She's deliberately acting foolish, as if she knows this will help her avoid being used as a guinea pig for memory implantation experiments.
Wei Hongsi packed his things, slung his bag over his shoulder, went downstairs, and drove to the company.
It was still quite early, so after arriving at the company, he first went to the cafeteria for breakfast, and then returned to his office to carefully review the day's work.
When everyone from the project team who had been working overtime arrived at nine o'clock, Wei Hongsi called a short meeting to discuss the key and difficult tasks and determine the implementation path.
These engineers had all participated in the integration and development of the GH0.1 device. With that foundation, it was relatively easier to develop the GH0.2.
After the short meeting, Wei Hongsi gave some instructions to the provisional laboratory director and coordinated with Feng Weixu to establish a working communication mechanism.
According to the work schedule, some tests will be conducted this afternoon, requiring joint efforts from both parties. Furthermore, Feng Weixu, as the main designer of this solution, can provide some remote assistance.
After arranging his work, Wei Hongsi returned to his office, booked a high-speed train ticket to Xicheng for noon, and then sent a message to his older brother to let him know.
Not long after, Wei Hongbo called him and asked, "Are you planning to go home for dinner first since you're coming back at this time?"
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Wei Hongsi said, "If possible, I plan to have lunch with Zhang Shuqiu at noon, chat with her, and then go home in the evening."
"You made plans with her?"
"I haven't made an appointment yet. I plan to tell her after I get on the train."
"Are you so sure she'd like to have dinner with you?"
"Let's give it a try. If she avoids me, then take me to her house to meet her this afternoon."
"Did you remember anything?"
"Having only a few childhood memories isn't very helpful. But I think she should know something."
"Shall I pick you up at noon?"
"No need, you go about your business. I'll let you know when I have news. We're back in Xicheng, how could I not find my way?"
"Alright, I'll leave you alone for now."
After finishing his phone call with his brother and handling some work matters, Wei Hongsi left the company around 10:00 AM and called a ride-hailing service to go to the train station.
Yuecheng has a well-developed high-speed rail network and many train stations. He went to the high-speed rail station located in the west of the main urban area. There was a lot of traffic on the road, and it took him more than half an hour to get there.
While waiting in the waiting room to board the train, Wei Hongsi sent a message to Zhang Shuqiu, inviting her to lunch.
Zhang Shuqiu quickly replied: "Have you returned to Xicheng?"
"On the way, we'll arrive around noon."
"oh."
After Zhang Shuqiu replied with this word, there was no further response.
When Wei Hongsi saw that the train he was on had started boarding, he put away his phone, took out his ID card, and entered the station.
He got on the bus, found a seat, and took out his phone to contact Zhang Shuqiu again. He saw that Zhang had sent him three restaurant addresses: one was a local restaurant, one was a Western restaurant, and the other was a hot pot restaurant.
The last message was: "Which one do you want to eat?"
Wei Hong thought for a moment and replied, "Let's have hot pot."
He chose this because he doesn't drink alcohol, and eating alone would take too long. Hot pot is the perfect meal to eat and chat at the same time.
Zhang Shuqiu: "Okay! What time will you arrive?"
Wei Hongsi: "Around 12:10."
After making the appointment, Wei Hongsi put away his phone, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and pondered how to talk to Zhang Shuqiu.
Judging from the recovered memories, this girl is clearly precocious and quite shrewd, not at all as naive as she appears.
When childhood friends meet, the most appropriate way to start is to reminisce about shared childhood fun. But Wei Hongsi doesn't have many things he can "remember," and the conversation will probably be over in just a few words.
Once the conversation turns to more significant topics, such as those after he was ten years old, he can't remember anything at all. Even if Zhang Shuqiu makes things up, he can't tell the difference between truth and falsehood, and it might even alert the other party to the problem.
Thinking about this, Wei Hongsi suddenly felt that choosing to eat hot pot was a bit hasty. Could he still change his mind and choose again?
As he was pondering his strategy, he felt his phone vibrate twice in his pocket.
Upon closer inspection, it was a photo sent by Zhang Shuqiu. The photo showed a table with a recessed area in the center, clearly a feature of a hot pot restaurant. There was a number on the near corner of the table, and she was pointing to it.
Wei Hongsi was quite surprised and sent a message asking, "Why did you go so early? I still have at least half an hour to go."
Zhang Shuqiu: "I'm here to reserve a seat. This restaurant is very popular, and if I come any later, there won't be any seats left."
Wei Hongsi thought to himself, "If there are no seats, I can just eat something else." But it was obviously too late to change his mind now, so he replied, "Then I'll try to be as quick as possible."
These words were really just a consolation. The train arrived in Xicheng on time, neither early nor late; the taxi ride to the hot pot restaurant was neither fast nor slow. The only time Wei Hongsi could gain was the distance from getting off the train to getting into the taxi.
This hot pot restaurant is doing very well. I don't know what's causing it, but people in Xicheng love hot pot so much.
Led by a waiter, Wei Hongsi arrived at the table Zhang Shuqiu had reserved. He took off his backpack and said, "Sorry I'm late."
"It's not late, it's two minutes earlier than you said," Zhang Shuqiu said with a smile, opening the lid of a bamboo basket next to her. "You can put your bag here, it won't smell like hot pot."
Wei Hongsi then put the backpack into the basket.
Looking at the table again, the dishes were already laid out, both meat and vegetables. The most eye-catching thing was the four bottles of ice-cold beer, and the large beer glasses in front of the two people were already full.
"Sorry, I don't drink beer."
"I know you don't drink, but can we make an exception today?"
Wei Hongsi frowned and said, "I can't hold my liquor, how about I just have a soft drink?"
Zhang Shuqiu pursed her lips: "You don't look like you're asking for a favor."
Wei Hongsi was somewhat surprised: "How did you know I needed something from you?"
Zhang Shuqiu smiled and tapped her temple with her finger: "Is it because of here?"
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