Chapter 23 Chapter 23 A Trip to Scotland

Aviation squadron leader Li De is guessing the purpose of their trip, he has long been accustomed to such half-knowledgeable missions.There are always some secret missions that must not be revealed, he thought.He is often ordered to send some people who are impossible to get together to places where it is impossible to go, and he is repeatedly told not to mention this mission to anyone. He recognized several people on this mission. Sir Edmund was a well-known celebrity throughout the country, but he seemed to be terminally ill. It was purely a will to survive, supporting his fragile body.The man with the fierce eagle's face was the lord's watchdog, and never left his side for a moment.The small medicine box he carried must have been filled with spare drugs such as stimulants.Why don't they bring a doctor?Captain Li De thought to himself, just in case, the situation of the old man is indeed not good.

He is also very familiar with people from other security bureaus.Colonel Müller was not as severe as usual, and his expression seemed very worried.He Shihan is more familiar with him because he often attends such secret missions.There is also a yellow-faced man who looks like a foreigner. What is he doing here? Captain Li De stepped forward and asked Colonel Muller, "Is everything going well? The car is ready." "How far is this trip?" "Seventeen miles, the road is not very good, but I have a few extra blankets." "Have you remembered your order? Repeat it, Captain Li De."

Li De followed orders, and Colonel Mueller nodded in satisfaction.After the car started, Li De looked at the dust it raised, and really didn't understand why these people would go through the desolate wilderness on this cold night to visit a hermit who lived in seclusion in an old castle, He Shihan He must know, but he won't say it.Go do your work! Driving carefully and steadily, the car finally walked onto a bluestone driveway and stopped in front of the porch.This is a tower-shaped building made of huge stones. Two lights have been lit next to the gate, and they will automatically turn on without ringing the bell.

A stern old woman in her sixties was standing at the door, and the driver helped the passengers out of the car. James and He Shihan jointly carried Lord Edmund up the stairs, and the old lady saluted him respectfully. "Good night, my lord. The master is waiting for you, and he knows you are coming. The room is ready, and the fire is lit." Another figure appeared in the hall, a woman in her fifties with a slender figure, described as still handsome, with long hair parted in the middle behind her head, revealing a slightly higher forehead, and her skin was light and healthy from frequent sunbathing. Brown.

"This is Miss Newman," said the previous maid. "Thank you, Jenny," said Miss Newman, "and please keep an eye on the fires in every bedroom." "Okay. I'll go take a look." Lord Edmund took her outstretched hand. "Good night, Miss Newman." "Good night, my lord. I hope this journey has not tired you." "I'm fine. This is Colonel Muller, Mr. Robinson, Sir James Sheriter, and Mr. He Shihan, from the Security Service." "I remember Mr. He Shihan, we met some years ago," said Miss Newman. "I haven't forgotten. At that time, you were Professor Xiuhan's secretary."

"I used to be an assistant in his laboratory, and then I became a secretary. Since he still needs it, I have continued to do it. He still needs a nurse. Maybe our place is relatively remote, so it doesn't last long. Now I am a nurse. Miss Alice, only came two days ago. I want her to stay around in case I need her." "Is Professor Hughham all right?" Colonel Muller asked. "Nothing serious," said Miss Newman, "but you should be prepared." "Can I ask first, is his mental and mental state still normal? Can he understand our words?" "Of course, he's only partially paralyzed, he can't speak very clearly, and he can't walk without help. As for his brain power, in my opinion, it may be better than before. Do you want to see him now, or take a rest first?"

"There is no need to rest," said Lord Edmund. "We have to trouble him urgently, so let us go now." She led the way down a corridor and opened the door to a room of about average size, with heavy drapes over the windows, pictures on the walls, and a huge record player in the corner. A tall man was sitting on a chair in front of the fireplace, his head was shaking slightly, as was his left hand.The right side of the face hangs loosely. This tall and strong man only has a skeleton left, but his forehead is still full, and the pair of deep eyes under the thick eyebrows still shine with the light of wisdom. He seems to be saying something , The voice is not weak, but not every word is very clear, his language ability is actually only partially damaged, and he can still understand his meaning after careful identification.

Lisa Newman stood beside him, looking at his lips so she could relay it if necessary. "Professor Hughham welcomes you all. He is very happy to see you. His hearing is still sound, and he can use my assistance for speech difficulties. If you have any questions—" "We will try to save time so as not to overwork the professor." The person in the chair nodded to show that he understood. "I believe you have received my letter?" said Colonel Muller. "Yes, the content is also very clear." A nurse opened the door softly and whispered, "Miss Newman, is there anything I can do or take?"

"Probably not a few days ago, thank you, Miss Alice, I hope you can wait in the living room by the corridor, maybe I will need you later." "Yes, I know." She closed the door gently and left. "Let's not waste time, I think, Mr. Xiuhan still has some contact with the outside world, such as recent developments in the scientific world?" Hughes shook his head from side to side.He said word for word: "I never touch science again." "What about other current events? Like the recent youth revolution, where a group of well-equipped youths are seizing all kinds of power?"

"Professor Hughham is very interested in current affairs—" A look of impatience flitted across the patient's dejected face. "He knows all that," Mr. Robinson put in abruptly. "There's no need to repeat it. Do you remember Admiral Bran?" He nodded again, with a hint of a smile on his lips. "Admiral Bran remembered a study you did long ago, a Plan B." Everyone saw a look of vigilance in his eyes. "Plan B?" said Miss Newman. "Mr. Robinson, you have indeed taken us far back in time." "You did too, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that's his plan." Miss Newman has become the spokesperson of Professor Xiu Han. "We can't use atomic weapons, or explosives, or gas, or chemical weapons against those young revolutionaries. But, your plan B, we can use." The silence was actually broken by Professor Xiu Han's weird voice. "He said yes," said Miss Newman, "that Plan B would break the impasse we're in—" The man in the chair turned eagerly and spoke another long stream to her. "He wanted me to explain it to you," said Miss Newman. "Plan B was a study he had done a long time ago, but he had long since abandoned it for personal reasons." "Is it because the plan failed?" "No, he didn't fail," Lisa Newman said. "We didn't fail. I was involved in this project. He gave up for a special reason. This project has actually succeeded, and his research direction is correct. Experiments have also proved that it is feasible." She turned to face Xiuhan, making various strange gestures with her fingers around her mouth and ears. "I asked him if he needed to explain Plan B in detail." "We'd love to hear it." "He wants to know where you got the information first." "We got it from an old friend of the Professor's," said Colonel Muller, "not Admiral Bran, who knows very little, but someone you yourself mentioned the plan to, Mattie. Lady Da Shackleton." Miss Newman watched his squirming lips, and a smile played around hers. "He said he thought Matilda had been dead for several years." "She is still alive and well. She suggested that we come to consult Professor Xiuhan." "Professor Xiuhan will tell you the key points you want to know, but he wants to warn you first, maybe these materials are just a bunch of useless things. All kinds of documents, formulas, and clinical experiment reports have been destroyed. However, in order to satisfy With the kindness from all of you who have come from afar, I will report to you on behalf of Professor Xiuhan the outline of Plan B. Of course, everyone is familiar with the gas tear gas bombs used by the police to suppress riots. After using this weapon, it will cause Uncontrollable tearing, stinging eyes, and constant nausea." "Plan B is something like that?" "No, it's completely different, but it can achieve the same purpose. The starting point for scientists to study it is based on a theory. Since human reactions and feelings can be changed by certain training or external stimuli (such as tear gas) Change, in the same way, may also change character. "People's character can be changed, as can be illustrated by a very small example: after taking aphrodisiacs, a person cannot control his sexual desire. There are also many drugs, gas or gland surgery, which can change People's energy, such as stimulating the thyroid gland can make people energetic. What Professor Xiuhan wants to tell you is: after a certain procedure—he will not explicitly say that it is a gas or adenoid refining drug—the finished product, It can change his outlook on life and his attitude towards others. "Let's not say that this person has bloodthirsty tendencies, or is mentally unhealthy and tends to be brutal. Through Plan B, he will change into 'another person', another person who is very different. He will become Got—there's only one word for it: kind and friendly. He'll want to help others, love comes naturally, and he'll shy away from violence that causes pain. Plan B can be practiced in public, can influence Thousands of them, if only we could manufacture them in large numbers, and successfully develop and design them." "How long will it last?" asked Colonel Muller. "Twenty-four hours? Or longer?" "You don't understand," said Miss Newman, "that it's permanent." "Permanent? Of course, your method is only to change a person's nature by changing a certain component of the person's body? And it can't make him return to his original state. Does its effect have to be permanent?" "Yes, at least at this stage. It turns out that it was purely a medical interest to cure some people who were hopelessly depressed. But it also has the same effect as riot suppression in demonstrations, riots. Professor Xiuhan also knows that it will not be limited to the hospital. We all believe that a certain part of the human body controls the ability of this person to feel happy, comfortable and healthy. Once you tamper with this part , that should be a fact that can never be changed.” "Great." Robinson's tone was not enthusiastic, but concerned. "Great, you really picked the right research object, it would be great if it could be realized, but—" "This is exactly what we need!" James Sherritter exclaimed excitedly. "Plan B," she said, "is not for sale or given as a gift. It has been destroyed." "You mean you can't?" Colonel Muller asked puzzled. "Yes, Mr. Xiuhan's answer is no. He thinks this is a violation—" The person on the chair made various strange gestures again, and made a gurgling sound in his throat. "He is afraid that the side effects of science will become unmanageable. The panacea will not always be the panacea. Penicillin has also killed people to save people. Organ transplants make people die unwillingly. The achievement of nuclear fission Carved on the stone tablet of the mass grave, industry has polluted the ecological environment of the entire earth, and he is afraid that science will bring catastrophe to mankind if it is in the hands of people who do not know good and evil, right and wrong." "However, this plan is friendly and beneficial to everyone!" Muller exclaimed anxiously. "Which invention's motivation is not the same? Originally, miracles that benefit mankind will have side effects, or even produce counter-effects, and the disasters they bring have already outweighed the original benefits. So he has decided to give up completely. He said," she picked up A note, after he nodded, began to read: "I am very satisfied with my life, and my invention, but I do not intend to put it into production, it must be completely destroyed, and I have done so, all The relevant documents have long since been reduced to ashes, and my answer is no." Professor Xiuhan struggled and said in a hoarse voice: "No one knows my method, and another assistant is also dead. You guys go away, I can't help you." "But your knowledge, your method can save the world!" The occupant of the chair let out a strange laugh, the self-mockery of a disabled person. "Save the world! What a beautiful term, isn't this the slogan of your powerful troops? Their hearts need violence, and they use hatred to save the world. That is their purpose and ideal. We can't give them some 'artificial happiness' ', that would not be true, and would have no meaning. Not only is it against nature," he said slowly, "it is also against the will of Heaven." Those last two words declared so clearly and forcefully come out. He moved his head slowly, looking around at the audience, as if pleading for their understanding, yet not daring to hope for anything. "I have the right to destroy what I create!" "I doubt it very much," Robinson said, "knowledge is knowledge, it is alive, like a baby, although his life was created by you, in fact he was only born through you, he has 100% power to claim his existence .” "Everyone has the right to their opinion, but it's the way it is and you'd better learn to accept it." "No." Robinson burst out these two words forcefully. Lisa Newman glared back at him angrily. "What do you mean 'no'?" Her eyes almost burst into flames.What a beautiful woman, Robinson thought, she may have loved Professor Xiuhan all his life.First as his assistant, then as a secretary, serving him wholeheartedly, taking care of him, dedicating her wisdom and the purest emotion. "Some things take a lifetime to learn before you understand," said Mr. Robinson. "I don't think I will live long, because my burden is too heavy!" He patted his stomach like a beer barrel, sighed, and continued He continued: "However, there are some things I already knew. In fact, Professor Xiuhan, you know that I am right, and you will admit that I am right, because you are a real person." "I said, you didn't destroy those files, did you? You couldn't, you just locked them up or hid them somewhere, probably not in this house. Let me guess, I Guess you must have put it in a safe, or a deposit box at the bank. Miss Newman knows where you put it, because you trust her, she is the only person in the world you trust." Xiuhan spoke, this time, his voice could almost be called articulate. "Who the hell are you? Dare to meddle in my business?" "I'm just a person who plays with money," Robinson said, "so I understand money and things developed from money. Human beings learn their skills and become habits, and they don't give up just because they want to. As long as you want, you can do it at any time. You can resume the research work you gave up in the early years. I don’t dare to say that you can surpass the original standard, but there should be no problem in reaching the original standard. Besides, your information is just hidden. Of course, you are already another paradise for us. " "Kindness and kindness are as dangerous as anything else. At best it can only make human beings less miserable, make them humbler, happier, and keep them from drugging themselves. But there is no progress in being content with the status quo, humble Young people live happily in their own caves forever. We are tantamount to exposing ourselves naked to the frost and cold, and we are always at the disadvantage of being beaten. Even a few people with strong resistance can realize after a period of time that they are being beaten. They can be forced to be kind and friendly, but at that point, they can no longer take off the coat of hypocrisy they unconsciously put on, their self-esteem has long been gone, and you have indeed changed him 'forever'." Colonel Muller said impatiently: "What the hell are you talking about?" Miss Newman said: "Don't pay attention to his crazy words, please accept Professor Xiuhan's refusal, he should have the right to deal with his own invention, you can't force him!" "No!" Lord Edmund spoke for the first time, "We will not force you or torture you, Robert, and we will not force you to tell where the documents are stored. You have the right to do what you think is right. Go ahead and do it, I promise." "Edmond?" Robert Xiuhan asked, his voice became unrecognizable again, his gestures changed rapidly, and Miss Newman quickly conveyed his intentions. "Edmond? Does he say you are really Lord Edmund?" Xiu Han spoke again, and then relayed by him. "Lord Edmund, he wanted to ask you, if you would pledge with all your heart that Plan B would be absolutely under administration," he said—"She paused, watching and listening carefully," he said , you are the only outsider he trusts, if this is really your request—” James Sherritter rose suddenly, and stood at Lord Edmund's side with lightning quickness. "Let me help you, my lord, you are sick, your complexion is really not very good, Newman team, please stand aside-I must be fast-I have his medicine, I know what to do what to do." He reached into his pocket and took out a syringe. "Unless an injection is given at once, it will be too late—" He had already taken Lord Edmund's hand, rolled up his sleeve, rubbed his thin muscles with his fingers, and took the needle it is good……. However, another person took action.He Shihan rushed over, pushed Colonel Muller aside, stretched out his hand to grab James, and twisted his right hand, which was clinging to the syringe, to the side.James struggled hard, but He Shihan was too strong, not to mention Colonel Muller was also catching up. "It is you, James Sherritter," said the colonel. "You are our mole, a dishonest protégé." Miss Newman had run to the door and flung it open.Shouting loudly: "Miss Nurse, come quickly, come quickly." The nurse came, and she glanced quickly at Xiuhan, who waved his hand and pointed to James, who was still struggling under the custody of He Shihan and Mueller, and her hand reached into the pocket of his uniform. Xiu Han stammered, "It's Edmond, he suffered a heart attack." "Look at his big-headed heart attack," Colonel Muller yelled, "This is obviously murder." He looked up, but was stunned. "You catch him," he said to He Shihan, and then he almost jumped across the room without looking back. "Mrs. Coleman? When did you go to nursing school? I lost track of you after you slipped away in Baltimore last time." Mili's hand was still in her pocket, but when it came out, there was a small automatic pistol.She glanced quickly at Hughes, but Colonel Muller blocked her, and Miss Newman stood in front of Hughes. James Sherritter suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Hit Edmund, Wanida, quick, hit Edmund." Her arms were raised quickly, and the muzzle sparked. James Sherritter said: "Good shot!" Lord Edmund, whose upbringing was classical, glared at James and said in a weak voice, "Jamie, is that you? Brutus? "Then his body softened and he slumped on the chair. Dr. Mai Zhaolan looked around the room, not quite sure what to do or say when he came back.The evening's experience was quite unusual for him. Lisa Newman puts down a glass by his seat. "Hot coffee!" she said. "You are indeed a rare woman." He took a sip gratefully. "I'd really like to know what's going on here, but I guess none of you will tell me, will you?" "Teach him—is he all right?" "Professor?" He looked at her anxious face kindly. "He's fine, if you want to know, I'd say he's even better." "I'm afraid of the fright—" "I'm fine," began Hewhan. "The shock was just the cure I needed, and I felt—how should I put it?—I felt alive again." He was surprised, too. Mai Zhaolan said to Lisa: "Listen to his voice, isn't he much stronger? The biggest public enemy of this kind of disease is psychological self-abandonment. What he really wants is to stand at the workbench one day and let His brain is stimulated again. The music is also very good. It keeps him calm and enjoys life gently. But he is essentially a great man with super intelligence. The activities of the mind are all of his life. If you don’t study anymore, he is like a useless person, slumped on a chair and suffers day by day. If you really want to help him, then help him start working again!" He nodded encouragingly at her, and she just looked at him suspiciously. "I think, Dr. McGonagall," said Colonel Muller, "that we should explain to you that although the Officials are required to keep a confidential secret, I will tell you, but Lord Edmund's death—" He hesitated. Go on, don't say any more. "It wasn't the bullet that killed him," said the doctor. "The cause of death was fright, and the same effect could have been achieved by the extract in the syringe—it was the young man—" "I opened it at the last second—" He Shihan said. "A tiger in sheep's clothing followed?" asked the doctor. "Yes, think of those seven faithful years, the son of Sir Alex's best friend." "That sort of thing happens a lot, and the lady—was in the gang?" "Yes, she got in with a false ID, and she's also wanted by the police for murder." "murder?" "Exactly, murdered her husband, American Ambassador Sam Coleman. She shot him dead on the steps of the embassy and then made up a story that a masked man did it." "Why did she have to get rid of him? Political or personal?" "Probably because he discovered some illegal activities in her, that's our guess." "I believe he was not only suspicious," said He Shihan, "but discovered that his embassy turned out to be a hornet's nest of espionage and intrigue, and that his wife was the mastermind of it. He didn't know what to do, a nice gentleman." , but it's a pity that she didn't move her mind fast enough - she got the upper hand. I still remember her performance at the memorial service, I really admire her!" "Remembrance—" Professor Xiuhan said. Everyone turned to him slightly puzzled. "It's not a good word, but I have to say, 'In memory,' Lisa, we're going to get back to work." "But, Robert—" "I feel like I've come back to life, otherwise you'd ask the doctor, should I still live my life lazily?" Lisa looked at the doctor questioningly. "If you slump on the chair again, you won't have many days to live, especially you who are easy to give up on yourself." "Probably only a doctor like you would persuade those who have been patrolling outside the door to continue working—" Xiu Han said with a very happy expression. The doctor laughed and stood up. "No mistake, I will prescribe some more medicine to help you." "I can't eat it." "You must eat. Lisa, you watch him." When he got to the door, the doctor asked Mueller: "One more thing, why did the police come so soon?" "Captain Li De remembered the order very clearly. We knew that Mrs. Keman must be nearby, but we didn't expect that she had already sneaked into the mansion." "Oh—I've got to go, believe what you're telling me is the truth? I'm sure I'll wake up in the middle of the night excited to experience things that only novels have: espionage, murder, spies , conspiracy, science..." The doctor is gone. The room was silent. Professor Hughham said slowly but clearly: "Return to work." Lisa's words were like ordinary women's scriptures: "You must be very careful, Robert." "No, don't be too careful, I don't have much time." He paused, and then said: "Remembering——" "What do you mean? You said it just now." "Remembrance? Yes, for Sir Edmund, he is really a martyr who died for his ideals." Xiuhan seemed to be buried in his own thoughts. "I have to find a way to find Gollit. He may be dead. It was a pleasure to do research with him back then, and you, Lisa. Get those things out of the bank." "Professor Gollitt is alive," Robinson said, "at the Baker Foundation in Texas." "What are you talking about?" Lisa asked. "Plan B, of course! As a tribute to Lord Edmund, he died for this plan, didn't he? No one should die in vain!"