Chapter 12 Chapter 11

Avoiding the sight of the dozen or so assistants walking back and forth beside the operating table, she sniffed it lightly, and felt a foul smell coming, but luckily it was just incontinence of urine. Anna straightened her upper body on the operating table, rubbing her wrists.Although I just woke up from a deep sleep, my mind is very clear, and I still have bursts of tingling in my wrists and ankles.Then, Anna combed the sweat-soaked hair sticking to her head. Looking back, there was a white helmet behind the pillow. Because it was supported by an arm, it seemed to be suspended in the air.Dozens of straight wires extend from the back of the helmet, connecting to various machines lined up on the wall.

Anna was wearing a dress-style loose pajamas, and inside the pajamas were absorbent paper underwear, that is, paper diapers.Anna felt her buttocks were cold, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly. Avoiding the sight of the dozen or so assistants walking back and forth beside the operating table, she sniffed it lightly, and felt a foul smell coming, but luckily it was just incontinence of urine.When she was "killed" by the enemy for the first time during training, she lost control of her bladder and bowels, vomited, and almost suffocated.Afterwards, an assistant told her that a large amount of vomit accumulated in the trachea, causing severe difficulty in breathing, and they were even prepared for surgical rescue.After a year of training, Anna's body and spirit have gradually adapted, and her physical response has been restrained, but the moment she was killed, she would always lose control of her urine, and she couldn't control it no matter what.

Anna thought of the enemy lying on the ground next to the water supply tower, holding a rifle, and even the orange light flashing from the muzzle.Ana closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her temples.At this time, a person without an accent asked her in English: "Do you have a headache?" Anna opened her eyes, and there was a man with a dark face standing beside the operating table.The man's hair was neatly combed, and the eyes behind the small frame were staring at Anna deeply.He is Dr. Suka, the son of an Indian-American father and a Japanese mother, and his voice is always magnetic.The assistants all called him Doctor, and Anna was used to this title.

"No, doctor, my head doesn't hurt. It's just that whenever I think of the moment of being killed, I always feel very depressed." "Of course. No one has experienced the feeling of being killed, and no one will experience it in the future." Anna slipped her fingers from her temples to her cheeks, her skin was dry.When Suka saw Anna's movements, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It's okay, you didn't cry." "First a little girl, second a boy." The resentment in the voice cannot be erased. "Oh, you can see clearly at a distance of more than 600 meters? Isn't the magnification of the rifle scope four times?"

Anna nodded.Suka crossed his arms and nodded a few times. "It can be seen from that distance that it is a boy, and it can be seen clearly in the real world." "Maybe." "I have been wearing glasses since the third grade of elementary school, so I am very envious of those who can see things with the naked eye. I can't believe they can see those things." "All of these can be practiced." "But you found out that the image was a boy. That's just me when I was six." "You should have said earlier." "The target is me when I was a child, will the treatment be different?"

"If I knew that was what the doctor looked like when he was a child, I wouldn't have shot you to death. I would have hit your fingers, wrists, ankles, and thighs in sequence..." "It's too much," Suka said with a look on his face. With a dumbfounding expression, "One more shot to the head at the end? Like treating members of the special forces." "No, I will let you live like this. I will watch your struggle through the observer." The doctor shook his head and raised his hand: "Okay, okay, I surrender. But what I sent is only the original image, and it's all up to your imagination. So the scene you saw just now can be said to be the joint work of the two of us. You still called me vulgar in the middle , it was you who scolded yourself."

"I know." "Then come to my room for post-analysis later. Want to prepare meals?" "No. Can I take a shower before then?" Anna held up her sweat-soaked hair, and she wasn't going to talk about incontinence. "Okay, then come to my room in twenty minutes." So Anna got off the operating table and walked into the shower room barefoot.After briefly disposing of the soiled diaper and taking a serious shower, Anna changed into a one-piece training suit and walked towards Suka's office.She didn't pay attention to the time, she estimated it was about twenty minutes.

Anna knocked on the door. "Please come in." After hearing Suka’s response, Anna walked in.Suka's room was next to the operating room where Anna had just woken up. There was a meeting table next to the entrance, and bookshelves were placed on both sides of the room.Further inside there is a huge desk with drawers on both sides and a laptop on it. Suka gestured to Anna for the chair in front of the desk and asked, "Please sit down, coffee or black tea?" "Black tea is fine." "Great, I just asked Shinoda to bring black tea and handmade jam. Just before the black tea is served, I want to look at today's data. Sorry, just wait a moment."

"understood." Anna sat cross-legged, with her hands on her knees.She looks to the right.There is a picture hanging on the wall at about forehead height. A wonderful hemisphere is drawn with a very simple sketch, and human eyes, nose, ears, hands and feet are drawn messily on the surface of the sphere. When Anna saw it for the first time, Suka told her it was a Homunculus.Use diagrams to show what each part of the human brain is feeling and what activities are going on. Anna looked at the painting, narrowed her eyes, countless people appeared in her mind, and then disappeared.There's Krichekow in it, and a woman standing by a wall, and a baby dead in a pram.

The black tea served was cold, and Suka was still typing on the keyboard, chanting words, showing no sign of starting analysis at all.Anna held the empty glass with both hands, still looking at the picture on the wall.Perhaps influenced by his Indian father, Suka's black tea is very delicious. "You seem to like this painting very much." Suka finally spoke, and Anna looked at him. "It's better to say that I like it than caring. It always makes me feel that there are countless others in my body." "What is the so-called self is a very difficult question. Whoever I am influenced by, maybe others may also be influenced by me. Of course, I don't have the brazenness to imagine who I can influence." Suka Also look at the painting.

"Homunculus means dwarf." This sentence made Anna have another association. A niece shot in a pram on a street corner in Sarajevo. Suka didn't realize what Anna was thinking, and continued, "The principle of human vision is very complicated. You don't really think there is a screen in your mind, do you?" "After the retina is sensitive to light, it will be divided into the first to fourth visual fields to process visual information. Finally, the temporal lobe and cortex will distinguish shapes and colors, and the parietal lobe and cortex will grasp the spatial position... This is roughly the principle." "Oh……" What Suka said she didn't understand at all, but she deliberately didn't ask questions.If asked, Suka would explain to her patiently and carefully, but that would only make her more confused. "So people thought that just by reversing the process, you could make people dream. That's where the research started." A snow-white and infinite space appeared in Anna's mind.She thought: what kind of dream is it? It is clearly a nightmare.In such a pure space, the mood cannot be calm.Suka looked at Anna's expression for a while, then raised her eyebrows, reached for the laptop next to her, and tapped a few times. "Although I am looking at the data in your training, I have no idea what kind of world you are seeing. What I can send to your brain is only approximate data." "The target is a child..." "Well, I think whoever has the guts to shoot a child can shoot anything. The projects I've been involved with started off with people who kept killing young girls and couldn't stop them, serial killers, happy Kind of like a murderer." "poison." "Yes," Suka frowned, "I don't like this simplistic naming very much, but it is the name given by the US government, so I can't play against it. The sponsor is the boss. I am in this project He's just a worthless little guy." It was also Krychekow who suggested that Anna meet Suka and tell her how to connect with Suka.According to Krychekow, Suka was the core leader of the project of the "poisonous" assassination group.Compared with Suka, Anna trusted Krychekow more.As a brain physiologist, Suka used children around ten years old as an experimental platform to conceive and realize the method of forming a dual personality.But his original interest was only in the human brain itself.The nightmarish installation arose from this idea.This device can put the experimenter into an artificial virtual environment.Ana, who lost her right hand and right eye, was able to become left-handed with a rifle for a year because of training in a virtual environment. Anna didn't know the epoch-making significance of this system that can directly send images to the brain, but she could imagine that this research would require a huge amount of money and a long time.Moreover, it is against ethics and morals to use living people as experimental subjects.Even if no one accuses him and keeps working hard, it will take decades or even hundreds of years for Suka alone to realize his vision.But Suka wanted to create the system in his lifetime. It is said that only one called the Syndicate is continuously providing funds for the drug scheme.They anticipated the commercial opportunities that new weapons would bring, bringing huge benefits.Naturally, they would not let the talent of Suka go, and Suka had no reason to refuse.Suka kept blinking. "I had to give up the poisonous project halfway. Because the idea at that time was too simple, I wanted to artificially create dual personalities, and they could switch between the two personalities. It's a pity that I can't continue to observe the children who have been transformed through the poisonous project. I don't know what kind of changes will happen to them. I'm afraid they themselves can't figure it out even more." Shaking his head, Suka picked up the black tea on the table and drank it down. "Forget it, that's all in the past, and the most important thing is the present. Whether it's the future or the past, it's not within reach. They're all illusory things. The so-called existence refers to the present, and it's just the present." A moment." Suka leaned forward. "Can you tell me in detail about the world you saw today? In the final analysis, people can only see what they want to see." Suka pointed to his head and said, "The so-called dream is when people see what they want to see." The things produced during the process of memory processing are almost like garbage. People’s brains can only reproduce what they have seen with their own eyes. The scene of street fighting seen during training. — “Could it be that what I want to see is the scenery of that city?” Kuroki hated his inability to sleep in the vehicle more and more.While looking at the scenery outside the car window, he kept rubbing his temples.The brain was throbbing with pain as if covered with a milky white mist.They left a country in Central America, flew from Ecuador to San Francisco, then flew to New York on an American domestic airliner, and then arrived at Narita Airport via Paris.After that, I took JR from the airport to Tokyo Station, and then got into a taxi.He has not been asleep.He elbowed Ye Yeshan who was sitting next to him.Ye Yeshan opened his eyes, straightened up with a wrinkled face, then stretched his waist and asked him, "Are you there?" "Soon." The taxi stopped at a corner of Jimbocho, Kanda, and Kuroki and Nonoyama got out of the car. Ye Yeshan looked around: "Is your store near here?" "Going somewhere else." On the surface, Kuroki is the owner of a second-hand bookstore, and the shop is on the second-hand book street in Kanda.The two walked side by side, and Noyeshan said with a smile: "In this day and age, bookstores specializing in poetry collections are not popular." When Noyeshan's personality had just been restored in a small town near the Mexican border, his tone of speech to Heimu Still the same as in the barracks, very polite.And the longer we get along, the more casual he becomes.Kuroki was thinking: Is this the result of his dual personalities eroding each other? "These days, bookstores are no longer popular. You are really nosy." Heimu's store only sells some poetry collections. "Where are you going?" "Don't talk, follow me and you will know." After walking for a while, Kuroki stopped in front of a shop.Ye Yeshan looked up at the signboard and sighed: "Hey, there is a gun shop in Kanda?" "This is a time-honored store, so don't say anything after entering. I've known the owner here for a long time. Of course, he only knows that I'm the owner of the bookstore." "Yes." Two people walked into the store.Behind the glass cabinet, a shopkeeper wearing half-moon presbyopic glasses sat reading a newspaper when he saw someone come in and stood up.The shopkeeper's head is almost completely bald, with only a few weak white hairs left. Kuroki walked to the glass cabinet: "It's almost time for the goods to arrive." "You are still impatient. I haven't seen you for a while, and you can't even say hello?" "You look healthy, isn't that good?" The shopkeeper walked into the shop shaking his head, and came out immediately, holding a long and thin cardboard box in both hands. "Seeing that you are a regular customer, let me say something ugly, has your business made so much money?" "I'm particularly willing to spend money on hobbies." "Is this a special product sent directly from Remington? Even an ordinary M700 is worth a lot of money." "It's just a heavy-duty barrel, not an exaggerated special rifle." On the cardboard box placed on the glass cabinet, the Remington company logo is printed.