Chapter 6 Chapter 3 Is he still alive?

When Zhou Qingzi came, the two of them had almost finished eating.After calling her to sit down, Ye Guangting added two more dishes.After being teased by Ye Guangting, the waiter became even more impatient, made a hasty note, turned around and left, most likely knowing that today's tip must be useless, so he broke the pot and threw it. Jiang Xia looked at Zhou Qingzi and compared with what she saw during the day.The girl in front of her was pale, but her eyes were much brighter than a few days ago, but it had nothing to do with the relaxed and happy expression on the subway during the day.The already small cheeks seemed to be thinner, and the chin became more pointed.

Looking at Qingzi's drooping eyelids and long eyelashes, Jiang Xia couldn't help feeling distressed.However, thinking of her whom he saw during the day, his heart felt like being stirred by cold water. Jiang Xia didn't know which Qingzi was the real one. Ye Guangting leaned against the back of the chair, put his hands flat on the table, looked at Zhou Qingzi and then at Jiang Xia, without saying a word. The male waiter threw up two dishes, sweet and sour pork ribs and scrambled eggs with chives, and put a bowl of chicken soup with bamboo fungus and loofah on the table. "Come on, let's eat with you again." Ye Guangting broke the silence, served soup for the three of them, and said to Zhou Qingzi with a smile, "The service here is now comparable to that of state-run restaurants in China. Come and have a drink first." The soup is shocking."

Zhou Qingzi nodded with a smile, carefully scooped up the soup with a spoon and smacked it into his mouth. "Qingzi, how are you doing these days? We all miss you." Jiang Xia asked with concern. "Thank you, I..." Zhou Qingzi was talking, when a girl flashed in from the side: "You are all here!" Everyone looked up, it was Yang Shan. Yang Shan pulled the chair and sat down, and said angrily: "Qingzi, just now I asked you to go out with me to relax and you didn't go, why did you come here?" Seeing Yang Shan's energy, Ye Guangting grabbed the words: "Where can you take someone? It's interesting to be with us, isn't it?" He patted Zhou Qingzi's arm with his hands.

"Are you interested?" Yang Shan refused to give up, and pointed at Ye Guangting and Jiang Xia, "Why don't you show up when people need you, but I stayed with her for three days at her house. Hey, add some tableware Well, I haven't eaten yet. Originally, I said I would come here to buy something to bring back to Meiren Zhou, but who would have thought that you would run wild as soon as I left!" Yang Shan pinched Zhou Qingzi's arm angrily: " Then I'll beat you up!" "You stayed with her for three days?" Jiang Xia asked. "No! Hehe, not all of them, but at least today is the whole day, huh?" Yang Shan signaled Zhou Qingzi to testify for her.

Zhou Qingzi touched Yang Shan's hand and smiled, "Yeah, she made me die of arguing this day." The word "death" that came out of the mouth still touched Qingzi's nerves, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she lowered her eyes . "Little heartless!" Yang Shan scolded with a smile. Ye Guangting frowned and looked at Jiang Xia.At a loss, Jiang Xia picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea.Could it be that Zhou Qingzi wasn't the one I saw on the subway today?Or, in fact, Zhou Qingzi had already seen me on the subway, so he asked Yang Shan to tell us this lie?Wouldn't it be worse if that was the case?Why did she do this?What is she trying to cover up?

"You didn't go out all day today?" "No." Yang Shan was really hungry, and she answered while eating, "I said this morning, let's go out and relax together. She said she wanted to stay at home, so she stayed at home with her. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it ...It's because you guys are saving face. Hey, why doesn't this dish have any spicy taste at all?" Ye Guangting rolled his eyes: "Why can't you calm down for a while, look at you, you have a lot to do!" Jiang Xia also laughed: "We are afraid that Qingzi will get angry if he eats something too spicy, so we will order you a spicy one?"

Yang Shan pouted and waved her hands. "Hey, miss, eat slowly so you don't choke, save some for Qingzi." Ye Guangting joked. "You care about me?" Yang Shan was unconvinced, but she put down her chopsticks and pursed her lips, "It's a bit exaggerated, isn't it, I'm really hungry. Hey, why do you always ask about Qingzi's whereabouts? Run to someone's house and chat with them." Jiang Xia put the teacup on the table, looking at the table and thinking.He paused for a moment, looked into Qingzi's eyes and said, "I saw a girl who looked very similar to you on the way to school today, and I thought it was you."

"Huh?" Qingzi put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at Jiang Xia with wide eyes and said, "Is it really similar?" Soon, she put away her surprise, picked up the bowl and took a mouthful of soup and rice in her mouth. "How is it possible? There is only one beautiful little beauty like our Qingzi in New York!" Yang Shan said with a smile. "That's right, one mountain cannot contain two tigers, unless there is one male and one female. Hahaha!" Ye Guangting teased Yang Shan so that the flowers trembled wildly.Jiang Xia also smiled, but still looked at Zhou Qingzi's profile, hoping to find something.Qingzi didn't smile, picked up the teacup and drank some water.

After a pause, Jiang Xia straightened his face. Since he had already asked the question out of his mouth, he planned to figure it out. "Don't interrupt, I'm serious, I really look like you. That's why I always asked you if you went out today." Jiang Xia pretended to fiddle with the plate and chopsticks, but her eyes kept wandering on Qingzi's face. Qingzi raised his face to look at Jiang Xia, his eyes flickered, and said, "I didn't go out during the day." After sending the two girls back to Qingzi's residence, Jiang Xia and Ye Guangting were in a daze on the subway home.

"What do you think?" Ye Guangting asked. "How about what? I don't think Qingzi is telling the truth." "Oh? How did you see that?" "It's just that her eyes always seem to be evasive. Maybe I'm preconceived." "I think you are too sensitive." Ye Guangting said while playing with his mobile phone, "Even if the person you see during the day is Qingzi, so what? The boyfriend died unexpectedly, and three days later he was with someone else again. The sky is just a bit skittish. She lied to you just because she didn't want you to think she was skittish, and that's all I think."

Jiang Xia shook her head: "Why did you say everything? Before you met Qingzi, you still said that you couldn't understand it. Didn't you see that her sweet appearance next to that man didn't change in just a few days?" bred." Ye Guangting turned his head to look at Jiang Xia, as if looking at an alien: "Don't be naive, okay, sweet expression? A woman can cultivate that expression in a minute!" "Ever since I saw Qingzi and Ding Xiwu in my dream, I have always felt weird. Then Ding Xiwu's death, then the mysterious disappearance of Jenques, and then what happened today. Do you think Isn't it strange?" "It's weird. The previous things are very strange, and today's things are generally strange. If you keep nagging about these dead ghosts, you will soon become Mrs. Xianglin." Ye Guangting continued to play with his mobile phone, still muttering in a low voice, "I think you are thinking that after Ding Xiwu's death, it will be your turn for Qing Zilun, but before you can make a move, you are robbed by someone else. You are very unbalanced." A drunken man came in through the door of another car, staggered past with his head drooping, and opened the door to enter the next car. A few people in the car sat lazily. Jiang Xia stared at the ceiling of the carriage in a daze. Jiang Xia came to Schweil's office at 6:30 p.m. on Sunday as scheduled.It was getting darker and earlier, and there were not many people who came to work on weekends. By this time, most of them had returned home. Only a few miserable Chinese postdoctoral fellows were still busy in their respective laboratories.Jiang Xia didn't sleep well, as if she had a lot of dreams, but couldn't remember them all.The head is still dizzy, accompanied by bouts of migraine. The two came to the laboratory and opened two doors.Jiang Xia sat on the chair after filling out the instrument use registration form.Schweil connected the wires to Jiang Xia's head and body, and said, "Xia, it's the same as last time. I'm watching you outside. If you don't feel well, press this red button right away, understand?" Jiang Xia nodded, and turned on the monitor when Schwell went out.After the last video recording process, Jiang Xia can already skillfully operate the machine in front of him.Back home with Ye Guangting last night, the two of them chatted with him for a while before falling asleep, around two o'clock in the morning. He wanted to set the time at three o'clock first. Turning the time knob, the clutter on the monitor jumped a few times.He was terrified by the severe headache the first tune-up gave him, so he was extra careful this time.Jiang Xia slowly increased the signal strength.Nine o'clock in the evening was displayed on the screen.Jiang Xia used the large progress dial to adjust the time backwards, and suddenly a large swath of color flashed across the screen! Jiang Xia stopped and began to adjust the time backwards, while turning on the earphones. The image that floated away just now appeared!It is several color blocks of different sizes.Jiang Xia continuously enhanced the signal while finely adjusting the wavelength of the spectrum.The image became clearer and clearer, and he could see clearly that this was the scene of eating at Duoyi last night! In the center of the image is Ye Guangting across the table, and on the right are Zhou Qingzi and Yang Shan. This is interesting, it turns out that this machine not only records dreams, but also records what it sees!It's just not coherent, and the field of view is much wider, even the men and women sitting at the next table to the left of me can see clearly! Jiang Xia was secretly happy, this proved that the theory he casually said to the boss yesterday was probably correct.The human field of vision is obviously much larger than reflected in the mind.A lot of information is inadvertently recorded.According to what I invented yesterday: Many things or information can be "seen", but not all of them can be "seen".If the human brain could effectively use all the information stored in it, then today's civilization must be a different picture.Some people say that Einstein's brain is actually smaller than ordinary people, but his brain is covered with ridge-like lines and grooves, which greatly increases its surface area, allowing him to dig out more information than ordinary people... Maybe that's what it means?And the dream writing instrument developed by Schweil's laboratory can extract the information that enters the human brain, which is tantamount to a revolution! Jiang Xia pressed the record button after confirming that the picture on the screen was adjusted to the clearest.The screen moved, and there was an indistinct sound from the earphones, which was very mixed and chaotic.There seemed to be a lot of people talking, and the sound of cars outside.But the voice of himself and Ye Guangting is still the most prominent, and can be distinguished from many voices.Jiang Xia frowned, he didn't think the environment of this restaurant was so noisy at that time.He then understood that the ears are one of the sense organs just like the eyes, and naturally they can also receive a large amount of information from the outside world.The brain records all the external sounds received from the ears, but human beings only selectively "hear" a small part of them. Wanting to understand this, Jiang Xia leaned forward and watched intently.On the screen, a few people are chatting about idle time. The "camera" kept swaying, sometimes it was Zhou Qingzi in the center of the frame, and sometimes it was Ye Guangting.After a while, the picture unexpectedly got up and left the table to go to the men's bathroom. For the next minute or so, there was only a white urinal in the center of the picture.Jiang Xia was happy, he understood that he was the photographer, and the subject of the picture was naturally changing with what he saw with his eyes. It’s best not to let the boss see the toilet, Jiang Xia thought. When Jiang Xia returned to the dinner table, the men and women at the next table got up and prepared to leave after finishing their accounts.There is only a small window left on the left side of the picture, and the street outside the restaurant and the passing pedestrians and traffic can be seen.Ye Guangting turned his head sideways, with a drunken look on his face, staring at the woman next to him under Yang Shan's eyelids. Jiang Xia glanced at the screen, he was amazed by the wide field of vision.When you sit at the table and stare at the person opposite you, even the chandelier on the roof is in your eyes. Suddenly the screen trembled twice, then disappeared in a flash, leaving only clutter on the screen, and intermittent voices in the earphones, obscure and indistinguishable.Jiang Xia straightened up and adjusted the time backwards.Later, he saw several videos in the restaurant and on the subway, and he recorded them all. The image behind it is far less clear than before, and it seems completely illogical.Jiang Xia felt that what was recorded at this time should not be his memory but his dream.The picture shows a large room. In the dimness, a white light is weakly projected on the opposite wall from the crack of the door in the distance.The black ceiling seems to be very high, but it looks very oppressive, as if it will collapse at any time.The picture has been frozen in such a scene.Jiang Xia looked up at the time and was walking. He is familiar with this scene, he seems to have dreamed about it more than once.In this dream, everything around him was so huge, but he was pitifully small.It seemed that just about anything could press over, overwhelm him, and suffocate him.And every time I dream about these things, I feel very depressed, and I often wake up from this indescribable pain. Jiang Xia began to carefully observe his long-standing nightmare. He imagined a person sitting silently in this huge dark room without moving. Under the long hair, there are pale eyes or white teeth.Gradually, he felt the creeps, and it seemed that there was really a dark wind mixed with a strange smell, and he seemed to be being pulled inward by this black hole, without end.What made Jiang Xia feel even colder was why he was sitting in a big room like a zombie?Is he waiting for someone?Or was he tied there by someone and couldn't move?The self in the dream must have no expression on his face, maybe, maybe there is a weird smile on his face? Jiang Xia closed her eyes, took a long breath and sat up straight.It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he hadn't even blinked an eye just now, and the soreness was unbearable.He turned his head to look at Dr. Schweil who was looking in from the outer room, and then turned back to continue watching the screen.He no longer wanted to look at things that made him uncomfortable, and began to scan every corner of the screen, trying not to miss every detail.Maybe that Professor Jenquis will suddenly appear in some inconspicuous place, and Qingzi, Ding Xiwu... However, he didn't see anything, and the scene of the big house remained motionless for more than ten minutes before disappearing.Jiang Xia adjusted the time again, and to his surprise, the dream of this big house kept appearing intermittently, some long and some short, and recorded a total of seven paragraphs. "No wonder I slept so badly." Jiang Xia said to himself, took off the earphones, and rubbed his ears and head. Jiang Xia sat on the small sofa in the apartment with some disappointment, wearing the Senhai headphones that Ye Guangting praised so much, and the morning song part of "Spain Caprice" by Russian musician Korsakov was playing in it.The style of morning songs originally originated from Spain. Different from the elegant and quiet rural mornings that people imagine, Spanish morning songs are always ups and downs, as if they want to wake up the dawn loudly and prepare to start a new day full of vitality.What Jiang Xia listened to was a legendary recording made by the Spanish conductor Argenta at Kingsway Hall in London one year before his death.The brilliant and gorgeous orchestral music, distinct layers and Argenta's passionate interpretation always make Jiang Xia's blood boil.Whenever Jiang Xia feels a little lost, she always likes to listen to this disc.When the bouncing strings of the violin are jumping between the surging big band, he can always feel his suppressed but bound to explode enthusiasm. At the end of the song, Jiang Xia took off the earphones that looked like a hood and called Ye Guangting. Ye Gongzi and Yang Shan went to eat, and just got home, when they entered Jiang Xia's room, they still had a satisfied smile on their faces.He moved around looking for water to drink, and kept muttering: "I drank a lot today. Don't say that Yang Shan is a little girl who can drink movies. Where is she? From Chengdu Yaomeier, is it you? Hey, what do you think of this girl Yang Shan? Where is the water? You don’t have any water here?" Jiang Xia took a glass of water from the tap and handed it to him.Ye Guangting picked up the cup and looked at the light, tilted his neck and downed half a cup, continued to smack his mouth and muttered a few words. Jiang Xia glanced at Ye Guangting with a smile: "Stop messing around, kiss?" Ye Guangting grinned: "Just a little bit, just a little bit, hey, you're okay, you'll know me when I pout..." Ye Guangting tilted his neck and scratched his head, "Why are these words so familiar? No way That's not right... come on, let's talk about business, what do you want me for?" "Are you still in the mood to talk about business?" Jiang Xia pulled a chair in front of the table with a half-smile, "I recorded a few more dreams today, as well as images from our dinner yesterday. Take a look. Are you I sneaked glances at other girls in front of Yang Shan, I have all the records here!" "Yeah? Did you dream that we had dinner?" "According to the time, the clip of eating doesn't appear in a dream, it is a scene I saw, and it can also be recorded. According to my analysis, this instrument has many functions! As long as it is in my mind, whether it is a dream or a memory, Everything you see and hear is recorded!" "This is interesting, let's see." Ye Guangting pulled up a chair and sat at the table. Jiang Xia pressed the play button, and Ye Guangting moved closer to watch with wide-eyed eyes. "Is this what the human eye sees?" He drew a circle in the center of the screen with his hand and said excitedly, "What you said to me last time is that the human brain records all the information on the screen. But just such a small piece reflected in our consciousness? Just such a small piece? Interesting and interesting, how do you scientists think about these things?" Jiang Xia was very satisfied, she stood aside with her arms crossed and watched Ye Guangting admire her work. "Here is the ceiling light of the restaurant. The ceiling light is also taken in, high!" Ye Guangting said to himself with great interest, "Look at the table on your left, there is obviously no one outside the field of vision. It's clear, but it's not bad. It's a restaurant window... a hotel window... Oh, who's this? Stop! Stop!" Jiang Xia leaned over to stop the machine. "It's just this guy, I was looking at the window just now, you can go back and take a look." Jiang Xia turned back the time ten seconds and played it again, and the two of them stared at the window.Outside the window of the hotel, there were faint vehicles passing by and figures of some people coming and going.Suddenly, a human face flashed in from the window and carefully looked inside.Jiang Xia pressed the pause button. Jiang Xia and Ye Guangting looked at the unclear face for a while, and said in unison: "Ding Xiwu!" The surprise was no small matter.The two of them suddenly felt their limbs were cold and stiff, and their heads were buzzing, numb, and then shrunk into a ball.Ye Guangting, who has always been careless and careless about everything, also felt that the situation was too unexpected. This was the weirdest scene he had ever seen in his life.He stared at Jiang Xia, and Jiang Xia stared at the screen, frowning together, with layers of sweat dripping from his palms. After standing in a daze for a while, Ye Guangting first said: "Could it be that the image of Ding Xiwu in your mind was randomly put together? Didn't you say that the human brain's reaction to things is random?" He tried to give an explanation to this bizarre picture. Makes sense. Jiang Xia shook her head, her eyes never leaving the screen: "It's not impossible... However, judging from the quality of Ding Xiwu's image, it doesn't look like a random patchwork without logic." Jiang Xia adjusted the orientation of the computer screen, and then adjusted the contrast and sensitivity. "Isn't he just looking at me!" Ye Guangting listened in a cloud, looking at Jiang Xia and the screen for a while. Jiang Xia felt that there was a hot current pulsating in her temples.He would rather believe what Ye Guangting said, but based on his experience, this is unlikely.The first is the position where Ding Xiwu's head appeared, which happened to be in the frame of the window.And then there's the look in his eyes.If the information in the brain can be superimposed at will, how can it be so real?But if Ding Xiwu was really looking in from that window, wouldn't that be hell! "Don't tell me," Ye Guangting gradually regained his composure, took out the cigarette, and handed one to Jiang Xia, but he refused to take his eyes off the screen, "I felt something was wrong the day Ding Xiwu had an accident. I just can’t figure out what’s awkward. Now I’m thinking about it again, look, Ding Xiwu’s accident happened in Queens, how could he go to a hospital in Manhattan? Isn’t there a hospital near the place where the accident happened?” "Really." Jiang Xia sat on the bed and looked at Ye Guangting, "There is a hospital next to it, it seems to be pretty good." "May I call Qingzi and ask?" Ye Guangting took out his phone. "No, no." Jiang Xia hurriedly stopped him, "The matter has not been clarified yet, so it is easy to hurt Qingzi. I will talk to Schweil tomorrow, and if it is confirmed that Ding Xiwu's picture is real, let's talk about what to do." Ye Guangting nodded and murmured: "I hope it's not true, otherwise, this matter, this matter is really too mysterious." Jiang Xia flicked the cigarette ash, Huo Di lay down on the bed, and said to himself to the ceiling: "What's the situation? If these are true, why did Ding Xiwu fake his death? Also, he saw the fake one on the subway yesterday. Qingzi. Why do they all seem to be directed at me?" "Qingzi on the subway..." Ye Guangting murmured, "Did you see the man next to her clearly?" "No, I immediately covered my face when I saw Qingzi. I was afraid she would see me. I really didn't see that man clearly. I remember that he was tightly wrapped, but there seemed to be a beard around his mouth. You Doesn't it mean that the man is Ding Xiwu?" Ye Guangting didn't answer, and fiddled with Jiang Xia's computer. "I don't think this is possible." Jiang Xia continued, "They spent so much effort to create the illusion that Ding Xiwu was hit by a car, and then the two of them walked around the street holding hands the next day. ?" "What is this?" Ye Guangting asked suddenly. Jiang Xia lazily sat up from the bed, half of the cigarette ash fell on the bed, he wiped the bed sheet distractedly and then stood up and looked at the monitor.Ye Guangting was looking at the still picture of the dark room. "It's a dream." "I seem to have been to this place before." Ye Guangting looked at Jiang Xia with a serious face. Jiang Xia waved his hand, sucked the last puff of cigarette into his lungs forcefully, and extinguished the cigarette butt: "Please let me take it easy, don't make a fuss." Ye Guangting took a puff of cigarette, and also twisted the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Or maybe I dreamed about it too, anyway, this place looks familiar." Jiang Xia couldn't laugh or cry. Monday mornings in New York are always incredibly busy.People hurried to their destinations.Perhaps Jiang Xia was exhausted by what had happened in the past few days, and unexpectedly had a good night's sleep.I got up at 7:30, took the subway to school as usual after washing up.He listened to his iPod all the way, habitually looking carefully at the people around him.I don’t know when, most of the office workers and students in New York have white earphone cables floating on their chests, which look beautiful on all kinds of clothes.In this busy and noisy city, people would rather give their ears and mood to the Walkman in their waist or school bag. Stepping out of the subway, Jiang Xia came to a small breakfast car on the side of the road and ordered a French croissant with eggs and bacon and a small cup of coffee.The owner of the dining car is a Greek couple who have known Jiang Xia for a long time, and they warmly greeted each other with polite words such as good morning and weekend.At this time, he would politely take off the earphones and say hello to them, hand over two yuan and fifty cents, take the hot breakfast and say goodbye to the Greek couple, and then put on the earphones with difficulty.He felt that in this city, he should respect these New Yorkers who were as humble as himself and were busy making a living.Looking up at the tall buildings around him, Jiang Xia will always remember what Wang Qiming said: How many of them were built by good fucking people? He turned the corner and walked into the Columbia University medical building. Schwell was already waiting for him.The rigor and rigidity in German blood are fully reflected in this semi-old man.Above the desk is a very delicate wooden sign, engraved with "Work hard, enjoy yourself" in English.However, Jiang Xia never saw him take a day off.Adam was there, discussing things with Schwaer.Seeing Jiang Xia coming in, he packed up his things, stood up, nodded and left the office. "Hello, Xia!" Schweil was as energetic as usual. "Good morning!" Jiang Xia tried to respond with a bright smile, "Dr. Schwell, I watched our video several times last night, and I have a question." Schweil patted the chair next to him to signal him to sit down, and then tuned out yesterday's video on the computer. "As I said yesterday, our recorder seems to be able to record what we see in addition to dreams. Is there a way for us to distinguish between these two situations? I mean, rely on technology to accurately distinguish." Jiang Xiajian Schweil didn't respond, so he went on to say, "Is it possible that dreams and real things were mixed and recorded? If you can distinguish which part of a picture is a dream and which is real, it should be quite interesting." Schweil was still looking at Jiang Xia, and was not in a hurry to give an answer. He asked calmly, "Tell me first, why do you have such doubts?" Jiang Xia moved the chair forward, and began to look for Ding Xiwu's picture on the computer.He didn't hesitate, he had been thinking for a long time, and he needed Schweil's help to unravel the mysteries in his dreams. The picture freezes on the window of the restaurant facing the street.Jiang Xia pointed to Ding Xiwu's head and said to Schweil: "This is what I saw when I was having dinner on Saturday night, and this person died in a car accident a few days ago." "Oh?" Schwell became interested, leaned forward, and looked at Ding Xiwu's face carefully, "Did you see this person? Or..." "No, I didn't see him at the time, it was recorded by the recorder. So I wonder if there is a way to distinguish the dream image from the seen image. I doubt that the dream and the real scene will overlap when recording. " Schweil nodded, then shook his head again: "Or, two different memories will also appear superimposed, isn't it?" Jiang Xia thought for a while, then nodded slowly. Schweil went on to say: "Five years ago, we wanted to cooperate to develop a program that could distinguish dreams from real scenes based on the strobe of the screen. Or let's put it this way, our previous research results believe that the human brain is storing The information is divided into different areas. For example, the memory of going to dinner with your friends at night is recorded in a certain point in the left parietal lobe, then the memory of drinking coffee by yourself in the morning may be stored in other locations, maybe It’s a certain point in the lateral lobe of the right brain, um.” Schweil raised his hands high, pointing to different positions on his head, paused and continued, “The images guided by each part of the brain will be different. The stroboscopic flicker can be distinguished like human fingerprints. From this we can judge how many parts of memory a dream image is composed of." Jiang Xia took the instructor's words: "Then, if we analyze the difference between my dead friend's strobe and our meal strobe, can we tell whether the scenes in the same picture belong to the same memory? This The program is so useful!" Schweil shook his head regretfully, and said: "Because of financial reasons, this project stopped after only a small half. There is no technology that can tell you with certainty which part of the picture is real and which part is superimposed." It went in." Schweil paused, and then said: "It can only be based on feeling, most of the things that happen in life are still logical. If there is something that doesn't fit the whole picture, then that part may be a random fabrication of the human brain Yes. As far as your specific question is concerned, there is nothing special about this person’s eyes and his position and movements at the window. If you hadn’t told me that he was dead, I would have thought it was an ordinary passer-by outside the window. In other words, I don't think this person is a dream mixed in." This is consistent with Jiang Xia's analysis. I remember that when Jenquis appeared in his dream for the first time, his image could not be integrated into the whole scene at all. Very abrupt.Jenquis was probably added to the battle scene by Jiang Xia's brain. Seeing Jiang Xia nodding frequently, Schweil added: "Of course, as I said just now, I just analyze it based on my feelings, so I can't be sure. What's interesting is that at that time, the lab who cooperated with us to develop this program for distinguishing dreams and memories The big boss is Dr. Jenquis. Not long after the strobe project was stopped, he disappeared for no reason. He has no news so far, and then he appeared in your dream. It’s so interesting. Life...is always full of variables, why is it so strange? Everything can happen..." Schweil stood up with a smile, took a coffee cup and walked to the big bright window, looking at the George Washington Bridge bathed in morning light in the distance. Jiang Xia looked at Ding Xiwu's face on the monitor beside him, then turned his face to look at Schwell's back, not knowing what to say.Ding Xiwu, he had seen, was dead.Jenquis, whom he seemed to have seen somewhere, is also missing.The more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. Just like what he said to Ye Guangting, he felt that the life experiences of these two people were gradually getting involved with him. He didn't like this feeling. The phone vibrated in Jiang Xia's trouser pocket, he took it out and looked, it was Ye Guangting.This kid never calls at the wrong time.Jiang Xia put the phone back into her pocket, her eyes were fixed, and a sentence popped out of her mouth, "Can you tell me about Dr. Jenquis?" Schweil turned away and sipped his coffee. "Mark Jenquis! Oh, my God, what am I to say about you?" Schwell shook his head and sighed. "A genius. I rarely say that about a person, but he certainly impressed me. " Schweil walked over to the espresso pot and refilled some coffee in the cup, then walked slowly back to the window: "I have known him for twenty years. At that time, I was majoring in neuroscience at Harvard University. MIT majored in electrical engineering. I am German-American and he is American. We were not in the same school, but we were roommates for four years. According to your Chinese saying, it is fate. We lived in An old Russian lady's house on the banks of the Charles River. The United States, the Soviet Union, and Germany, three bad guys have lived under the same roof for three years, hahaha!" Schweil smiled heartily. "Thinking about that house now, I really miss it. It is more than a hundred years old, with red exterior walls and green window eaves. It is so beautiful! The old lady was alone, and she played a piece of piano every day after dinner. There is almost nothing in her home, but her Steinway piano has cost her most of her savings. This lonely old lady only lives in her music, the music for an hour after dinner every day. She even She rarely talked to us, and we didn’t even know what she used to do. We didn’t care so much, as long as there was a place for us to live in. We had no money at that time, and we were playful. The monthly rent was 50 yuan Sometimes I can’t afford it, and the landlord doesn’t force it, just play her piano every day. She doesn’t care about anything except music.” Schweil stopped, as if caught in a deep memory.After a while, he touched his head and smiled mischievously: "Why are you so far away?" Jiang Xia also smiled: "That's great, I like to listen." "At that time, Jenquis and I were discussing some academic things in the dormitory. He kept asking me about neuroscience, and I also found myself very interested in his major. Later, the two of us formed the Harvard University The MIT Neuroelectronics Club has been around for more than 30 years." "Is this club still there?" Jiang Xia asked with great interest. "Yes! Of course!" Schwell opened his eyes wide and was very proud. "Now there are more than 6,000 members! I have also organized my own academic journal, and I am still the honorary chairman!" Jiang Xia thinks Schwell is like a cute big kid sometimes. "After Jenques disappeared, our members all over the world actively joined the ranks of searching for him. However, none of our members are in China, and your dream has provided us with good clues!" Jiang Xia straightened her body and asked, "Did the idea of ​​recording dreams come from that time?" Schweil nodded: "It was his idea at first. We were really excited at that time. How interesting it would be if human beings could record their dreams! So we searched information and drew pictures together all day long. Drawings, and later I rented a laboratory, and really started to do experiments! But we did research for the sake of research, compared to Bill Gates and Steve Ballmer who entered Harvard a year earlier. , but it’s much worse.” Schweil smiled. Jiang Xia knew that Schweil was being modest.People who can do basic research in a down-to-earth manner are always the most worthy of respect.To become a world-renowned professor of neuroengineering, maybe even Gates would be envious. “当时我们的实验设备已经算是不错的了。我们遇到的难题就是对大脑储存信息的方法一无所知，连它是怎么存储信息的都不清楚我们怎么把信息提取出来、录制下来呢？我们也没办法找个人来打开脑袋做实验。如果是你，你怎么做？” 施韦尔不愧是位好老师，连在讲故事的时候也不忘启发学生。 江夏想了想，答道：“能不能想办法把脑子里的信息激发出来？” “不错！”施韦尔向着江夏举了举咖啡杯，表示赞同，“我们当时就是这么想的。但是怎么把编码了梦境信息的脑电波从大脑中激发出来呢？” 江夏摇摇头。 “声波！我们做了很多实验，发现声波的能量可以把脑电波激活，然后我们就可以从颅外将激发出来的脑电波记录下来进行研究了！” 江夏很是钦佩。这是用一种能量将另一种能量从脑子里打出来进行记录的方法。但这不会对人脑有损伤吗？ 施韦尔看出江夏的疑问，解释道：“今天我们给你用的记录仪已经不再用声波了。用声波来激发大脑中的脑电波确实不容易控制。后来我们就转而使用现在这种方法了。更有效、更准确、更安全。” “大学即将毕业的时候，我们的实验取得了重大的进展，积累了很多数据。为了进一步开展研究，我进入了哈佛大学医学院读神经医学博士，可是他却停止了继续念书。” “哦？”江夏以为这些名校的大教授都是一路学出来的。 施韦尔点点头：“他父亲那时候突然病重，詹奎斯选择了回到老家陪他的父亲。虽然我们没能一起继续我们的研究，但我还是很钦佩他。要知道，在自己的事业和家人之间能够选择后者的男人都是值得钦佩的！他家在俄亥俄州的一个小镇，并不富裕。那些年我们一直有联系，他在照顾自己父亲的同时并没有放弃自己的理想，也一直在潜心研究如何让记录梦境成为现实，并在自己家里建起了简陋的实验室。他的坚韧和执着是我佩服他的第二个原因。他教会我很多东西，包括我们现在用的很多技术。” “那么他什么时候又去了麻省理工？”江夏问。 “一九九七年的一月份，”施韦尔拉过椅子坐下，“他被麻省理工聘为教授，那年他还不到四十岁。在麻省理工这样的学校，一个没有博士学位的人，没有经过助理教授和副教授而直接被聘为正教授简直不可想象。那一年我还只是哥伦比亚大学的助理教授而已。詹奎斯完全是靠在老家的那些年自己研究出的一套理论和系统而获得了麻省理工的赏识。你有没有听说过在自家后院的实验室里搞研究，然后将成果发表在《自然》和《科学》杂志上的？署名作者只有一个人？通讯地址是俄亥俄州一小城镇的什么什么路。哈哈哈，这个老东西……亏他想得出来！那些杂志也竟然就认可了！” 施韦尔眼中泛着泪光，笑得苦涩。 “那一年六月份的时候，我们几个老朋友都从世界各地赶到波士顿去为他庆祝。哦，我们还在查尔斯河边看你们中国的龙船比赛来着。” 江夏高兴地点点头。 施韦尔却摇摇头：“只可惜两年前和他见了最后一面之后就……他真是个传奇人物……” 江夏也收敛起微笑，静静听着，为詹奎斯担忧。 “他从上大学时就总是说要去西班牙度假。不知道为什么他对西班牙似乎有一种不可割舍的情结，总向往着有一天能够踏上那片土地，却一直没有时间。当他的梦想最终实现时，却是一去不复返。我真希望他只是流连忘返，决定在那块他向往的地方度过余生罢了。” 施韦尔把双手放在脑后，跷起二郎腿。 “可我这些天一直在想如何解释他的形象会出现在你的梦里，以及我们怎么能用这些线索把他找回来，如果他还活着的话。但我，有一种感觉，他凶多吉少。” 江夏兜里的手机又振动了，但他没有理会。 亚当从门口闪进半个身子，手里捧着一摞论文稿，敲了敲门框：“论文讨论会五分钟后开始。1705会议室。” 施韦尔点点头，对江夏说道：“亚当了解频闪项目，你可以问问他，也许能有什么新发现。” 施韦尔站起身，看得出他心中无尽的沮丧。他转向亚当：“我们在说詹奎斯博士。” “哦？有消息了？”亚当用手捂着嘴惊讶地说道。 施韦尔在原地站了会儿，终究没有说出后面的话，径自走出了办公室。 江夏目送着老师和亚当，低头掏出手机。这次是叶广庭发来的短信，上面写道：我记起你梦里的大屋子是什么地方了，赶紧给我回电话。