"Alpha," Zhang Heng put the unconscious man in his arms on the ground, and his face was extremely dignified, "how can you detect what happened before?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't understand the performance of these people, and there's never been a similar case in my database." Alfa said innocently.

Zhang Heng didn't expect this strange thing to be understood by a supercomputer. He just asked again, "well, has this experiment been recorded?"

"Yes, but after the destruction device in the isolation room is opened, all the internal cameras and other equipment have been destroyed. The camera only records the second of destruction." Alpha replied.

"That's enough." Zhang Heng nodded, "set this video as top secret. No one is allowed to watch it unless I order it."

"Yes, sir."

Zhang Heng turned around and walked out of the laboratory. After more than ten minutes, Gu Zhan rushed in with a large group of clone soldiers.

"Take away Professor Abbott Armstrong and his assistants and keep them under close custody. No one is allowed to let them out unless ordered by his Excellency the commander!"

"Understand!" The clone soldier agreed, and the medical staff behind him walked in, put a man on a stretcher, and quickly moved away.

After watching the clone soldiers take away the lost scientists, Gu Zhan turned to the isolation room, which was filled with disinfectant because of the cleaning mechanism. The disinfectant is clear and transparent, and you can even see a black stain on the bottom of the water, which is the grease and coke left by three people who were burned to ashes.

Gu Zhan looked at the stain without expression. However, he found that a special feeling of palpitation came from the isolation room. Ku Zhan instinctively realized that the farther away from the stain, the better. So he didn't want to turn around and leave. At the same time, he sealed the laboratory completely.

....

Zhang Heng wakes up slowly from his deep sleep. After a night's cultivation, his headache is relieved. He quickly gets up and asks alpha to send someone to deliver breakfast. After eating, Zhang Heng breathes a sigh of relief and turns toward the door.

Zhang Heng didn't stop until he got to a well guarded medical room at the bottom of the college. At this time, two clone soldiers in armor stood outside. Seeing Zhang Heng's arrival, they saluted at the same time.

"What's going on inside?" Zhang Heng asked lightly.

"Professor Abbott and his four assistants have been isolated without any abnormality, and Professor Alexander, a psychological expert, has arrived and is now in-house." The clone warrior replied.

Zhang Heng nodded and pushed the door directly. Then he saw a dark corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there were cold black iron doors, just like a prison.

This is the college's Center for abnormal human studies, which is similar to a mental hospital. The abandoned earth world has extremely severe survival pressure, which will inevitably produce countless crazy people who are driven crazy, scared and insane. This abnormal human research center exists for the study of human psychology. Although it is an unpopular department, it is indispensable.

There is always a sense of extreme fear in this kind of place. A madman is always more frightening than a murderer, because you never know what a madman will do next. When Zhang Heng went to the end of the corridor, he saw the door of a closed room open. A cry of despair came from the room. When Zhang Heng came to the door, he saw four strong men controlling Albert with their arms. The poor professor looked like a man or a ghost, struggling and yelling. But Abbott's face was a blonde in a white coat A middle-aged man, a middle-aged man, is shining something in Albert's mouth with a flashlight.

"Professor Alexander?" Zhang Heng opened his mouth.

All the movements in the hands of all of them suddenly stopped, and subconsciously looked at Zhang Heng. The middle-aged man in the white coat nodded, "it's me, commander. What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to see how Professor Abbott is." Zhang Heng said that he looked at the middle-aged man with golden hair. In his induction, there was a kind of gloomy breath on the other side. In Zhang Heng's opinion, his spirit was not very good when dealing with mental illness all the year round.

"Professor Abbott is suffering from serious mental stimulation. I'm afraid it will take a long time to recuperate. As for whether he can recover, I can't guarantee that." Alexander looked at Zhang Heng and said coldly.

"Mental stimulation?" Zhang Heng nodded. "I see. In that case, I need to be alone with Professor Abbott for a while."

"Now?" Alexander's hand was stunned and frowned.

"Yes, now." Zhang Heng's voice is beyond doubt.

"I see." Alexander was silent for a moment, but finally he turned and walked out of the confinement room. The others let go of Professor Abbott without looking at Zhang Heng. One of them even touched Zhang Heng on the shoulder.

When everyone left, Zhang Heng's eyebrows moved. He raised his head and said, "alpha?"

"Yes, sir.""Keep an eye on Alexander and some of his assistants." Zhang Heng's eyes flashed a cold light, "if they have any abnormal behavior, immediately inform clone soldiers to arrest."

"Yes."

After alpha agreed, Zhang Heng looked at Abbott, who was curled up in the corner of the wall. The old man seemed to be ten years old and looked like a dying man. Under the light of the energy-saving lamp, his face was blue and white. With his thick black eyes and pale lips, he looked very strange.

"Professor Abbott, do you still recognize me?" Zhang Heng walked up to Albert and said, "tell me, what did you see yesterday?"

"Haha I feel them... " Albert laughs strangely, his voice is low, in this narrow confinement room, with a kind of unspeakable strangeness, "they are coming back..."

"Who are they?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, squatted down, and asked in a tone of persuasion.

"They are..." Albert's voice sank down, and an obscure tone jumped out of Albert's mouth. What's more strange is that when Albert said this sentence, there seemed to be some fragments in Zhang Heng's brain, just as if Albert's voice was carrying a certain kind of special information.

Zhang Hengxin was surprised. It was obvious that during the experiment, a kind of mental infection similar to Yuehua was transmitted from No.2 experimental body. Then Zhang Heng ordered to turn on the sound. Finally, the mental infection was transmitted through the sound, and several assistants, including Albert, were also infected. However, he had been in Yuehua for a long time Training in quasi space, will is far beyond human beings, so it is immune to this effect.

"Memes?" Suddenly, such a group of words flashed into Zhang Heng's mind. The only time he ever came into contact with the word meme was when he just got the black seal. However, because this ability is too dangerous, Zhang Heng has never used it after controlling the seal. Now, Albert's performance is very much like an act of infecting meme

If it's really a meme, then it's complicated.

Zhang Heng can't help but fall into deep thinking. Meme, the technology of transmitting information, is not what Zhang Heng can resist today. Although the technology of radiation plane is higher than reality, he has no resistance to the advanced technology of meme!

So, if you want to eliminate the influence of memes, there seems to be only one way

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