Yan Anqing's eyes fell on Zhou Yun behind the transparent isolation window.
When I looked at the other party's information, I thought it was just average and didn't have much that stood out.
Now that I have seen her up close, I find that Zhou Yun is much more beautiful in person than in the photos, with picturesque features and clean eyes.
Even in a state of semi-detention, he was not mistreated. He paid great attention to his own livelihood and was clean and untainted.
Impression score +1.
The previous man with a Chinese character and a serious face was a middle-aged man named Tang Zhenghao, and he was a senior clerk in the Internal Affairs Division.
At this moment, he was standing next to Yan Anqing.
"This kid was with that guy named Guo Qishang at Xia Ning Institute of Technology..."
At this point, Tang Zhenghao seemed to have chewed up some unfriendly words. He paused for a second before continuing: "...After the two of them died together, they came back to life and stopped talking."
Yan Anqing nodded slightly.
Obviously, the story of Guo Qishang seeking money and killing her back then has now come to light, and the "hate" between Zhou Yun and her has begun to be used as a source of conversation among netizens.
"How did he talk to you?"
Yan Anqing asked with interest.
As soon as he said this, the corner of Tang Zhenghao's eyes twitched with a serious expression.
Without waiting for his answer, Zhou Yun, who was on the opposite side of the transparent window, took out a pen and miniature writing board from his pocket and wrote down a few words.
【Communicate like this.】
Why did Zhou Yun do this?
No one can understand him.
Yan Anqing felt a little dumbfounded.
A long time ago, I wrote a short story in which a villain boss did something similar.
Be silent, listen and think, keep your mouth shut and seek the truth.
Only after I found the true meaning of my life was I finally willing to speak.
Since then, it has been completely transformed, as if it were reborn.
"Doesn't this bother you?" Yan Anqing looked at him and asked.
Zhou Yun turned her face sideways and thought about this question seriously for a while, then erased the original handwriting and wrote five words on the writing board.
【I like loneliness.】
Yan Anqing just smiled and said nothing.
"Norwegian Wood"'s assessment of this situation is spot-on.
"Who likes to be alone? It's just that they don't like to be disappointed."
Zhou Yun is a seemingly normal autistic patient. He lives in his own world and is unwilling to contact other people or be understood by others.
He doesn't need help from others, he can only get out on his own.
Originally, there were many questions to ask, but now, there is no need for them.
"As long as you don't give up on yourself."
Yan Anqing stood up and said to Tang Zhenghao beside him: "After the trial results come out, he will cooperate with your work. Don't push too hard."
Tang Zhenghao remained silent, his facial muscles stiff, and he just nodded slightly to express his approval.
Although in his opinion, Zhou Yun and Guo Qishuang were two audacious criminals, and the fate of Zhou Yun was not within the scope of his duties.
It is up to the judge to decide whether this boy who looks like a girl is a criminal and to what extent he needs to be sentenced.
If you are not in your position, you will not seek your position.
and……
The people above have specifically given instructions to try their best to meet Zhou Yun's reasonable requirements and not to be too harsh.
This can show attitude.
A few days ago, someone brought over Dr. Qu's new technology derivatives.
Infinite cell detector.
After testing, it was found that Zhou Yun's body was no different from that of ordinary people.
In other words, his resurrection after death originated from another mysterious force that cannot be detected by current technology.
As a staunch materialist, Tang Zhenghao does not believe in any underworld, nor does he believe in the real existence of Buddha and Bodhisattvas.
But facts speak louder than words, and no matter how reluctant he is to admit it, he is unable to refute it in the face of the ironclad facts.
He only hopes that one day in the future, science will develop to a new level and can perfectly explain all the "unscientific" events now.
Tang Zhenghao sighed, like a defeated general: "Sorry to trouble you."
"Anyway, I don't have any difficult projects recently, so it's a good idea to go out for a walk."
Yan Anqing nodded, "Then...goodbye."
He turned around and left the office. He had just walked less than thirty meters when his cell phone suddenly rang.
"The first dawn shines through the window, the sun shines on the West Bridge, and the clouds sway."
"I miss the corners of your clothes that swayed slightly in the breeze."
"The wood carvings are flowing with gold, and the years are ripples. I closed the pen seven years ago, because I am only writing for you in this life..."
Caller ID: Xie Zhe.
Yan Anqing frowned slightly and quickly pressed the answer button to prevent the ringing from continuing.
This time Xie Zhe didn't count the time.
The guy's tone was a little weird: "There is very important good news and terrible bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Yan Anqing laughed dumbly.
If he directly asks about bad news at this time, the topic will be killed instantly.
When you should cooperate with other people's performances, turning a blind eye is not an interesting choice.
"Let me tell you the good news first."
Xie Zhe's voice seemed to be suppressing a smile: "There is news from the Royal Karolinska Institute in Sweden that you have a place on the list of candidates for the Nobel Prize in Medicine or Biology."
Hearing this, Yan Anqing raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a calm tone: "Is this considered good news?"
He has never had any expectations for the Nobel Prize.
Moreover, even if you are nominated, you may not be the final winner.
What impressed Yan Anqing most about the Nobel Prize in Medicine or Biology was its dark history.
As we all know, the brain is divided into left and right hemispheres, and each hemisphere is divided into four lobes.
The frontal lobe is the largest of them, accounting for about one-third of its volume.
After this area is removed, the subject will lose many functions, including the individual's inherent personality traits, and become a cookie-cutter emotionless person.
Such beings are almost like walking zombies. The only thing they have in common with normal people is that they can still breathe.
The first zombie-themed texts and comics drew lessons from frontal lobotomy surgery.
Ironically, Moniz, the founder of this extremely anti-human surgery, won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in the late 1940s.
Even, because of the aura of Nobel Prize honors, this operation has been widely used for a long time to treat mental patients who "do not listen to management" and children who are considered to be suffering from "ADHD".
Compared with the Nobel laureate Moniz, Professor Yang, the King of Thunder in China, instantly seemed to be soft-hearted and soft-hearted.
Of course, Yan Anqing thought to herself, she was not qualified to despise others.
In terms of coldness, Moniz pales in comparison to him.
There have been thousands of cases of human body modification unilaterally carried out without the consent of the experimental subjects, or even without informing the experimental subjects.
In the future, this number will inevitably increase ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times!
Rejuvenation, great strength, all-round improvement of physical fitness...
Control fire, harness thunder, be agile, glide at low altitude without equipment...
No matter what kind of benefits his experimental subjects gained from it, at least the essence of this behavior was just a living body modification surgery that violated universal values and moral concepts.
Xie Zhe's news gave Yan Anqing an idea that would most likely make people laugh out loud if he told it now.
"After a few years, can I set up an absolutely transparent and fair award?"
"Replacing the Nobel Prize, or even going one step further..."
Ability and location jointly determine a person's way of thinking.
Now Yan Anqing does not think that being nominated for the Nobel Prize is something worthy of pride and joy.
On the other end of the phone, Xie Zhe didn't expect his reaction at all. He behaved like a computer whose program crashed. He fell into a state of freeze and couldn't speak a word for a long time. He seemed to be trying to reorganize the language.
"So, what's the bad news?"
Yan Anqing asked. Wow, this chapter is extremely difficult to write! I am not satisfied no matter how much I change it... I hope there will be improvements in the future! Work hard! Seriously! emm..._There will be an update in 12 hours...
