A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

The young man slept peacefully in the silver nutrition cabin, his whole body was soaked in the transparent nutrition solution, he was as handsome as a sculpture, only his chest rose and fell slowly, and several thin tubes were inserted into his nose and mouth, connecting the cabin Oxygen cylinders outside.

His whole body is full, with well-proportioned and beautiful texture, but there is a hideous scar obliquely on his chest, which destroys the beauty of his body. The scar runs through the entire chest and abdomen, with new pink flesh growing on the edge, which looks like he has just healed.

The word Feng Ye was engraved on the nameplate outside the cabin, showing his identity.

After a while, the nutrient solution dropped, Feng Ye slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes were wetted by the nutrient solution, a little heavy, black and densely stuck together, making him look a little pitiful.

Feng Ye seemed to be completely exhausted, without moving, and lay awake for a long time, until his attending doctor Tong Yuan pushed open the door of the intensive care unit, saw that he was awake, and opened the hatch for him.

Feng Ye seemed to be a little weak, and his expression was indifferent.

Tong Yuan asked, "How do you feel?"

Feng Ye nodded: "It's okay."

Tong Yuan held an electronic medical record in his hand, on which was written a long list of professional terms, among which "severe mental control disorder" was marked in red and bold.

"Colonel Feng, your mental power has fluctuated too much, but the overall trend is improving. It seems that you and Eden are in good harmony. We can confirm that there is no big problem in the next stage of treatment..."

Feng Ye's lower body was still sitting in the nutrition cabin, and the sticky liquid made him feel a little uncomfortable. He frowned and rubbed his temples, feeling really uncomfortable when his mental power was forcibly cut off by 001 just now.

"That's right." Tong Yuan took out a bracelet from his coat pocket, "The Garden of Eden has bound the healing system to your bracelet."

Feng Ye took the bracelet, casually clasped it on his wrist, and interrupted the doctor: "Sorry, I want to take a shower."

"Go, remember to come over later, I will make a mental scale for you."

"Ok."

Feng Ye got up from the sticky liquid, looked at the wristband, it was only 24 hours since he entered the cabin last time.

This is the single intensive care unit arranged for him by the league, and the side room is a shower room.

Maybe it's the soothing effect of the hot bath, but Feng Ye's current state has recovered pretty well.After he came out of the shower, changed his clothes, and was about to go to Tong Yuan for an examination.

Feng Ye remembered the general direction of Tong Yuan's office, walked out of the room along the corridor, and was taken aback when he passed a ward.

This is actually an ordinary isolation ward, but the sign at the door reads: The First Legion of the Alliance... followed by a name, written with a signature pen, too small to read clearly.

The First Army of the Alliance caught his attention. Feng Ye had read a lot of materials, or in other words, the name of this army had been lingering in Feng Ye's ears since he woke up from a coma.

Some said it was his army, but he had no memory of it.

So, is this ward also someone who was injured in that accident?

Feng Ye subconsciously wanted to get closer to see who was written on the sign, but was stopped by a nurse who lowered her head while drawing on the electronic medical record, and said, "Sir, this is a sterile isolation room. in."

Feng Ye apologized: "I'm sorry."

The nurse was immediately attracted by his cold and jade-like voice, and when she looked up, she was shocked to see Feng Ye's appearance, so she couldn't help but slow down her tone, "Ah, sir, you can visit patients from the isolation window."

Feng Ye nodded and smiled gently at the nurse: "Okay, thank you."

He looked in through the isolation window, and saw a man lying on a hospital bed, his whole body covered with pipes and instruments, and his arms and legs exposed from the hospital gown were covered with bandages.

Feng Ye's heart tightened, and he looked at the man's face, which was very strange and he didn't know him.

Feng Ye frowned, which was normal, he hadn't recovered his memory yet, and he didn't know anyone.

At this time, his bracelet suddenly vibrated, and he lowered his head, a familiar system voice sounded, "Mr. Fengye, your mental fluctuations are unstable, please go to the measurement room for a checkup in time."

Feng Ye hesitated for a moment: "001?"

001: "Yes."

"I have a question."

"Excuse me."

"Will those mission worlds continue to run after I leave?"

001 replied, "No, all the worlds are based on the false reality simulated by treating your mental state, that is, your mental power is the basis and energy source of the entire simulation. It is like powering a computer, you are out of After this world, the power supply that supports the operation of this world is also cut off, and all simulations will disappear the moment you leave."

Is that right?

Feng Ye was thoughtful, and it happened that Tong Yuan came out of the attending doctor's duty room at this time, and waved to Feng Ye.

"Colonel Feng, I'm going to find you. If you're ready, we'll start making the scale."

Feng Ye responded, and followed Tong Yuan to the duty room.

No one noticed that after Feng Ye turned around, the sound of electric current rang rapidly on the instrument panel of the isolation ward, and the orderly red warning lights went out one by one, and were replaced by green ones that suddenly lit up.

It was very quick to make the scale, just stick two metal plates on the temples, and Tong Yuan began to ask and answer Feng Ye.

Feng Ye was familiar with this process a long time ago and finished it very quickly.

"When is the next treatment?" Feng Ye suddenly asked.

Tong Yuan was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Our experimenters go in, and the fastest thing is to do it once a month. The main reason is not the problem of mental strength, but because the living environment changes too much, and the cycle span is too long. Many people can't bear it psychologically."

Feng Ye also smiled: "But I don't think there's anything serious about me, I want to be treated as soon as possible, is that okay?"

"Yes, yes." Tong Yuan thought for a moment, then nodded, "I think you are recovering well, come back next Wednesday for a reexamination, if there is no problem, you will be treated, just seven days, enough for you to have a good rest."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." In fact, Feng Ye wanted to say that seven days is quite a long time.

After Feng Ye left the hospital, he followed the navigation to go home and had a meal with Feng's father and Feng's mother. Although he still didn't remember many things, the familiarity with his family made him feel at ease.

Mrs. Feng wanted him to stay at home in the evening, but Feng Ye refused after thinking about it. He wanted to go back to his apartment to clean up and prepare for next week's treatment.

The elders of the Feng family were still worried, so they asked the family's driver to take Feng Ye back and told him to eat well.

Feng Ye agreed one by one, and it was already early morning when he returned to the apartment.

After unlocking the door with his fingerprint, Feng Ye noticed that when he pressed his finger on it, a line of words "Fingerprint A successfully unlocked" appeared on the screen.He didn't pay special attention to it before, but when he saw this line today, he felt a little strange, clicked into the settings, and sure enough, he saw "Fingerprint A" followed by "Fingerprint B".

Whose fingerprints are these?

Feng Ye couldn't remember, he paused with his fingertips, and moved away from the delete key.

Forget it, since I entered it all by myself, let’s keep it, in case it’s useful.

Feng Ye trusts himself very much, he believes that all his actions are meaningful, whether it is before or after amnesia.

The apartment was very clean. After all, it was only a day since he left last time. As soon as he opened the door, the smart home turned on the lights for him, welcoming the return of the owner.

Feng Ye has just had a full 24 hours of sleep, and is not sleepy now. He just changed into a set of home clothes, sat on the sofa, turned on the projector, and prepared to find a movie to pass the time.

The entertainment industry in the 23rd century is very developed. Hundreds of millions of works are lying in the film library, sorted from high to low according to praise, which makes people dazzled. Feng Ye has been picking for a long time but he has not found what he is interested in.

He accidentally opened the history browsing, and then he was stunned. The screen was full of romance movies neatly, and the fresh and girly breath rushed towards his face, which caused Feng Ye to doubt himself for the first time.

Was it my previous taste?

The most recent one I watched on the projector is called "You at 17". The introduction is a romantic comedy with a single story line, which is a regular campus love. The score is only 6.2, and the playback progress is 80%. over.

Feng Ye: ...

He stumbled in again, thinking, I want to see how awesome this movie is.

6.2 was really "just right", Feng Ye couldn't help falling asleep after seeing half of it.

When he woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning the next day, and the sunlight shone on his face through the floor-to-ceiling windows, which was a bit dazzling.

The movie had already reached the end of the credits, paused on the cast list, and a window popped up on the projection screen for customers to rate.

Feng Ye didn't hesitate to give a perfect score of 10. Now he knows why he played the history all like this, and the hypnotic effect is amazing.

After washing up, he took out a pack of instant curry rice, put it in a bowl, and threw it into the microwave.

"Dididi! Level [-] alert! Level [-] alert! Quick-frozen food level [-] alert! Please leave, Mr. Feng Ye!"

Feng Ye was startled by the sound at first, and almost lost his grip on the bowl in his hand. When he realized it, he hurriedly put the curry rice in, set a timer for 3 minutes, and covered his ears by the way.

Almost forgetting the strange beep of the microwave oven, Feng Ye blocked his ears, wondering when he must buy a new one.

Feng Ye stayed in the apartment for a week. Apart from reading books and exercising every day, he watched movies in the history library for hypnosis.

Early on Wednesday morning, he arrived at the hospital, and Tong Yuan asked him to wait in the lounge for a while.

"The person in the sterile room has signs of brain waves. It's a miracle that he has been lying down for so long!"

"We have to wait and see if we can wake up. The instrument only detects a small band. The dean has been holding meetings for the past few days to study."

"If you can wake up, it will be a medical miracle!"

Feng Ye raised his head, the two nurses on duty in the lounge were chatting, the voice was not low, he could hear it clearly.

germ-free room?Isn't that the person I saw last time?

Is he going to wake up?

Feng Ye wanted to ask what happened, but Tong Yuan just pushed open the door of the lounge, saw Feng Ye, and hurriedly apologized and said: "Colonel Feng has been waiting for a long time, just finished the meeting, let's go, I will make it for you One check, if there is no problem, we will start treatment."

Feng Ye was interrupted, so he nodded.

Forget it, whoever wakes up doesn't seem to have much to do with him.