After returning to his residence, Ye Zhou re-entered the simulator, clicked on the simulation interface, chose the first stage plot of the Mystery of Life, and started the simulation directly.

In his plan, there is a sequence of technical applications, but technical acquisition can be carried out simultaneously. All technologies must be taken into hand first, and then the order of implementation in reality is determined based on priority.

So, which simulation to start first will actually not have that big impact.

In the darkness, subtitles gradually emerge.

[Stage Simulation of the Mystery of Life-----The Wall of Genes]

The darkness faded, Ye Zhou opened his eyes and found himself in a bedroom with simple but neat facilities.

Looking around, this room is about 30 square meters, with a bed, a desk, and a TV with a gaming console, all of its facilities.

What is this place?

Ye Zhou sat quietly on the bed, waiting for the flow of memories to flow into him.

However, the memories he had merged this time were pitifully fewer than the previous few times.

He only knew that he was a medical experiment volunteer, and his current location was a laboratory under the Kharkov Center for Ecological and Human Disease Research, which was conducting a volunteer experiment for targeted drugs related to lung cancer.

Apart from this, there is no more useful information, and even the memory stream has been terminated directly.

Ye Zhou sat on the edge of the bed in confusion. His light swept across the mirror in the open bathroom beside him, so he immediately got up and walked over.

What appeared in front of him was a standard yellow-sex face. Judging from the structure of the bones, it seemed to be the common race in the Central Plains of China.

However, Ye Zhou knew nothing about his identity, his hometown and even his nationality.

Too strange.

Ye Zhou pondered for a moment and directly entered the sea of ​​strings in his subconscious with his talent for thinking programming, but the scene he saw surprised him.

This place can no longer be called "strings".

The subconscious strings seemed to be twisted by some violent means, entangled and twisted with each other like a mess. The entire subconscious world was fragmented, and even just a glance seemed to bring infinite chaos to people.

Ye Zhou stretched out his non-existent palm to smooth out the strings, but this was of no use.

The project volume is too large - what can cause such great harm to the subconscious mind is either some extremely serious mental trauma, or it is a drug or other mental means.

Anyway, this person was definitely a lunatic before he was simulated by himself.

A madman in a laboratory of a disease research center?

Ye Zhou vaguely smelled some ominous smell.

He walked to the door and twisted the door handle quietly. The door that he thought would be locked tightly opened.

After a moment of silence, he changed himself to a dull expression and then walked out of the room barefoot.

The corridor was silent. Ye Zhou saw many rooms like him on both sides of the corridor. Some of these rooms were half-closed, and some were locked firmly, but it was the owner of the room who locked the door according to the situation, not someone else.

Someone was watching TV in the room with the door open, and the sound of Disney cartoons came from the TV; some people seemed to be taking a shower, and a little moisture was oozing out from the gap in the door; there was also some indescribable sounds coming from the room, which sounded live.

Ye Zhou was a little confused. All this seemed so normal.

The atmosphere was loose, everyone was doing their own things, and there was no such live-fire guard as seen in the movie. The only person who looked like a staff member was sitting behind the reception desk at the end of the corridor, leisurely brushing his cell phone with his legs raised.

Is it really a normal medical experiment?

Ye Zhou walked forward slowly, the staff member stood up and looked at him and asked:

"Ye, did you get up early today?"

Ye Zhou did not answer, and looked at the work sign hanging on his chest, which was marked with the Kharkov company and the name of the owner of the work sign.

Pidlov, it sounds like a hairy bear's name.

Seeing Ye Zhou's blank expression, Pidlov shook his head and sighed, and continued:

"Today's psychological counseling is scheduled at 3 pm, and it's still early. I suggest you continue to go back to your room and sleep for a while."

"Ye, you are under too much pressure. Don't worry, a drug test is no big deal. Your symptoms have been relieved a lot, aren't they?"

"Believe us, you will be cured soon--it's just lung cancer. In no time, you will be able to reunite with your family."

Reunite with your family?

Do you have family?

From the man's words, Ye Zhou could roughly infer that the reason why he entered this so-called drug test base was probably to treat his own lung cancer. Obviously, this treatment using targeted drugs has achieved certain results, because from his own perception of the body, the condition of this body is obviously not too bad.

But Ye Zhou still didn't answer. He just nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the corridor.

He had seen the exit of the gate, but after he opened it, what greeted him was not the brilliant sunshine and the sky, but a wide dome hall.

Various garden plants are planted in this hall. Under the light of the chandeliers on the head and the careful maintenance of the staff, each plant grows well. Many people walk on the path between the plants, whispering and laughing happily. The scene is as harmonious as Ye Zhou feels in the corridor.

After walking around the dome hall for a while, Ye Zhou basically confirmed the location of this medical laboratory.

This is underground.

Moreover, the main building of this laboratory should have been transformed with certain fortifications left over from war, because he could also see the red painted slogans that belonged to that era from some walls that were not thoroughly painted.

Those slogans use the bear language.

Ye Zhou silently spliced ​​these scattered pieces of information in his mind, but the more he tried, the more he felt something was wrong.

Mao Xiongyu's slogans, underground fortifications, medical laboratory, English-speaking staff...

This is probably not Xiong Da’s territory.

The answer is almost ready to come out.

Then, the experiment I conducted is probably not just as simple as the so-called targeted lung cancer drugs, otherwise my subconscious strings would not be so messy.

But the final problem is still not solved - what do you want to do?

Destroy this lab? Steal data? Solve key lab personnel? Or... persevere until the final experiment is completed?

Ye Zhou frowned, and he carefully found a corner to squat down, blocking his face with lush leaves, avoiding the ubiquitous surveillance cameras to capture his expression.

I should be a patient with a bad mental state now, so I must look like a patient.

The staff just now told himself that there will be a psychological counseling at 3:00 pm. So, as long as you persist until then and after participating in the psychological counseling, you can at least take the opportunity to obtain more information...

However, this thought had just turned around in his mind, and a twisted face suddenly emerged from the bushes behind him!

The man's face was ferocious, and his muscles seemed to twitch uncontrollably. Ye Zhou's spirit suddenly tensed, but in the end, he still maintained an expressionless state.

After repeated simulations, his psychological quality is no longer comparable to that of the young man who got on the plane for the first time.

The owner of the face crawled out of the bushes, then reached out and grabbed Ye Zhou's arm tightly, as if he had used all his strength to control his muscle groups and squeezed out a few dull words from his throat.

And these Chinese words make Ye Zhou feel like he is facing a great enemy.

"Don't... see the doctor!"

“Hide……hide!”

"After the afternoon....4 o'clock!"
Chapter completed!