But...
This process is still quite troubleso, after all, it’s unclear what mories each person has. Therefore, we can only implant mories that do not contradict logic or personal habits as much as possible. It’s most fitting for Zhang Yiren to handle such matters.
Don’t say that.
The train really needs soone like this with a pen, useful from ti to ti.
Finally—
Zhang Yiren wiped the sweat from his forehead and put down the pen in his hand: "Finished. I didn’t dare to write too many logical narrative mory segnts. They’re all fragnted mories, but most childhood mories are rather blurry, adding a bit more detail to that period, it’s hard to notice by oneself."
"Bring that guy up."
Quickly.
The middle-aged man in a comatose state was brought up, Biaozi walked forward and balled up a piece of bread, trying to shove it into his mouth, but... when soone is unconscious, it’s hard to shove anything into their mouth.
"Let do it."
At this mont, Qi Kexiu, wearing surgical gloves, stepped forward, unbuttoned the middle-aged man lying on the operating table, then took out a scalpel from his arms and breathed on the blade.
Afterward, he stabbed the blade into the man’s abdon, slowly moving it out.
Fat particles mixed with plasma flowed out.
Yet, Qi Kexiu, with a serious expression, ignored all this, took out the man’s stomach and cut it open with a single stroke.
He then twisted all those bread slices together and stuffed them inside.
Pulled out so small bottle from his arms and dripped a few drops of liquid inside.
The food began to rot quickly.
"Digestive drink."
After completing all this, Qi Kexiu quietly said while stitching the wound: "President Ai showed around the train. There are quite a few black technologies on board, such as an ’ergency dical kit’ that’s very effective for external injuries. The recovery from this level of surgery will be quick."
"..."
Biaozi stared in disbelief at the scene before him, mumbled after a long pause: "I thought you didn’t dare to fight and see blood..."
"No."
Qi Kexiu shook his head and whispered: "I’m not a coward, I just like to do things efficiently. He is a dead man walking already. Scolding or hitting him is aningless."
"Vision."
Biaozi raised a thumb with so admiration: "Just doesn’t sound too bright."
Twenty minutes later.
Under everyone’s gaze, the middle-aged man hazily woke up, sat up from the operating table, and looked around at everyone. Standing behind Chen Mang, Zhang Yiren hurriedly introduced: "This is Master Mang."
The middle-aged man’s complexion changed, as he imdiately got off the bed, kneeled on one knee: "Godfather, you’ve finally co to find !"
"These years..."
"Why haven’t you ever taken a look at all these years, Godfather!"
"And why did you have tied up?"
The man looked up at Chen Mang, ready to say sothing, but a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Is it because we haven’t seen each other for so long, why do you feel so strange, like I’ve never t you before."
The next mont—
President Ai, standing beside them, pressed a button in his hand, causing the man to fall unconscious again.
"It’s a bit impractical."
Zhang Yiren awkwardly said: "mory is composed of various factors—text, images, sounds, even scents, and the emotions at that ti. ’Bread’ can only implant text mories, which makes the implanted mories like a castle in the air impossible to scrutinize closely."
"Unlike mories implanted by the mory Bank, which are absolutely real mories that actually happened, complete with the scents, emotions, images, etc."
"I’ve already tried to manipulate his blurred childhood mories."
"But as we can see, it can only be maintained for a short ti, probably just a few hours. After a few hours, the other party will notice sothing’s amiss, and realize it."
"It’s fine."
Chen Mang sat in the chair, smiling as he said: "Let him sleep for now; we’ll wake him when we’re about to et."
"Alright, everyone can leave."
"Old Pig, take Qiu Yisao and Zhou Shen to take a tour of the train. From now on, we’re all together."
"Understood."
...
The scenery in the universe is truly srizing.
Chen Mang leaned back in the chair in front of the control panel, gazing into the deep, dark universe that looked like a black curtain, and at the progress bar gradually shortening on the screen beside him.
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"eting estimated in one minute."
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"Shall we wake him?"
Chen Mang picked up the train radio intercom beside him, forcefully conveying the ssage to the incoming train heading directly towards him: "Stop, soone from the Jiang Family is here."
Soon.
He could already see with the naked eye a train coming from the distant curtain.
But it was slowing down.
...
"Jiang Family people?"
The Train Captain of the Jiang Family Comrce Association train, sitting in his chair, looked with caution at the private ssage from the train radio. The goods he was carrying this ti were quite valuable, and his boss had specifically instructed him before departure that nothing could go wrong on this trip.
He wouldn’t be foolish enough to believe just because soone claid to be from the Jiang Family.
But...
That train was approaching without activating any Energy Shields.
This was an unmistakable sign of goodwill; there was no other explanation.
Pirates always travel in groups; there wouldn’t be only one train. Clearly, the other party didn’t seem to be pirates.
Just then—
A voice ca through the train radio once more.
"I am Jiang Sheng, team leader of Sanshui City’s Feiyang Technology Co., Ltd., and the eldest son of the Jiang Family’s second-in-command. I have important orders to relay in person. Open the door without any mistakes."
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