System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 650 - 303: "23256!" (Requesting monthly votes) _2
But...
This process is still quite troublesome, after all, it’s unclear what memories each person has. Therefore, we can only implant memories 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 someone like this with a pen, useful from time to time.
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 memory segments. They’re all fragmented memories, but most childhood memories 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 someone is unconscious, it’s hard to shove anything into their mouth.
"Let me do it."
At this moment, 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 abdomen, 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 some 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 me around the train. There are quite a few black technologies on board, such as an ’emergency medical 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 meaningless."
"Vision."
Biaozi raised a thumb with some 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 immediately got off the bed, kneeled on one knee: "Godfather, you’ve finally come to find me!"
"These years..."
"Why haven’t you ever taken a look at me all these years, Godfather!"
"And why did you have me tied up?"
The man looked up at Chen Mang, ready to say something, 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 met you before."
The next moment—
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: "Memory is composed of various factors—text, images, sounds, even scents, and the emotions at that time. ’Bread’ can only implant text memories, which makes the implanted memories like a castle in the air impossible to scrutinize closely."
"Unlike memories implanted by the Memory Bank, which are absolutely real memories that actually happened, complete with the scents, emotions, images, etc."
"I’ve already tried to manipulate his blurred childhood memories."
"But as we can see, it can only be maintained for a short time, probably just a few hours. After a few hours, the other party will notice something’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 meet."
"Alright, everyone can leave." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"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 mesmerizing.
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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"Meeting 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 message to the incoming train heading directly towards him: "Stop, someone 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 Commerce Association train, sitting in his chair, looked with caution at the private message from the train radio. The goods he was carrying this time 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 someone claimed 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 came 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."
