MTL - Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant-Chapter 1 Go crazy while you're young

  Chapter 1 Go crazy while you are young

   When An Feng woke up, he found something extra in his mind.

In the haze, there was a voice urging him to do something... Rubbing his eyes, he saw a water stain where he was lying on his stomach just now, his face blushed, and he looked around. Fortunately, his colleagues were all concentrating on work or dozing off lazily , He folded the paper with a guilty conscience and threw it into the wastebasket.

  At this time, the manager's secretary came towards him and said blankly: "An Feng, Manager Li asked you to go to his office in five minutes."

   "Okay." An Feng nodded.

   Before he had time to reflect on the weird dream just now, An Feng piled up the messed up documents, then got up and walked towards Manager Li's office.

Knocking on the door and entering, the iron-faced manager said, "You know that the company's recent economic situation is a little bit bad. The superiors gave me ten layoff indicators, and dismissed some employees who can't perform effectively." Manager Li glanced at An Feng. : "Sorry, you are one of them."

  An Feng was taken aback, then nodded slowly.

  Manager Li's tone was lukewarm: "Considering your tenure in the company, I decided to pay you an additional three months' salary as compensation."

"Oh."

"Any question?"

   "That's it." An Feng left the office.

  Going back to pack things silently, a little sad, he has been working here for three years, no one can be ruthless than grass and trees. "It's not necessarily a bad thing." He comforted himself, maybe he really wasn't suitable for this job, working from nine to five like a numb machine, wanting to invest but always lacking motivation.

   Thanked colleagues one by one for their sincere or polite greetings, and packed the things. Zhang Li, a colleague who used to be chatty, came over, but she didn't have the usual mood of bickering with him. Seeing this, An Feng took the lead in joking: "Don't you take this rare opportunity to take revenge on me?"

  Zhang Li curled her lips and said, "Forgive your life first. What are your plans in the future? Are you still looking for a job here?"

  An Feng shrugged: "Maybe, let's rest for a while and see."

  Zhang Li said: "If I can't find it, I can introduce it to you."

   "Thank you." An Feng smiled.

  After he left, gossip-loving female colleagues gathered around Zhang Li, and someone shouted: "Our sister Li is also in spring, and she is ready to move?"

   "What nonsense!" Zhang Li scolded with a smile.

   "Then why do you care about him all of a sudden?" the little girls held on.

  Zhang Li thought for a while, and euphemistically said: "You little girl doesn't understand, now suddenly there is no opponent to quarrel, invincibility is also a kind of loneliness."

  On the bus going home, there were not many passengers at this time, and they were all old men and women, rushing to get on the bus in front of them, and then urged the young people to make way for them. An Feng sat in the last row, listened to the noise in the car, and looked out the window boredly. When he calmed down, he recalled the dream just now.

  Since he was in college, he has been infested by the same strange dream over and over again, sometimes every few months, sometimes several weeks, and sometimes several days in a row. I didn’t see less doctors, I didn’t take less medicine, and I could recite the diagnostic terminology by myself, but it didn’t improve.

The weirdest thing is that he can't understand the content of the strange dream, just like a bunch of garbled characters on the computer, he can't understand or read it. Fortunately, the strange dream does not affect his normal life, and he gets used to it over time. exist. When he woke up today, he actually understood the meaning of the garbled characters.

  In the dream, there was a voice that was constantly replaying like a broadcast, to the effect that he was asked to activate the locator at two critical points in time to receive some mysterious information. The first time point was two years ago and has been missed. The second time point is still more than a month away from now.

  An Feng was taken aback, a locator?

  The theory and steps of making a locator are all available, as if he had experienced it personally, as long as he finds the materials, he can do it with his eyes closed.

   But who would believe it? This is clearly a sign of madness!

He didn't worry about it, but the frequency of strange dreams increased. Whenever he closed his eyes, lay on the bed, and fell asleep, the information flooded in like a tide, circling around his ears like an ancient death knell , lingering. Every time I woke up, I was sweating profusely and my face was pale.

  After five days in a row, he succumbed in a state of depression.

  He decided to go crazy while he was young, and he would grow old if he stopped being himself.

  The materials needed to make a locator are common and can be bought on the market, and the principle is not complicated. It takes a specific time to locate and accept an instrument with a specific frequency. He began to be busy day and night. According to the guidance of memory, it is not unfamiliar to do it.

  After going on like this for a month, you're done.

The machine he regarded as his treasure was the size of a microwave oven. The poor workmanship caused the wires to extend randomly from the machine. The dazzling lines were tangled and intertwined with each other. The other end of the colorful lines was tied with tape and inserted into a In the large socket.

  An Feng held a control button in his hand and stared at the time displayed on the computer screen. There were three minutes left before the second time point.

  The locator looks like a piece of junk from a dump, does it really work?

  The time counted down to the last second, and he resolutely pressed the button.

  He held his breath, suddenly there was a crackling sound, and a burst of electric sparks danced wildly on the locator. In less than a second, all the lights were turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness. A pungent burning smell came out, and he couldn't help coughing a few times, and hurried to open the window to breathe.

  It was also pitch black outside the window. An Feng underestimated the destructive power of this thing, and there was a lot of commotion, and the residents of the entire building suffered accordingly. Just as he was about to stick his head out to breathe, he heard the continuous ups and downs of cursing, closed the window resentfully, and retreated to the table.

   "It looks like a failure." Smelling the burning smell in the room, An Feng wanted to laugh, it was clearly the result of wild thinking, where is there any next-generation technology?

  I thought so in my heart, but I was still unwilling to check my "masterpiece". Fumbling a little bit with the flashlight, several lines were burned, and the smell was very pungent, but the main body was not damaged. As for the interior... he had a flash of inspiration, reached in, and felt...into an empty area.

  He could swear to God, this place has always been empty.

   But now, he actually touched something.

   "Successful?" An Feng couldn't believe it, and took out the unknown object with trembling hands. The flashlight showed its original appearance.

  A square box with an ordinary shape, only the size of a palm, with patterns engraved on the surface, black and cold to the touch, but it is not known what material it is made of, and it is very strong. He carefully put the box on the table, checked it, and there was nothing special about it.

  However, there was a hint in his mind—from a strange dream.

  He immediately opened the box, and there was a set of medical syringes quietly inside. The transparent syringes had no scale, and there was a blue liquid lying inside. He assembled the syringe with deft hands, and the next step of the dream asked him to inject...liquid. He hesitated, the needle resting in front of his arm.

  He had a hunch that this was a good thing, but his instincts were rejecting this unknown force.

   "If it's a crazy dream... just go crazy!"

  The liquid quickly disappeared in his body, and he spent five minutes in extreme tension, as if... his head started to heat up, and his thinking was several times clearer than before. Suddenly, his eyes turned white, and he fainted and fell to the ground. This time, it was the sweetest sleep he had ever had, without the intrusion of strange dreams and mental burden.

   When he woke up, it was already a day later.

Nosebleeds on his cheeks and collar, yes, he knew what was going on, although he was unconscious for a day, but there was a strange lucidity of consciousness, as if his consciousness was divided into two parts, one part was dormant, and the other part was still working , taking over control of the body.

  He sat on the ground, rubbing his temples, trying to remember what happened. Blue liquid... A piece of information suddenly popped up in my mind: the nano-robots carried the bionic cells to the cerebral cortex, where the bionic cells continued to divide and proliferate to form a biological computer.

   "Biological computer?"

  An Feng just thought about it, and a strange thing happened—the brain started searching with "biological computer" as the keyword, got a bunch of garbled characters, and then translated it automatically. The general idea is: the bionic cells injected into the body start to fuse, and it will continue to metabolize, consuming chemical energy to divide and proliferate.

The price is that the biological brain is reduced to a "hard disk", and his memories are organized into files and stored in chronological order, but the memories of more than two decades only occupy an inconspicuous part. The "hard disk" brought by the biological machine brain "External information" is as vast as the sea, immeasurable.

  Due to the scarcity of bionic cells, the computing power of the machine brain is still very weak. When Anfeng is activated, it can be understood that it stores large projects such as energy, electronics, biomedicine, and intelligent machines. But under the big projects, there are all garbled and put the cart before the horse information.

   "Energy." An Feng said silently, like a movie playing in his mind, showing a lot of garbled characters, mixed with a small part of the translated content.

   "Nuclear energy."

   Still garbled characters.

   "Nuclear Fusion."

   Garbled characters.

   "Controlled nuclear fusion."

   Garbled characters... suddenly translated several items. An Feng suddenly realized that the larger the keyword range, the slower the translation speed of the machine brain. When the range is narrowed—

   "Controlled nuclear fusion reaction using helium-3 as reactant."

   There is content!

   "Skip principle, steps, specific steps."

   After An Feng waited for half a minute, the garbled area was translated into a segment of recognizable information. He scanned a short segment, and there were drawings, methods, and instructions. Once the machine brain memorizes it, it is as familiar as it has been done countless times. He was ecstatic in his heart, is he going to develop?

   But after a closer look, the following content is a bit wrong.

   "Huh? 'The modification standard of the RD-8 armed robot'? How did it get to the robot?"

  An Feng continued to scan down, but the modification of the robot was not finished yet, and the next paragraph went to the rapid cloning of biological tissues, which was wrong.

   "Table of contents? Call up the table of contents? Write an outline... Give me a hint!"

  He tried for a long time, but found nothing. The only conclusion I got is: either the characters are garbled or the content is messy. It may take a lot of time to sort it out.

  Suddenly, his gaze refocused on the mysterious box.

If the information about the machine brain is correct, the box has two layers. The upper layer is an extremely precious biological transformation fluid, which successfully transformed part of his brain into a biological computer, and the lower layer is a gift from a mysterious force... When An Feng opened it, his eyes flickered.

  The sunlight outside the window is shining obliquely. When it comes in, these objects lying in the box refract the light into countless parts, which are shining and crystal clear, making it hard to open your eyes.

"diamond!"

  An Feng recognized these strange gadgets at a glance. After counting, there are twelve in total, ranging from small to large, from colorless to pink, and some of them are not small. An Feng carefully picked up the largest blue diamond, facing the sun, it was all dazzling blue.

  No matter how amateurish he is, he still knows that this blue diamond is top-notch.

Counting the other diamonds, most of them are rare, big, exquisitely cut, pure and flawless... He swallowed heavily, and there was only one thought in his mind: Compared with the unknown technology in his mind, these diamonds Bright stones are what he wants!

  (end of this chapter)