"Those with S value above or equal to 60 are not allowed to enter."
There was a piece of A4 paper stuck to the yellow wooden door of the activity room. The handwriting on the paper was messy and ugly.
Gu Jun walked down the corridor, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the paper. 'My S value is 51, I can enter …'
The desert was vast, and the yellow sand was picked up by the wind and scattered across the endless land.
A secret base of Phecda was built deep within the desert that belonged to Mo Bei's Chi Lin City. The base was well-equipped. Due to the sparse population and the natural isolation of the place, many of Phecda's experiments would be conducted here.
This place was much more mysterious than Eastern State's Medical Department. However, after Gu Jun arrived, he did not even get the chance to look around before he was led into the dilapidated building by the worker. Then, he was brought to the activity room on the second floor.
Gu Jun was still wearing the orange protective suit that looked like a spacesuit. He carried an oxygen tank on his back, and his voice was mainly transmitted through a loudspeaker.
"Mr. Gu, this is it," the worker said. "Two of your trainees have already arrived. You should familiarize yourselves with each other. Tong Ye will arrive later. You should go in on your own. My S value is not high enough. "
"Okay, thank you." Gu Jun raised his hand to knock on the door before pushing it open and walking in.
It was a spacious activity room. The four walls were painted with old and yellowed white paint. There were some miscellaneous items in the corner, and there was a portable whiteboard. In the middle of the activity room, there were three wooden chairs that formed a triangle facing each other. Two people were already seated there.
Gu Jun looked at them. One of them was a woman in her early twenties, and the other was a boy about ten.
The boy had his head lowered, and his body seemed stiff and clumsy; the woman, since she was facing the door, was looking at him.
"Hello, I am Gu Jun." Gu Jun took the initiative to greet them as he walked over. "Erm, this appearance of mine … is just a safety measure to prevent me from contagious diseases. But I am a doctor, a clinician from the Eastern State Medical Department. "
"Oh, it's salty …" the woman whispered to herself. Her light red lips seemed to be tasting something. "Her voice is also salty." She had an exquisite and slender figure with short hair. She looked very beautiful and quick-witted. Her jet-black eyebrows were raised like swords, and her pair of beautiful big eyes had an unusual expression.
Gu Jun was puzzled. What did this mean?
"Oh, sorry." The woman stood up and extended her hand to him. "My name is Wu Shiyu. I'm a Grade G member of Shen Hai City's Antiquities Department. I'm a painter."
"Hello." Gu Jun shook hands with her.
Not every branch had an Antiquities Department. This was because the Archaeology Department was usually responsible for archaeology, and the identification and research of antiques were also done by the Archaeology Department and the Scientific Research Department. The Department of Antiquities was a supplementary department that was only set up in a large city like Shen Hai City. He didn't really understand the details of its work.
With this handshake, Wu Shiyu yelped in pain. She yanked her hand back. Her wrinkled face broke out in cold sweat. "You … who are you …"
"What?" Gu Jun was confused. What was she doing? She would not be sitting here.
"I have synesthesia. I was born with it." Wu Shiyu was still sucking in a cold breath from the pain. "Your doctor said it's a mental illness, but I'm fine. It's just that I have synesthesia that is different from normal people. When I shook hands with you earlier, it felt like I was holding a knife. That hurts. "
Synesthesia? Gu Jun was instantly reminded of some of the knowledge about psychiatry and rare diseases that he had learned during his training.
First, 'synesthesia' was a psychological phenomenon that all human beings had. For example, the feeling that color gave off could be categorized into warm and cold colors.
When one saw red, one would be alerted and alert; when one heard music, one would feel warmth, sadness, and many other emotions.
These feelings were actually the human's own psychological perception and not something real. For example, if you asked a mouse to listen to Beethoven, the mouse would only think it was noisy.
This was called synesthesia. Compared to normal people, synesthetics of patients with synesthesia were completely chaotic and disordered. Listening to sounds would produce a sense of taste, eating would feel like listening to music, holding hands would feel like holding a scalpel …
"There's a layer of protective gear between us." Wu Shiyu shrugged helplessly. "If I held your hand directly, I'd be done for."
"Then you're saying that my name and voice are salty?" Gu Jun understood now.
Names could produce synesthesia, especially Chinese names. 'Wu Xiaohong' was unlikely to make people feel like it was raining, but 'Wu Shiyu' could.
Wu Siyu, on the other hand, was able to sense everything, and it wasn't just a simple association, but a real experience.
"You heard it." Wu Shiyu rolled his eyes and made a face. "It's very salty, like I've eaten a handful of salt."
'Hehe,' Gu Jun grumbled internally. 'It's probably because you're a salty fan. My name is so cool …'
He sat down on the empty chair and looked at the boy. "How do you do?"
"My, my name is Xiao Xu." The boy still had his head lowered and did not move. He did not make eye contact with them. "I know math …"
"Xiao Xu has Asperger's, he was born with it." Wu Shiyu explained. He did not sound like it was anything special.
"Oh, I understand." Gu Jun nodded. No wonder Xiao Xu's limbs were so stiff.
Asperger's Syndrome (AS) was a psychiatric condition. The cause of its onset was unknown, but it was also known as a type of genius disease. Some patients would display extraordinary intelligence and talent in a certain field. Einstein might have Asperger's Syndrome.
However, patients with AS might also have physical rigidity, difficulty in socializing, language communication, and other clinical symptoms.
Gu Jun was not too sure about this. In any case, it was not the behavior and thought process of a normal person.
After the introduction, the activity room quieted down. The three sat on the chairs and faced each other, each with their own thoughts.
Gu Jun was confused. There was no way there would only be three members. If the three of them were the selection criteria …
A child with AS, a patient with synesthesia, and a patient with brain stem tumor all had S values below 60.
What was going on? What kind of Special Mobile Force is this?
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