The next day, Daina dispatched laborers to transform the Moon Hall into a laboratory. A large number of materials were transported to the square outside the hall and piled up.
Dean was surprised that the technology of this seemingly ancient shelter wasn't backward at all. It actually had electricity. Of course, this electricity was only in the hands of the upper class. It should be a technology brought from the Eastern Continent Empire.
After the transformation of the Moon Hall, Daina devoted herself to the experiment. She called the master of the Scientific Research Institute to be her assistant.
Dean was ordered by Daina not to leave the Moon Hall without permission. He could only wander around the hall and think of a way to escape.
Since he knew that Daina could tamper with his memory, he had been thinking about how to prevent her from tampering with his memory. He did not want to fall into the same situation as the cold-looking youth.
However, no matter how he thought, he felt that there was no solution.
After all, Daina knew how to use electricity to avoid the thunderbird. It could be seen that she could not only access his memory but also grasp all his thoughts.
No matter what plan he had, when she read his memory, she would understand it all.
"My memory should not have been tampered with by her. Otherwise, I would not want to leave her..." Dean sat on the stone railing outside the hall. He looked at the golden-armored guards who were moving materials back and forth in front of him. His eyes were lost in thought.
He repeatedly recalled all the pictures and details that Daina had taken control of this shelter. Slowly, he found the reason. When Daina tampered with his memory, it should have caused a lot of damage or resistance.
This could be seen from the painful expression of the cold-looking youth after his memory was read. He remembered that when he woke up from the hospital bed, there was not much pain. Perhaps it was because of this that Daina did not tamper with Dean's memory. After all, Boro was next to him. If he behaved strangely, Boro would know that she had tampered with his memory.
Later on, he was always the target of Boro's attention. Daina could not find the opportunity to contact him and tamper with his memory.
After that, he was on the run all the way. Daina also did not have the opportunity to make a move on him.
However, when he escaped to the Eastern Continent, Daina had the opportunity to deal with him. However, she did not do it. He did not know the reason.
Was it because she knew that he was unable to escape, so she was not afraid?
Dean couldn't figure it out. Perhaps there was a deeper reason, but no matter what the reason was, it wouldn't be a good thing for him.
"She will be on guard against me after the suppression of my magic marks is over. The best way is to tamper with my memory. I must be on guard in advance." Dean silently thought.
However, it was easy to say, but how could they guard against it?
When Daina wanted to tamper with his memories, his thoughts would be known as well. Even his current thoughts would be understood by Daina, so how could he be on guard against it?
Thinking of this, he felt a wave of sorrow in his heart.
"The memories of my birth have been dug out by her. Even if I make a plan in advance and then forget the plan, it will be detected by her. Damn, she will know my current thoughts and dig deeper …" Dean couldn't help but rub his hair. He wanted to twist his head off. It was too annoying and distressing.
It was useless to think about it. If he didn't think about it, was he just going to sit and wait for death?
He felt even more powerless than when he fell into Boro's hands. At the very least, his thoughts still belonged to him. Even if he cursed in his heart, Boro wouldn't know.
When he was in a restless mood, he suddenly heard a call from the front.
"Young master, young master!"
"Young master, where are you?"
"Young master, come out quickly. Don't scare us."
The voice was not pleasant to hear. It was the voice of an out of shape woman.
Dean was annoyed. He looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy hiding in front of a pile of copper coins. He was dressed in silk and satin clothes. At the moment, he had a smirk on his face, and there was a bit of complacency in his eyes.
"Young master is here." A golden-armored guard who was transporting materials saw the boy and immediately called out to the woman.
The woman was overjoyed and immediately ran over.
When the boy heard someone snitch, he angrily stared at the golden-armored guard. Suddenly, he rushed over, grabbed the guard's hand, and opened his mouth to bite.
The golden-armored guard was a little flustered. He quickly hugged the boy and said, "Young master, don't break your teeth."
The young man struggled relentlessly, brandishing his claws and baring his fangs as he tried to grab his throat.
At this time, the woman had run over and quickly said, "Young master, don't hurt your body."
The young man turned to look at her, then at the golden-armored guard in front of him. Suddenly, he sat on the ground, kicked his legs, and cried loudly. He cried like a child, or more accurately, like a baby.
The woman seemed to be prepared. She quickly took out a candy and a small puppet from her pocket and handed them to him. "Young master, what do you think this is?"
The boy opened his eyes and saw the candy and the puppet. He immediately stopped crying and grabbed them, giggling.
The woman and the golden-armored guard were relieved. The golden-armored guard slightly cupped his hands to the woman and left in a hurry, for fear of getting into trouble again. The woman took the boy and patted the dust off his body. "Young master, listen to me. Let's go back. The candy king is waiting for you. If we don't go back, they will go to war."
When the boy heard her words, he immediately became nervous. He grabbed her hand and ran forward.
"Young master, slow down …" The woman hurriedly shouted.
Dean rolled his eyes as he watched their backs gradually go away. He was bored by this episode. He was about to get up and return to the hall. Suddenly, his mind seemed to be hit by something. He was stunned on the spot.
"Retard … Fool …" He muttered to himself.
"Fool …"
"Fool …"
He muttered to himself. His confused eyes gradually became brighter and brighter. He suddenly thought of an existence – mental illness!
What is mental illness?
Dean had not seriously studied this knowledge, so his understanding was similar to most people. In his opinion, mental illness was a person who was difficult to understand. They were neurotic and had incomprehensible ideas.
Yes, it was incomprehensible!
How could a normal person understand mental illness?
He couldn't help but want to laugh. It was as if he suddenly saw a ray of light in a desperate situation.
"It turns out that her magic mark ability is not invulnerable!" Dean felt that he had accidentally found the flaw of Daina's ability. Although she could read all the memories of others and understand their thoughts, wouldn't Daina herself be disturbed in the process?
The answer was, of course, no.
Dean thought of Daina's arrogant attitude after reading the memory of the cold-looking youth. It was as if she was a monarch who had been sitting on the throne for a long time. This temperament change was very obvious. He didn't notice it before, but after repeatedly recalling these details, he noticed it.
Of course, it was also possible that Daina herself had such temperament. After all, the posture she showed at the beginning had the majesty of a queen. But now it was more obvious.
This discovery could not be used as strong evidence. But Dean also firmly believed in another point of view: when you stared at the darkness for a long time, your eyes would adapt to the darkness.
In common terms, the more you see, the more changes there will be. It was like a person's experience of growth.
People would mature because they had seen more things, and they would also develop different personalities because of different environments. Everyone's memories were based on their own environment. When Daina read the memories, it was equivalent to experiencing such an environment. It was inevitable that there would be some changes to one's personality, and something would be added to it.
What if she saw the memory of a mental illness?
Would she also become mentally ill? Or would she become neurotic?
However, Dean naturally would not let himself become mentally ill. But he could try to make his thoughts as complex and weird as a mental illness. He could conceive all kinds of strange ideas.
When Daina read his memory, these ideas would also flow into her mind and collide with her own world view.
Thinking of this, Dean gradually became excited. This was a divine counterattack!
He began to think hard about the specific implementation process and many strange ideas that would impact Daina's mind.
Time passed unknowingly, and the sky was dark.
When a servant came to inform Dean that it was time for dinner, Dean woke up and found that the sky was dark. He had been sitting here for the whole afternoon!
He patted the dust on his trousers and followed the guard back to the hall. His dinner was left on the table. Daina was sitting in the seat of honor, eating a Chinese special dinner.
Dean saw this familiar meal that he hadn't eaten for a long time. He suddenly felt nostalgic and came to the table to sit down.
"You're an adult. Do you still need someone to order you to eat?" Daina glanced at him after he sat down.
This glance seemed to have a deep meaning, as if she could see through everything.
Dean's heart shivered, but on the surface he looked as usual. He lightly replied, "I'm not afraid to disturb your work." Then he lowered his head to eat.
Daina didn't say anything more. After finishing her own meal, she stretched and said, "Chinese food is really good. It's much more delicious than the ones I used to eat."
"At least it's richer." Dean casually said.
Daina got up and left after finishing her meal. Dean looked at her back, and the excitement in his heart suddenly extinguished. He suddenly realized that there was an obvious loophole in his idea.
Letting Daina read the memory of a mental illness could indeed change her thinking, but it was only a change.
Perhaps this kind of change would make her more violent and crazy.
However, his ending would not change because of this.
Moreover, he couldn't become a real mental illness, which meant that he would self-destruct first.
When Daina read his memory, many of his ideas would be grasped by Daina, including the reasons and purposes of these ideas. She would understand all of them.
Therefore, his afternoon of racking his brains was in vain.
The excitement in his heart was once again extinguished. He felt that the dinner had become tasteless, as if he was chewing wax.
After a very slow dinner, Dean slowly calmed down from his lost and desperate mood. He felt that at least he could try again, or think of other ways.
As long as he didn't give up, perhaps there was a way out.
After comforting himself, he returned to his room and continued to think while slowly falling asleep.
Two days later.
Dean was called by Daina to a separate isolated laboratory in Yangyue Hall. The appearance of this laboratory was not much different from the laboratory in Boro's underground base. Dean's heart sank.
Daina really inherited Boro's idea. Not only did she treat him as an experimental subject, but she also wanted to complete Boro's experiment on him!
"Don't be nervous. I'm just going to install a small thing for you." Daina looked at the gloomy face of Dean. Her expression was very indifferent. She took a prepared syringe from the hand of a gray-haired old man.
Dean looked at the liquid in the syringe. He knew it was anesthetic. He looked numb, didn't speak, and didn't resist.
After the anesthetic was injected, Dean felt that his body gradually became numb. He lost consciousness. Daina put him on the bed and locked his hands and feet.
"Have a good sleep …" Daina took another syringe. The liquid inside was blue.
She injected it into Dean's jugular vein. Soon, a wave of drowsiness hit him.
Dean struggled to open his eyes, but found that it was extremely difficult. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He bit the tip of his tongue. Under the stimulation of the faint pain, he was a little sober. But after a few seconds, endless sleepiness hit him again.
Dean finally couldn't hold on, and his vision darkened.
After an unknown period of time, Dean felt a burst of pain in his brain. He was startled, and his muddled consciousness instantly awakened. Could it be that during the time he was unconscious, his memory was tampered with by her?!
Soon, his tense muscles relaxed again. He felt that he was still hostile to Daina. Based on this alone, he could be sure that his memory should be intact.
The next moment, he felt a slight burning and tearing pain from his neck. He slowly turned his eyes to look. A soft white light shone on his face. Around him, there were several old figures walking back and forth, holding strange materials in their hands.
At this time, Dean noticed that many things in the laboratory had little to do with electricity. Daina didn't seem to be experimenting with making insulating clothes.
One of the old men saw Dean wake up, and immediately turned and hurried away. After a while, Daina's figure appeared beside the bed. She leaned over and looked at Dean. Her neck exposed her chest. She stretched out her soft white hand and touched Dean's forehead. After a while, she nodded and said, "The fever is gone. Not bad. How do you feel?"
Dean thought of what she said before. He slightly opened his mouth, but found that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't recognize it. "You, what did you install in me?"
Daina gently smiled. "It's nothing special. I installed the thing that Bolo was going to install for you. If you want to betray me in the future, this thing will immediately take your life!"
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