Chapter 2310: 2365 Where do you come from? 8

Chapter 2310 2365 Where did you come from? 8
Lonely Shan straightened up, lowered his head and squinted at him. It seemed that a layer of self-defense system fell apart. His memory no longer had a firewall. As expected, he would no longer have the ability to resist when he died. He could easily read his information. memory.
It seems that a dead person is easier to speak than a living person, and he was really wasting his tongue just now.
However, after death, the cells of the whole body will die quickly. The first thing to die is the brain cells. Generally, the brain cells of a person die in batches 3 minutes after death. When all the brain cells die, he cannot read him again. Memory in brain cells.
In fact, the death rate of hippocampus and brain epidermal cells is faster, and it can't last as long as 3 minutes. At most one minute, in fact, it only has more than 40 seconds, and it loses physiological activity. He has already wasted seven or eight seconds. .
Lonely Shan is like a hungry traveler in the desert, quickly flipping through all his memories stored in the hippocampus and cerebral cortex.
But the memory of this round-faced man is pitiful, dating back to the earliest memory, ten minutes before he crossed, in a position similar to the cockpit, he and another soldier were well equipped and ready to go.
The previous memory, no more, is blank. It must have been erased all the memory in the other world before departure. Who is this to guard against? Lonely Shan sneered, besides guarding him, who else can he guard against? Afraid of him reading it out?
They were sitting in the cockpit with instructions coming from their headsets, the voice heard by the round-faced man.
"You are soldiers. The mission of a soldier is to obey orders. Now you need to go back to the past and complete the mission. The content of the mission is in your pocket..."
After a period of assignments, the voice suddenly changed, and it seemed that it was no longer addressed to the round-faced man, but...
Lonely Shan's face sank, the voice was speaking to him.
"Goodness, I know, you must have a way to read their memories, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, I don’t mind, I can tell you my purpose is not to make you feel better, the instructions I gave them is to kill you Woman, or you accept the woman they choose for you. If they can’t complete the task, I will send someone over, batch after batch, or even an entire army, until the task is completed. I know you are very upset now, then No wonder I, I am waiting for you to live to see me, I am here, time and space shuttle command center, waiting for you to come to me to settle the account!"
Lonely Shan read this voice, furious, and directly exploded in foul language: "I am the grass! The mud!"
"I know, you must be scolding me now. Congratulations to the woman who helped me. From now on, she has won the jackpot. If she knows her, she will leave you, otherwise her fate will be a place where there is no burial!"
The man’s voice stopped abruptly, and the next moment came the voice repeated by the standard mechanical female voice:
"This is the Space-Time Shuttle Command Center. The Space-Time Wormhole is about to open. Please be ready to go!"
"This is the Space-Time Shuttle Command Center. The Space-Time Wormhole is about to open. Please be ready to go!"
"This is the Space-Time Shuttle Command Center. The Space-Time Wormhole is about to open. Please be ready to go!"
"The countdown begins..."
"5..."
"4..."
"3..."
"2……"
"1……"
The memory of the round-faced man in another world was interrupted again, and immediately, it was his memory in this world. In the courtyard of their old house, May 18, 2017, it was the afternoon of the day when the TV malfunctioned.
(End of this chapter)