Chapter 123: Level Up (2) |
Though he’d already decided to prioritize the “Cognitive Restructuring” talent, Wei Hongsi, staying true to his nature of wanting a full understanding of the test, directed his will onto the “Tin Whistle Performance” skill. What he then saw nearly made him laugh out loud.
[Exchanging “Tin Whistle Performance (Lv.5)” requires 1100 Contribution Points]
[Confirm] [Cancel]
As this selection interface appeared, a line of glowing red text immediately surfaced on top of it.
[Risk Warning!]
This “System” sure had a sense of humor, warning itself.
Wei Hongsi gently shook his head, then suddenly thought of another kind of risk.
The Guide Light Society’s “Death Command” used a specific sound as its trigger. Mu Jie, under hypnosis, used specific sounds as the start and end commands for Shen Qing’s dance demonstration. This showed the Guide Light Society could use auditory cognitive signals as tools or weapons, making it entirely possible to use audio as a carrier for “Psychological Viruses.”
Perhaps this was why they had targeted Shen Qing, or at least one of the reasons.
So being tone-deaf wasn’t always a bad thing. It not only made you immune to all audio-based “Psychological Viruses,” but it could also nullify “Death Commands” triggered by specific sounds.
Was this the real reason for splitting off a second personality, making the main personality tone-deaf?
Thinking this, Wei Hongsi couldn’t help but feel a jolt of shock.
If this were true, then the “System” (or the second personality) encouraging (or prompting) him to deeply involve himself in the Paradise advertisement case made perfect sense. He wasn’t an outsider standing on the sidelines. He had already stepped into the game long ago. How could he possibly stay out of it?
Having lost some of his memories, he wasn’t aware of this, but the “System” (the second personality) knew. That’s why it used that series of tasks to guide him. After all, to break the game, you first needed to fully understand the situation.
Many past choices—like his major in exams, his research direction, and the timing of when he started working—seemed like very independent decisions. But who knew if the second personality had been influencing them all along?
Then again, the second personality was still himself. So saying it was his own choice wasn’t wrong either.
Thus, the memories tied to those four skills likely held very important secrets. But without adequate preparation, rashly unlocking them would pose great risk.
Thinking this through, Wei Hongsi dismissed the “System” panel, opened his eyes, and changed the destination on his phone to the company address. He planned to sort through his thoughts in a work environment.
Originally, cracking the “Death Command” and the “Fuse-Blown Mechanism” was to serve the police and the company, contributing to human society. Now, it was directly linked to his own safety. His motivation had doubled. Only by living well could he make greater contributions to society—there was no conflict there.
Wei Hongsi got out of the car and walked into the Zhiwei Technology Building. He scanned his face to enter the elevator lobby and took the elevator to the 16th floor.
There weren’t many people working on a Sunday. He barely met anyone on the way up. The public office area of Department Two was also sparsely occupied with just a few people, making it feel very quiet.
He got a cup of water from the break room, then sat down in his office, sipping the water slowly while pondering his new research plan.
Before he knew it, he’d finished the cup. Staring at the empty cup, he was stunned for a moment, then came to a conclusion: the food at the General Team’s cafeteria was saltier than the company restaurant’s.
He figured this was probably because of the hot weather. Police officers were constantly out and about, so they needed to replenish more electrolytes.
This led Wei Hongsi to think: if the electrolyte concentration in the blood was diluted, it would prevent nerves from transmitting electrical signals normally. This could cause the brain regions to experience chaotic discharges, disconnections, and overloads. If this condition progressed to its extreme, it would lead to the gradual loss of memory, logic, and self-awareness, ultimately causing brain death.
Looking at the result, it was very similar to the “Fuse-Blown Mechanism.” This could be listed as one of his research topics. He would need some help from people with relevant expertise.
He noted down this idea and continued thinking about other directions.
The office door was knocked. Wei Hongsi looked at the door and said, “Come in.”
The door opened halfway. Yuan Zhenhui poked his head in, a hint of surprise on his face. “Wei… Manager Wei, you’re working here?”
“Yes,” Wei Hongsi said with a smile. “Come on in and sit down.”
Yuan Zhenhui walked in, closed the door behind him, and sat down on the sofa by the door, looking slightly nervous. “Director Yu sent me a notice before leaving on Friday, telling me to come to this office on Monday to meet my new supervisor. I saw the light was on and wanted to come in and ask, but I didn’t expect it to be you.”
Actually, he had somewhat anticipated this—otherwise, he wouldn’t have knocked—but he still found it hard to believe.
Wei Hongsi nodded. He thought to himself, Director Yu sure moves fast. And it was indeed convenient for him to transfer personnel within the department. It seemed a new member would be reporting for duty tomorrow, which would allow for a gradual handover with the Project CDU team.
Since Yuan Zhenhui had come to him voluntarily, he might as well chat with him a bit.
“Are you done with your current work?”
“I was supposed to finish it yesterday, but today Supervisor He asked me to revise some things. It’ll take about another hour.”
Wei Hongsi nodded.
He suspected He Feng had also received the notice from Director Yu and wanted Yuan Zhenhui to squeeze out a bit more value before he left. After all, a Monday transfer didn’t concern a Sunday.
Wei Hongsi had a fairly clear idea of Yuan Zhenhui’s position assignment, so he immediately briefed him on it.
Yuan Zhenhui listened carefully to Wei Hongsi’s requirements and felt he was fully capable of meeting them. He relaxed. As for compensation and such, he hadn’t even thought about it yet. He just felt that anywhere was better than staying in He Feng’s group.
The two chatted for about ten minutes, and then Yuan Zhenhui took his leave. When he left, he seemed to walk with a bit more spring in his step than usual.
Wei Hongsi returned to his own thoughts. At 4:30 in the afternoon, Yu Zhen called him. He asked if he could do a “Spiritual Contamination” diagnosis for three relatively special individuals.
One of these three was Shen Qing. The other two were a movie star and an anchor from Yuecheng TV station.
All three were public figures who received high levels of attention, and they all wanted their privacy protected. The police, considering that if related information leaked, it could cause negative effects, agreed to their request.
Wei Hongsi said it was no problem and asked, “Brigade Head Yu, when would you like to schedule it?”
“It would be best if we could do one tonight,” Yu Zhen said. “Shen Qing and her agent are both very anxious.”
