Chapter 417 (1/2)

For a few days, Li Xinyan has not been idle, his body can not wake up, that is because the outside world paralyzed his body with the test bench, but this does not affect his conscious activities. Tiratemis explained that it was for his body to recover faster. Li Xinyan did not object, but did not agree. After all, his body is not controlled by himself, which still makes him dissatisfied.

Looking at the wireframe tiratimus, Li Xinyan had a few words in his heart: ”parasitic beast”. Tiratimus corrected with blinking eyes: ”parasitic beast”. Because the two people's consciousness is interlinked, Li Xinyan always felt: ”this name is more like a person than that 'virtual laboratory'”, This is tiratimus' evaluation.

After all, this is his new home, and there are many things that need to be sorted out. Li Xinyan belongs to the reconstruction of the body, and there are no pre-set rules. Tiratimus has his own way of operation, which needs to be adjusted to the optimal state, especially the original formula, It needs to be re optimized according to the actual situation here in order to give full play to the efficiency.

In addition, some of the things modified by mysterious forces have not yet been understood, and it takes time to understand.

Li Xinyan continued to work hard to learn his memory.

In fact, in Li Xinyan's view, there are many kinds of things in memory, one of which is called ”skills”. Such things need to be relearned before they can be re linked to consciousness from memory.

From a memory clip back to the line world of the virtual laboratory, Li Xinyan suddenly stopped, hesitating and twisting gently in his hand. Although it doesn't take long to enter a certain memory and read the data of that memory, the accumulation makes him feel a little sleepy, and there is no place to sit on his left and right. Li Xinyan takes tiratimus's staff, puts it under his ass and sits down on the hill. Although he sat down, his mind still lingered on the problems in his heart.

”Memory is sometimes a physical activity.” For a God, it is an instinct to give some concluding remarks at the right time. Tirathamis is holding a section of colorful lines in his hand, forming a specific shape in a thin ground. On that shape, there are several formulas that he can run, just like a worm twisting back and forth.

Li Xinyan shook his head, still thinking.

Why do you always have some strange feelings about the memories you have seen? For example, in the previous memory, he was trying to learn mechanical knowledge. In the classroom, he was listening to the professor's lengthy mechanical principles, but in another memory, he was laughing at the superficiality of mechanical knowledge! From a person who doesn't understand machinery to a mechanical master, is there a large section of memory missing?

If not, how could his memory be polarized?

What's more, the memory behind is vague. I gave it in a laboratory. Where is it? Why are you in the lab?

For another example, there is a memory that he was carrying out a mission with a group of brothers. Behind the rocks in front of him were several mechanical leopards besieging three or five human soldiers. But in another memory, he was standing in front of these mechanical leopards and leading the soldiers to fight against the mechanical leopards in front of him!

How many parts does he have at the moment?

In fact, Li Xinyan has a less serious understanding of what he is now. He's not human. In the depth of his memory, people should not be able to see so many unrealistic things, but he can see.

Of course, this is not clear factual evidence, but an assertion that has been clearly stationed in consciousness. The process of judgment is unnecessary, and it consumes too much energy. Li Xinyan has accepted the result.

It seems not quite right. Although tiratimus has nothing to do with himself and wants to hang up, Li Xinyan's thinking has never left his ears.