Suddenly, the back stopped, as if he knew someone was watching him.

He turned his head and showed a very disgusting face. He tilted his head and walked under the monitor with curiosity, staring at the camera.

Everyone felt inexplicably nervous when they saw this strange smiling face close to the screen. Although everyone knew that this was impossible, there was a feeling that this person was staring at him through a monitor.

Mr. Zou looked at Chen Xiao on the screen with an extremely gloomy face.

"It's him again!"

As early as the mission in the orphanage, Mr. Zou had already felt Chen Xiao’s strangeness, but after carefully reading his medical records and archives, he found that this was just a mental patient with a relatively complicated condition. In his worldview that he had experienced countless strange and incomprehensible things and was shaped by, such a person was simply ordinary.

At this moment, Mr. Zou stared at the ugly smiling face and the look that could not be understood at all on the screen.

Even though all the information says that he is ordinary, how could this kid be ordinary?

"Report! The surveillance video of the D-level area has been resolved!"

A staff member hurried over and handed over a piece of materials!

Mr. Zou waved his hand and signaled that he had no time to watch it now.

"Speak directly!"

The staff member nodded and began to report on the incident.

In fact, the entire "Class D containment area" is surveillance everywhere, so all the situations from Chen Xiao's walk out of the cell until now have been recorded.

As the staff reported, Mr. Zou's brows became deeper and deeper.

......

"Then now, no one can get close to D-391?" Mr. Zou asked after hearing the report.

The staff member was obviously anxious, but he could only shake his head helplessly: "D-391's abnormal detection has reached level C. Now, let alone approaching him, anyone who enters the radius of ten meters in his position will immediately lose consciousness."

Speaking of this, the man added: "And, this range is gradually expanding!"

Mr. Zou whispered in anger: "Damn it!"

The fact that things have developed to this extent does not mean that the organization does not have the means to effectively deal with such emergencies. In fact, almost all items contained here will have corresponding "remedial measures". For example, hypnosis, closure, immediate execution, and even more so, some more dangerous items will be destroyed immediately as long as they are out of control, and even the staff in it will be included.

This organization has never been lenient on such issues.

However, the old man with the number "D-391" really doesn't have any "remedial measures" because he is really... too weak. Even if he really runs out one day, any aunt from a street office can subdue him by taking a broom.

After talking about the "remedial measures", let's talk about the "abnormal hierarchy mutation", and this is why this incident made Mr. Zou helpless.

What does this "analysis level mutation" mean? It is probably...it's its literal meaning. It means that the abnormal level of a thing suddenly changes! (nonsense) the direction, span, degree of danger, etc. of change are uncertain. It is possible to say that it can go from D to S, or it can go from S to an ordinary item.

Then someone asked, why can the exception level be mutated but there is no precaution against it?

The reason is very simple. The probability of this "abnormal level mutation" is very small. How small is it? It is probably the same as the probability of you waking up early in the morning to find that you have a girlfriend.

So, with this and its tiny chance that it would be almost equal to none, this organization could not prepare special "remedies" for every item!

If you take a step back, even if you really ignore the human resources, material resources, or the condemnation of your superiors, and the contempt of your colleagues around you, you will want to be foolproof. But what kind of strange things will change in the direction of strange things.

In fact, there are so many explanations, just to explain that in the entire "D-level containment area", there is really nothing we can do with this little old man!

At this time, another staff member finally brought the "D-391" file over.

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Project number: D-391

Containment Procedures:

1. D-391 (hereinafter referred to as the "Target") should be contained in a standard humanoid object storage room in Biological Research Area No. 15. The interior of the storage room has now been converted into a residential environment where they have lived for many years in accordance with the "Target" requirements.

2. The "target" has been determined to have no possibility of posing a threat, so it does not require special "remedial measures" and guards to take care of them. Daily necessities, such as tea, newspapers, etc., can be provided to the "target" after the security personnel agree.

3. This goal requires the opportunity to contact a healthy adult who is not threatening once a day, which is called "eating".

Description: "D-391" is a 58-year-old Asian man. The appearance of the "target" is not surprised (or slightly obese) than other ordinary men of the same age. He suffers from diabetes and mild fatty liver. Its specificity is that most normal foods cannot give the "target" the feeling of fullness. After repeated verification (see Appendix-1 for details), the only thing that can relieve his hunger is the only human "memory".

Through observation, when the "target" eats, the muscles in the mouth and cheeks can be stretched to a maximum extent, reaching a circle-like shape with a radius of 20 cm. In the sub-morphology, the target will put the entire head and neck of the "eating person" into the mouth and wrap it, and at the same time, make sucking actions.

In this state, most of the memories will pass through extremely fast speed, and after the "eating" is over, they will be in a coma for at least 10 hours. After the "eating" wakes up, they will forget most memories from the age of 10 to 13. Such memories do not include normal cognition, habits that have been formed, and do not affect intelligence. (See Appendix-2 for details)

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Appendix-1:

Agent ██: In other words, these ordinary foods can provide the energy you need for life. What you mean by "discomfort" is actually the feeling of "hungry"! Right?

Goal: No, this feeling is more fierce than hungry. You know, when you are hungry, it feels like it is in the stomach, and my feeling is in my mind. It keeps urging me to eat something. In fact, it is very painful. You can understand it as the feeling that you are holding up a urination, but you can't get rid of it no matter what.

Agent ██: Uh...well, that's really painful. Next topic! You once said that although you can't read these memories, you can taste different memories and taste different flavors. Can you tell me in detail?

Goal: Uh, this is not clear. These tastes are not as good as sweet, bitter or spicy as it is, so it is difficult to describe them. Just like if you don’t use the word “sour” to describe sourness, then you basically can’t describe it, right?

Agent ██: Well, then can I tell you what it felt like after eating a pigeon during the last experiment?

The target was a little annoyed, and then he retching a few times and refused to cooperate...

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Appendix-2:

Agent ██: Hi, hello!

Eater: Well. (The expression seems very confused.)

Agent ██: What do you remember the most now?

Eater: My sister and I were having a snowball fight in the yard, but...

Agent ██: Keep saying, don't hesitate.

Eater: Although this memory is like yesterday, I grew up and I know that I should look like this when I grow up.

Agent ██: Can you tell me how you feel now?

The person being fed: (Thinking hard)... It seems like I have been jumping for more than ten years. Yesterday I was only less than 1.5 meters tall, but today I was already full of beard. And I obviously learned a lot of things, such as I now know the daily limit algorithm of "Anke Securities", but I probably haven't touched this thing at all.

......

......

Next, there are still a few left in this file, but Mr. Zou didn't want to read it anymore. He threw the file aside and whispered to himself: "The fallen guards are very similar to the "eating people" described. In other words, can "D-391" directly absorb memories within a certain range after mutating?"

He looked up at the big screen. At this moment, Chen Xiao was sitting on the ground, kicking a guard's shoulder with his feet, desperately trying to pull his helmet off.

"Why does this kid seem to be unaffected at all..." Mr. Zou thought to himself: "Because "D-391" does not absorb the memories of mentally ill people? After the matter is handled, we must study him carefully."

"When will that damn remote-controlled robot that can fire anesthesia guns be sent here!!" Mr. Zou yelled.

A staff member seemed very panicked and stammered, "There are still... 20 minutes! But, but..."

"Say! Don't be too long-winded!" Mr. Zou's tone was obviously telling people that he was very angry at this moment.

"D-416 is not far from room D-391. This kid has just been tamed for a while... Uh, you know, that range is waiting to be expanded!"

Mr. Zou patted his forehead very hard, his lips pursed tightly. He knew that the child who could play with fire code-named "D-416" was very troublesome. If his memory was absorbed, he might cause some trouble.

On the screen, with Chen Xiao's unremitting efforts, he finally pulled off the guard's riot helmet and was happily putting it on his head.

Mr. Zou looked at him and took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down.

"Connect the communication in that corridor!" he said. Although he was reluctant to do so, at this moment, it seemed that this was the only way to quickly resolve the incident.

......

Meanwhile, in the corridor of the Class D containment area.

Chen Xiao was calmly fiddling with the shotgun in his hand...

Suddenly, the sound of the microphone being connected in the corridor, and then a sound came.

"Hi!"

Chen Xiao heard it directly. Mr. Zou was talking, but he didn't care, but just started pulling the guard's shoes down again.

"Let's tell me a long story, I want you..." Mr. Zou said

"No!" Before he could finish speaking, Chen Xiao interrupted him directly, then lifted up the protective glasses on the explosion-proof helmet and chuckled at the surveillance camera beside him.

"I! Reject!"

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Chapter completed!