Did the world end today?

Chapter 168 You are Zhang Liming, then who am I?

Decoding the Mnemosyne technology is now urgent.

If Zhang Liming has become a target of the Lanshi Project, then it is very likely that the project has expanded to an extremely dangerous level.

The victims cannot be only Amir, nor only David and Zhang Liming.

More scholars and researchers may also fall within the scope of this plan.

They must be protected—but the problem is, without understanding the fundamental principles of Mnemosyne technology, even protecting them is meaningless!
How exactly was Amir affected?
How was he mentally controlled?
Lin Xu wasted not a second. He first notified the National Security Bureau to take Zhang Liming to Nanjing for protection, and then took David directly to Ayana's interrogation room.

"This person is the key to Mnemosyne technology."

"Mnemosyne technology?"

David paused slightly.

"You mean the kind of mind control technology Amir experienced?"

"Yes."

Lin Xu nodded, while David frowned and said:
"I can't understand it."

"How could there possibly be a technology in this world that can precisely intervene in a person's memory?"

"Memory Imprinting Technology".

Lin Xu began to speak:
"By manipulating NMDA receptors, we can decode the sparse coding in the memory process, and then interfere with the corresponding synapses through special means and perform precise pruning in order to affect memory."

"what?"

David was stunned.

No, you really know that?
If you already know what happened, then why did you call me here?

Looking at the woman before him, David remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke:
"If that's the logic, then we first need to find a standard subject that can be decoded."

"For example, an individual with relatively low competitive inhibition."

"But such individuals are not easy to find."

"Current research shows that the competitive inhibition of memory imprints is indeed low in patients with schizophrenia, but it is not low enough to cause perturbations below a researchable threshold."

Lin Xu nodded slightly.

"What if it's an extreme case of dissociative identity disorder?"

"For example, does she have more than 10 different personalities, and is there a corresponding balance between each personality?"

"That is indeed a favorable factor."

David looked thoughtfully at Ayana behind the one-way mirror, then suddenly shook his head again and said:
"But this still doesn't explain the problem Amir is facing."

"It's impossible for him to be influenced without his knowledge—these techniques must be achieved through complex means."

"Subsequently, multiple collaborations involving drugs and equipment will be needed, and the intervention period will not be short."

That's right.

This is precisely Lin Xu's biggest problem right now.

If Mnemosyne technology requires equipment and drugs, how exactly are these "initial victims" affected?

Through a high-dimensional channel?

However, the influence of higher-dimensional channels is limited. It's a simple principle: you cannot influence someone who has never entered a higher-dimensional channel through a higher-dimensional channel.

The answer can only be found in Ayana.

Thinking of this, Lin Xu spoke up:
"If you are willing to cooperate, we will grant you access."

"You will be working with our top neuroscience experts to study this woman named Ayana."

"She is a rare, even unique, case."

"That's exactly why you came to China, isn't it?"

"Does this also mean that I will completely lose my freedom?"

David's eyes flickered.

Even now, he still can't fully accept this fact.

My fate took a turn when I turned 60.

They were suddenly thrust onto a path they had never imagined.

The young man before her, like a supreme ruler, planned his own destiny and offered a seemingly selective but actually unquestionable "advice".

So who is he?
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Whoever he is, he clearly represents the will of the highest authority in this country.

Before them.
There was no room for resistance.

David clenched his fist unconsciously.

He looked at Lin Xu and said:
"I accept."

"I accept the cooperation."

"But I have a question."

"Why does it have to be me?"

"You have no shortage of neuroscience experts who are better than me. Given the information we already have, their research might be faster than mine, right?"

"This is a safety net measure."

Lin Xu answered without hesitation:

“We know that 20 years later, you have become one of the key figures in the Mnemosyne technology and an important operator.”

"That's very likely. You do have some kind of quality that can drive the rapid development of this technology."

"Whatever this trait may be—it might just be a fleeting thought."

"But, we'll take the plunge whether we have the chance or not, right?"

The way this was said in English had a unique comedic quality, leaving David both amused and exasperated.

How should I describe this young man's attitude towards me?
Disdain?
Not really.

He actually values himself quite a bit.

To be precise, it was a kind of...
Strong self-confidence.

He is willing to make certain compromises for his goals.

But if you're unwilling to cooperate, he doesn't care.

Because he knew for certain that they could do it on their own.
David reached out his hand to Lin Xu.

"Then, happy cooperation?"

"When can I start my research? What about my family?"

"We will do our best."

Lin Xu replied:
"Unless you are prepared to trade your life for your family's, remaining silent is your best option."

"The more you remain silent, the safer your family will be." "Understood."

David said no more.

He turned to look at Ayana in the one-way mirror and said:
"If so-called 'mind control,' or 'neural Trojan horse,' must be achieved through her..."

"Then I suspect that she is not a sample at all."

"She should be considered a kind of 'mediator,' or even a catalyst in the experiment."

"Perhaps we can try starting research in this direction."

catalyst?
intermediary?

Based on the available information about the Mnemosyne technology, Ayana does appear to have indeed played such a role.

But how exactly did they do it?

Regardless, let's talk to Zhang Liming first.
Two hours later, Zhang Liming flew from Lanzhou to Nanjing.

The first thing he was done after getting off the plane was to be taken to Lin Xu's office.

He still dressed in a clean and simple Chinese style, not like a high-energy physics researcher, but more like one of those so-called "reclusive masters" on short video platforms who promote traditional Chinese medicine and health preservation.

Of course, Zhang Liming is different from them.

Strictly speaking, he was indeed a reclusive master.

Upon seeing Lin Xu, he greeted him with a broad smile and shook his hand, then said:

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings, Mr. Lin, thank you for your trouble."

"I heard from the security department a couple of days ago that the security situation is not good recently, and I guessed that it might affect our group."

"I didn't expect to receive the message today, requesting a transfer."

"How are you now? Are you alright?"

"It should still be under control."

Lin Xu nodded and replied:
"The main reason for asking you to come here is for the sake of safety – there shouldn't be any direct security threats."

“I’m worried that they might use some unknown means to influence you.”

"What means?"

Zhang Liming asked curiously:

"Shall we open the altar and dispatch troops?"

"What is that thing?"

Lin Xu was baffled.

Zhang Liming laughed and replied:
"It's a Taoist method, which, in layman's terms, is to use some mysterious forces in the field of mysticism to attack a target."

"For example, if I don't like the top leader of the US, I'll send a group of troops to attack him and drive him insane or something."

Good guy.
what is this?
Chinese Mnemosyne technique?
What do you mean by different paths leading to the same destination?

Seriously? With the emergence of higher-dimensional channels, even this kind of thing is about to become a reality?
Seeing that Lin Xu's expression was a little strange, Zhang Liming on the other side quickly explained:
“Sending troops is a feudal superstition. In fact, it cannot be found to have any credible basis, whether from religious theory or quantum physics.”

"I'm just saying this for fun, so just take it as a joke."

Lin Xu was finally relieved.
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If true Taoist magic were to become real, then one's worldview would truly collapse.
"So did the National Security officers tell you the specifics? For example, what kind of dangers might there be?"

"said."

Zhang Liming nodded.

"Ayana, the goddess of memory, higher dimensions, mind control, that's about it."

"That's why I came here so quickly, I wanted to see the real person."

"Ayana, is she here?"

"exist."

Lin Xu was slightly taken aback, and asked in return:
"Should we see her now?"

"I want to see him."

Zhang Liming replied:

“I always felt that after meeting him, we would have a breakthrough.”

"Is this some kind of spiritual intuition?"

"Of course, I'm not talking about those metaphysical concepts."

"I have a vague feeling that I have figured out many of the clues."

"But right now, these clues are only in my subconscious. I have to wait until I see her to put them together."

"Then go!"

Lin Xu nodded decisively.

Without hesitation, the two got into the car and headed straight for the interrogation room.

This was the second time Lin Xu had brought people to the interrogation room that day. Ayana was already lying down to rest. Zhang Liming stood behind the one-way mirror and observed for a moment before saying:

"I want to go in and talk to her directly—face to face."

"no problem."

Lin Xu gestured for Qin Feng to open the interrogation room door, and then the two of them went into the interrogation room together.

"Ayana".

Lin Xu greeted her, and Ayana sat up, still somewhat bewildered.

"Hello, Ayana, I am Zhang Liming."

Zhang Liming took the initiative to speak.

Ayana's expression subtly changed.

Then, she stood up and said:
"Hello, Ayana, I am Zhang Liming."

???

Lin Xu looked at the two people having a conversation with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Liming seemed unsurprised by this.