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Chapter 591 - 310: Sorry, You Have No Future Anymore! (June Monthly Ticket Additional Release 5/8)_2

Chapter 591: Chapter 310: Sorry, You Have No Future Anymore! (June Monthly Ticket Additional Release 5/8)_2

I just examined Captain Hector’s pineal gland, and it was still pulsating after all his organs had ceased activity.

"I have reason to suspect that it is sending out some sort of preset information contamination in a way we don’t understand."

"This is a bit far-fetched."

Weiner, who had previously been threatened by Brian, interrupted Brian’s words, "If it’s sending contamination all around, you can’t explain how this information contamination is spread through video. Besides, if that were the case, the other soldiers on the warship wouldn’t escape being affected either."

His voice carried a touch of excitement he himself didn’t even notice.

Yet Weiner was indeed very excited at this moment.

He was born into the Liki family, one of the NW’s three founding elite families. With his noble birth, aside from the status he bore, whether it was height, appearance, genetic potential, or talent, he was completely overshadowed by Brian. Now Brian’s words undoubtedly proved that the other’s discovery of the pineal gland as the source of contagion was sheer luck, a blind cat stumbling upon a dead rat.

This gave him a sense of relief.

It was not just Weiner who harbored this sentiment.

Around the conference table, others also revealed similar emotions.

So this guy just got lucky and made the right guess!

But the next moment,

laughter filled with scorn came through the communication.

He mocked, unapologetically:

"The wisdom of mortals!

I’ve said before that the pineal gland can secrete melatonin.

Melatonin is an important substance that controls human sleep, the main component of sleeping pills. Didn’t you know that?

In the surveillance of the soldier who just died, didn’t you see his eyeballs rapidly moving?

Weiner, tell me, what phenomenon is that?

Weiner: Huh?

"How the hell should I know what that phenomenon is!

You didn’t say!"

In fact, the base had already sent the principles to the congressmen. It was just that at the time, Weiner had been busy selecting candidates for conscription and only briefly glanced over it.

Those professional terms also gave him a headache.

So he was somewhat unable to keep up with Brian’s pace.

Seeing his silence, Brian continued with a sneer:

"No worries, considering we are all NW members, let me enlighten you.

It means that before dying, the victims were actually in dreams.

They were dreaming!

Not only that soldier but all other victims before their deaths, all the weird phenomena, were because they were in dreams!

Something in their dreams influenced their nerves, causing them to make the same motions.

Death was the same!

Those eerie dreams led their brains to overwork seriously, just like a computer, running in overload, heating up, and then burning out the CPU and graphics card.

"Idiot, do you understand now?"

On the other end of the watch, there was silence.

Weiner Liki’s face was incredibly ugly, turning red.

He felt as if everyone was looking at him, as if he were a clown.

If there were a crack in the ground at that moment, he might have chosen to crawl in!

..

The corners of Brian’s mouth turned upward more noticeably, almost an undisguised scornful smile: "Sorry, due to the threat of death, I’ve been on edge, and my words may have been a bit intense. Of course, this might simply be due to my own lack of character. I hope you all don’t mind."

After a moment of silence, someone finally spoke up again.

"Understandable," came the voice of Chairman Alpha: "Brian, please continue. It’s fascinating, your talent and keen insight are admirable."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Brian nodded, continuing:

"This phenomenon implies that the pineal gland as an organ truly possesses some kind of sensory and transmitting ability, and is not merely the body’s regulating clock. It’s just that with our current level of biotechnology, we cannot detect this connection.

That is a matter of technology.

So I also can’t show you that mysterious method of transmission.

But it’s good to hypothesize.

I guess this method is a kind of information-bearing frequency."

"An information-bearing frequency?"

Alpha inquired, "Can you explain that statement?"

This was a point not even their base’s researchers had confirmed.

At this moment, Alpha felt some regret for having used Brian as an experimental subject.

This guy was a genuine talent.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Such talent might have already realized they had long known the source of this contamination, and the conscription had ulterior motives.

A talent who has been hurt is no longer a talent but an enemy.

And enemies must be eliminated.

Thinking of this, the slightest hint of pity in Alpha’s heart disappeared.

..

Thousands of miles away, Brian could not see the changing expressions on Alpha’s face.

Unaware, he nodded: "An information-bearing frequency, the simplest is radio, which was also our early mode of communication, but aside from tangible frequencies, there are intangible ones, like this gesture."

Saying so, Brian raised his middle finger towards the empty space in the room.

Conference attendees: ..

With a mischievous smile, Brian chuckled:

"Don’t get me wrong, I’m just giving an example. Look, you all, through monitoring, see my gesture and know what it means. This is also a kind of frequency that carries information.

This frequency, you cannot observe, but it indeed exists.

So I speculate that the human pineal gland has the ability to emit similar information-bearing frequencies, we just cannot observe it with our current methods.

That’s quite normal.

In fact, if we continue to develop, we might see enhancers who can use this ability appear."