Facing the dreamlike mist behind the door, Shang Jianyao walked in without hesitation.
What came into his eyes was a small room.
This seemed to be a conference room, with a light-colored rectangular table in the middle, surrounded by a dozen matching chairs. To the left were white walls and a brown door, and to the right was a row of windows, but it was pitch black outside, and nothing could be seen.
As Shang Jianyao looked around, a figure emerged on each chair.
Their faces were blurred, some male and some female. Some had laptops in front of them, while others had notebooks open, with a pen resting on them.
"A meeting..." Shang Jianyao happily walked over, trying to join in.
Just then, a man stood up and walked to the front of the conference table, projecting the content of his computer onto the screen.
The next second, he said in the Ashlands language:
"We can see that these two chiral molecules have completely different biological activities..."
Shang Jianyao was stunned, opened his mouth, and couldn't interject.
In the following meeting, those figures took turns speaking and discussing intensely, but Shang Jianyao, who had always actively participated in similar activities, seemed to have turned into a human-shaped wooden stake, standing foolishly beside the white rectangular table.
After an unknown amount of time, he screamed and rushed towards the door of the conference room.
But no matter how much he pulled with his hands and kicked with his feet, or how violently he rammed, the door remained motionless, as if it had been welded directly onto the wall.
Unable to succeed, Shang Jianyao retreated a distance, materialized a grenade launcher, and pulled the trigger on the door.
Boom!
In the violent explosion, the door of the conference room remained intact.
Shang Jianyao became more and more courageous and tried various methods, but all failed to break out of the door.
Throughout the process, the figures beside the conference table did not react at all, still exchanging and discussing academic issues.
Shang Jianyao gasped for breath, covered his ears, and retreated back to the "205" room.
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The next morning, while preparing breakfast, Jiang Baimian asked Shang Jianyao:
"Did you explore '205' last night?"
She didn't avoid Du Heng, thinking of using a sincere attitude to get some wool, no, seek guidance.
"I explored it." Shang Jianyao looked pained and terrified. "It's too terrible, too terrible. This is the most terrible room I've ever seen!"
"What exactly did you encounter?" Jiang Baimian saw that this guy was lively and kicking, and didn't seem to have suffered too serious negative effects.
Shang Jianyao replied with a ghostly expression:
"The people in the dream were holding an academic discussion!"
"What's so scary about that?" Jiang Baimian asked in confusion.
Could it involve some terrifying, bloody, and cruel experiments?
Shang Jianyao's face was filled with grief:
"The horror is that I can't understand it at all!
"They said it was the Ashlands language, and it was the more common kind, but I couldn't understand it at all and couldn't participate!"
This is too terrible, too terrible!
The corners of Jiang Baimian's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly:
"Can you repeat what they were saying? Pick out what you remember."
"I couldn't understand it at all, how can I remember the content?" Shang Jianyao looked embarrassed. "I only remember something about chiral molecules, levorotatory, dextrorotatory, polarized light, biological activity, drugs..."
He also described the overall scene of the conference room.
Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:
"This is content related to biomedicine. It's normal that you, who studied electronics, don't understand it."
Before she could continue, Shang Jianyao had already looked at Du Heng, who was sitting on a rock waiting for breakfast:
"Teacher Du Heng, what do you think, how should I break through such a dream or explore it in depth?"
Du Heng smiled:
"How do you know it's a dream and not a psychological shadow?"
Because it's the room of a Ruling Year... Jiang Baimian muttered in her heart.
Shang Jianyao didn't have any trouble explaining and said directly:
"Just treat it as a dream."
Du Heng's question just now seemed to be casual, and he didn't care about the answer at all. He smiled and said:
"According to the scene you described, there are only two ways to break through or continue to move forward. Either find a way to open the door, or join the discussion, point out the errors in the academic exchanges of those people, or solve the problems that are troubling them."
"I've tried it, the door can't be opened at all!" Shang Jianyao showed a fearful expression. "And what they're discussing, I can't understand at all!"
Since he couldn't understand it at all, he definitely couldn't find mistakes or help solve problems. For Shang Jianyao, this was like asking a blind person for directions.
"This is not something I can solve. I can only understand the words you just mentioned." Du Heng comforted. "It's okay to just change the room. There are plenty of rooms in the 'Corridor of the Mind'."
"No." Shang Jianyao shook his head firmly. "That room is very important."
Jiang Baimian considered it and said:
"I still have some research on biomedicine. How about this, you go in and listen in every day, record the relevant content, and relay it to me. I'll see what problems they're discussing."
"What if they exchange different content every time?" Shang Jianyao asked.
Jiang Baimian frowned:
"Change to a problem in biomedicine every time? Is the owner of '205' a 'why' factory?"
Moreover, why would the Ruling Year of February, "Dawn," dream of such a scene?
Before the Old World was destroyed, was his Incarnation an expert in biomedicine?
-- With Du Heng next to her, Jiang Baimian didn't directly say it was "Dawn's" room.
At this time, Du Heng said with a smile:
"My experience is that the dream corresponding to the 'Mind Room' is different every time, because everyone encounters different things every day.
"However, if it is a long-term dream, its content will show repetition, cyclicality and other characteristics.
"You don't have to worry if you hear a different academic discussion next time you go in. After a few times, it will return to the original one."
Strong people who have entered the "New World" and are in a state of sleep in reality will also have dreams that last for a long time.
Shang Jianyao said sadly:
"What if I can't tell if there's any repetition?
"I can't understand anything!
"And I can't remember so much content at once."
This is the sadness of an "illiterate."
Jiang Baimian exhaled and said:
"Ants moving house."
"Yes, take your time, don't rush." Du Heng also gave the same advice.
After breakfast, Jiang Baimian asked Du Heng:
"Teacher Du Heng, can you drive?"
"Yes." Du Heng replied. "However, sometimes, walking is more convenient than driving."
Jiang Baimian laughed:
"Then please drive later, Teacher Du Heng, and I'll give directions so that he can catch up on some sleep."
He was referring to Shang Jianyao, who had been on duty for the hours before dawn.
"You give directions?" Shang Jianyao looked terrified.
Jiang Baimian secretly ground her teeth:
"I'm just telling Teacher Du Heng the location of the target and the corresponding coordinates. How to drive specifically is up to Teacher Du Heng."
"No problem." Du Heng smiled casually, ending the "dispute."
In the following week, the jeep drove very slowly, and the distance traveled each day was limited.
Shang Jianyao entered the dream of the Ruling Year "Dawn" again and again, "getting" the content of the discussion into reality piece by piece through rote memorization.
-- He was lucky. That dream was always repeating the same academic problem discussion.
Seeing that the Eighth Research Institute headquarters was not too far away, Shang Jianyao finally completed the task.
During rest, Jiang Baimian, who had completed the last piece of the puzzle, held the stack of papers and nodded gently:
"I already know what problem they're discussing.
"They are developing a drug that can penetrate the blood-brain barrier and is suspected of treating certain chronic neurodegenerative diseases. They are currently encountering difficulties.
"The point involved is..."
"Oh, oh, oh." Shang Jianyao nodded frequently with an expression of "I completely understand."
Jiang Baimian hadn't talked about professional issues for a long time, and she spoke with great enthusiasm, talking a lot.
Finally, she made a summary:
"Our company is also researching this problem, and it has already been solved. Although there is still a long way to go before the drug is successfully developed, this small problem has indeed been solved."
She then took out a pen and scribbled several pages on the paper in her hand.
Then, she looked at Shang Jianyao and said:
"Memorize it and tell those people in the dream."
"Ah?" Shang Jianyao rarely showed an embarrassed expression.
After cram school-style education, relying on the results of gene modification and the joint efforts of ten people, they entered the "Corridor of the Mind" with confidence and opened the door of the "205" room.
Fearing to forget the answer, as soon as he entered the conference room and saw those figures emerging, he began to recite directly.
After he finished reciting, the conference room fell into an eerie silence.
Those people each had their own actions, either opening software or using paper and pen, busy with their own things, not communicating as frequently as before.
After an unknown amount of time, those who had never paid attention to Shang Jianyao all turned sideways and looked at this guy.
"This idea seems really feasible..." More than one person said so.
Shang Jianyao was overjoyed:
"There's a reaction, there's a reaction!"
He then praised Jiang Baimian:
"Knowledge is indeed power!"