Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 118

[Chapter 118 Born Perverted (23)]

It seems impossible to deal with the brain biologically, which is like a door that the creator closed for people when he created everything in the world. Once such technical problems are overcome, moral and ethical problems will follow one after another. When people’s characteristics can be transformed at will, how far is the world from extinction?

If objective reality cannot be changed, then it is subjectivity that works.

Although there was no explanation in the dream, Song suddenly guessed the possible mechanism of the intelligent program, perhaps this mechanism is to make people feel normal emotions.

A big reason why psychopaths are antisocial is that they cannot empathize with them. The fear of ordinary people and the love of ordinary people are all very foreign things to them. When a person cannot feel these emotions, how can one expect them to cherish them?

Song was fortunate enough to feel that he was able to fight against his stubborn brain for so many years, without being led by those damn injuries.

This may be a direction.

But this direction is far beyond the current level of science and technology. To do it, we have to start from scratch. With Song Que’s own strength, I am afraid that it will be difficult to achieve in his lifetime.

Song Que pondered for a long time by himself, and finally decided to start from now, leaving the results of his ideas, so that after his death, there may be more development. He may not be able to bring the solution to the world, but he can leave the hope of the solution in the world.

This decision was a big deal for Song. His whole person had changed. Even if he wasn’t facing patients, he was no longer so anxious and irritable, and occasionally he was patient enough to make the investigation smooth and beautiful. Yao Lu was not used to the days when she didn’t have to slap the table and scold Song Que.

As Song became more and more busy, Dong Chun and him saw less and less, and only occasionally made an appointment for a consultation, saying that it was a regular review. The result was more like an old friend meeting and reminiscing. After more than ten years of being the most impulsive, Song Que’s mental state has been quite stable, which is one of the reasons why he has reduced seeing a psychiatrist. Of course, busyness is the most important one.

Even though his fear of becoming a perverted murderer has diminished, it doesn’t mean Song has no worries, he’s still a paradox. Obviously there are a lot of meaningful things waiting for him to do, obviously he wants to live as long as possible, waiting for the system to fix the error and return, he still arrests criminals like he is dying, for the kind of people who wander between life and death. Trembling with feeling.

Song couldn’t help but think that if he was fortunate enough to go to the next world and use his original body back, when he came back to see it, it must be a memory that was completely out of control.

Maybe it was because he didn’t have confidence in whether he could die, but Song started writing that damn autobiography when he was forty years old.

He is the most special person in the world, and he suffers because of this special, tortured self-control for more than 20 years. But he still wants to leave something, maybe it can help some people, let some people know themselves bravely, and then fight hard.

If the system doesn’t come back, maybe this is the last mark he left in the world.

That’s fine too.

Song, however, felt that he was quite open.

So for the rest of the years, he divided himself into four parts. Part of it is a psychiatrist who has very limited opening hours and has to make an appointment every day, and has a good reputation. Part of it is a consultant who is enthusiastic about fieldwork with a civilian job, and he compares his skills with prisoners all day long. Part of it is a scholar who is committed to conducting cross-era scientific research and, to put it mildly, leaves a spark of hope for everyone. And the last part, a patient trying to document most of his life, happily writing a book.

Song is very grateful for his excellent memory, which made the book write quickly at the beginning, but after catching up with the progress, the writing is not fast, and there is a risk of falling out at any time.

Song did not wait for the system to return to his death.

At the moment when the soul leaves the body, everything seems so mysterious. Yao Lu, Du Feng, and many others flashed past him with sad faces. Song was surprised to find that he was no longer indifferent, or only slightly moved, but genuinely felt sorry for them. He knew that death was not the end, and that death did not make him suffer, but they didn’t know it, and wept bitterly because of it. Song didn’t want them to be so sad, but it’s a pity that he can’t say it anymore.

“Death is not the end?” A

long-lost voice sounded.

Song was really a little surprised. It was a pity that he couldn’t say goodbye to the system, and said: “Are you here to say goodbye to me, or do you fix the error and continue traveling?” The

system said: “I’m sorry, I’m late. In fact, the error has been fixed long ago, but I have been blocked from this world. I cannot go in and help you. I can only take you away when you are dead.” The

system cannot directly see what is happening in this world. It can observe all this through Song Que’s eyes, until Song Que dies, it can see some things, such as Song Que’s death.

Of course Song will die. Without the system, his physical fitness is no longer only high or low. As he grows, he will also get old, occasionally injured, and the sequelae will be superimposed. He is still not old, and loves the excitement and danger of fieldwork. This ending will come sooner or later. And he obviously realized this, and he was still crazy. In Song Que’s view, no one is to blame for the ending.

But the system didn’t think so, he was very depressed, as if he killed Song Que.

Song asked, “Then we’re like this, is there a progress bar in this world?”

He didn’t really want to know, he just wanted to divert the little guy’s attention.

This method is obviously very effective. The system checked it carefully and found that the previously grayed-out interface was lit up. He excitedly said, “Seventy percent of the progress!”

Song Que: “…hey hey.”

The world is really flying, and he wondered if he had indulged his unhealthy “hobbies” too much.

The system suddenly said: “You still wrote a book?”

Song responded, the system should have just discovered it through him seeing someone sorting out his relics, he nodded and said, “This is my first time as a writer, no. I know how it was written, but I haven’t finished writing the last case.”

Song naturally did not write down all the cases he had experienced and the patients he had treated, but he carefully processed it artistically, and This is noted. After his death, even Du Feng couldn’t help him continue writing, but Song felt a little pity.

The system said again: “You still engaged in scientific research?”

Song felt that the tone was a little subtle, as if he was messing around with it while he was away, but he still admitted generously: “I don’t know if it is feasible for a bit of immature research.”

The system made a decisive decision: “Let’s wait and go, I think your progress bar can be filled.”

Song asked, “I’m dead, can this progress bar continue to be refreshed?”

Then he has a lot of new routines that can be used. .

The system: “!”

It is very alert: “This time the system has made a mistake, so the special compensation given to you is not a routine, you don’t mess around.”

Song is not disappointed, the system has not been pitted for a day or two, he is very used to it .

Song looked at the people who were sad for him, and felt warm and grateful that he could finally have such feelings again.

The system suddenly whispered: “There is another reason, I want to read the book you wrote.”

Song smiled slightly, and his eyes were bent.

After Song Que’s death, those honors need not be mentioned again, and the family’s grief can’t bear to see more. When the memorial service was over, someone would look through the relics one by one and publish this book for Song Que. On the other hand, Xu Changping also reported Song Que’s research, and in addition to applying for the honor he deserved, he sought researchers who could inherit his research path.

Song looked at all this with satisfaction.

The semi-autobiography was published, and the cover was Song Que, who was in his twenties and in his prime. This is Song Que’s own request. It is a careful trick. He intends to sell a few more copies by his face. One hundred more people see, maybe he can really help one more person.

Everyone who has had a relationship with Song has read the book. As a writer, Zhang Yuanyuan, who is already a little famous, posted a long Weibo. She did not deliberately provocative, but just wrote down her memories. She misses Song the most. and grateful.

The last sentence of the long Weibo: “He said in the book that he was a psychopath, but in fact, I have not met anyone better than him. He was the turning point in my life, and he encouraged me to become I am proud of him.”

Zhang Yuanyuan is an excellent writer, and he is best at touching people with affection, not to mention that this is not fictional The love of stories and fantasies, but a past event that really exists in the world.

This Weibo post by Zhang Yuanyuan was the best publicity, and it spread like a virus. Everyone read Song Que’s semi-autobiography with anticipation, and when they read the last page, they closed the book with tears in their eyes.

Song Que’s experience, Song Que’s honor, and Song Que’s scientific research achievements have all been slowly found out by everyone, and have been forwarded by major marketing accounts to let everyone know that there has been such a person in this world.

There are also some patients who have been treated by Song but never thought that they would see the news of the former doctor’s death on Weibo, and did not expect that Song has done so many amazing things in addition to being a psychiatrist. The help they had received became clear again in this atmosphere, and many patients did not hesitate to share their experience with others, because they had completely recovered, and the fear and sadness they once had no longer bothered them. All they want to do now is join the others in mourning the great psychopath—so Song keeps calling himself in the book.

In the midst of such a craze, another thing was pushed to the table naturally.

Someone decided to make a movie based on Song Que, and the name was “Born to Be Perverted”. Song Que’s autobiography was the best material, and all other experiences were sorted out by netizens one after another.

Almost at a glance, the director imagined the scene he wanted to shoot in his mind and shuddered deeply.

The director is one of the best directors, and the screenwriter is one of the best screenwriters. Even the male protagonist is very picky, and the one with the best acting skills is the one with the best acting skills. horn.

After the filming started, the system said again: “Wait a minute, I want to see your movie.”

And soon after the movie was released, it was not time for the system to decide whether to leave or not. The progress bar of the winner in life was pushed to 100% unreasonably, and before the system squeaked, the two started the transmission.

During the transmission process, Song felt a long-lost dizziness, and the system still had the strength to tease him: “Who in the world doesn’t know you?”

Song Que: “Thank you for the development of modern media.”

The author has something to say: Next The chapter is still the content of this world, the next chapter New World=3=, the healing department

[End of This Chapter]