Chapter 1512
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Chapter 1512 Soul Damage
“What is 1+1 equal to?”
In the narrow room, An Qingyu looked at the serious-faced doctor across from him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
“Are you joking with me?” An Qingyu asked in return.
“I’m sorry, Deputy Team Leader An, these are all necessary questions to test whether your thinking has been affected,” the doctor smiled politely.
“…2.”
“What is 19+18 equal to?”
An Qingyu frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then answered: “37.”
“What is 21 times 9 equal to?”
An Qingyu opened his mouth, as if about to say something, but suddenly froze in place.
His brows furrowed tighter, as if he was struggling to think about something, his face full of effort. Five seconds later, he tentatively spoke:
“189.”
Seeing this, the doctor didn’t continue with arithmetic but directly changed the question:
“Suppose there is a class where students are lined up in a row. Whether counting from the left or right, you are in the fifteenth position. How many students are there in total?”
“There are… there are… 30 people.”
The doctor looked at him deeply, “Pumpkin, grape, cucumber, corn, pea, which one is the most special?”
“Most special?” An Qingyu thought for a moment, “Corn.”
“Why?”
“Because except for corn, all the others grow on vines.”
“Suppose there is a code book where ‘banana apple big pear’ means ‘Wednesday secret attack’, ‘apple sugarcane peach’ means ‘execute secret plan’, ‘orange banana tomato’ means ‘Wednesday’s victory belongs to us’, then what does the code ‘big pear’ mean?”
An Qingyu fell into deep thought…
The doctor nodded slightly, gathered the documents in his hand, and pointed to some building blocks nearby, “It’s okay, I’ll give you a diagram later, and you can use the blocks to recreate it.”
“…Mm.”
…
Lin Qiye and the others watched An Qingyu gradually assembling the blocks on the monitor, standing frozen like stone statues.
“This… how is this possible?” Cao Yuan spoke in confusion, “Those questions, even I could answer them… why can’t Qingyu?”
“What was affected by the soul mutation was not just his legs, but also his brain,” Dr. Zheng slowly explained. “Through our screening questions, we found that his perception of the world hasn’t been compromised, but his logical reasoning and calculation abilities have been severely damaged, likely a side effect on his soul after performing some extremely massive calculation.
Of course, as long as he doesn’t need to perform complex calculations, there shouldn’t be any problems with daily life… however, Deputy Team Leader An’s Forbidden Curse will likely be affected.”
“Logical reasoning and calculation?” Lin Qiye murmured.
It’s worth noting that for the previous An Qingyu, this was absolutely his strong suit. Even calculating Lin Qiye and others’ space-time coordinates was something even the Heavenly Venerable couldn’t do, but he could… now, he had regressed to this state?
“I think Deputy Team Leader An must have already realized this,” Dr. Zheng sighed. “When we first wheeled him into the ward, he told me… he could no longer understand what his ability analyzed. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have taken him for cognitive testing so quickly.”
Lin Qiye and the others stood frozen in place.
At this moment, Lin Qiye suddenly remembered the question An Qingyu had asked him on the way here…
Having lost his logical reasoning ability, [Sole Correct Solution] had completely lost its function. He could no longer analyze anything, or even actively use abilities he had already analyzed. Combined with the loss of sensation in his legs… in this state, he was practically no different from a disabled person.
“Isn’t there any way to cure him?” Jiang Er asked anxiously.
Dr. Zheng shook his head helplessly, “I’m sorry, with our current capabilities, we can’t even understand the special nature of his soul… there really is no way to treat it. The soul is a person’s foundation, not something easily repaired.”
The three stood in place, looking at the figure calmly assembling blocks on the monitor, as the air fell into dead silence.
…
By the time Lin Qiye picked up An Qingyu and returned to their residence, it was already late at night.
Lin Qiye carried An Qingyu on his back from the car and walked straight to the room. The cold wind brushed past their hair, and An Qingyu’s face looked more haggard than before the examination.
“Qingyu, don’t overthink it. Get a good night’s sleep tonight, and leave everything else to me and Cao Yuan,” Lin Qiye comforted him while walking. “We’ll find a way to cure you.”
An Qingyu gave a soft “mm” and didn’t say much more.
Lin Qiye placed him back on the bed, gave a few more instructions, then turned to leave. Jiang Er’s black coffin automatically floated in from outside the door, but after hesitating for a moment, it quietly floated back out.
Half a minute later, Jiang Er’s soul form passed through the wall and nestled beside An Qingyu.
“Where’s your physical body?” An Qingyu asked.
“I… I put myself under the shed in the yard,” Jiang Er lowered her head and said softly. “I was afraid that having a coffin in your room would be… too inauspicious.”
An Qingyu was stunned, then chuckled lightly: “What nonsense are you talking about? We’ve been like this for so long, haven’t we? If having a coffin around was bad luck, I would have died hundreds of times by now.”
“I don’t care, I just don’t want to see myself tonight.”
“…”
Seeing that he couldn’t persuade Jiang Er, An Qingyu could only lie down helplessly, staring at the dim ceiling above. Jiang Er leaned against him, the hazy moonlight passing through her ethereal body, as if coating the bedsheet with a layer of frost.
“Qingyu…”
In the darkness, Jiang Er’s voice suddenly sounded.
“Hmm?”
“No matter what happens, I will stay by your side.”
An Qingyu turned his head to look at Jiang Er’s pure and determined eyes, feeling somewhat dazed.
He virtually stroked Jiang Er’s head, made a sound of acknowledgment, and slowly closed his eyes…
…
Knock, knock, knock—
Bright sunlight shone through the window onto the floor of the room. An Qingyu was awakened by the gentle knocking, opening his eyes groggily.
He didn’t remember how he fell asleep last night, only that he had been lying in bed like a corpse, staring blankly. In his hazy consciousness, he seemed to have started having that dream again… that bizarre dream.
“Come in…” An Qingyu supported himself with both hands, sitting up against the wall.
The door opened, and from the bright living room, Cao Yuan pushed in a large black wheelchair, smiling as he entered An Qingyu’s room.
“Qingyu, look what I got for you!” Cao Yuan patted the back of the wheelchair, speaking excitedly. “The Night Watchmen’s Logistics Department’s specially made combat wheelchair, powered by mental energy, with a top speed of 250 kilometers per hour, and a backup power supply in the back. If you run out of mental energy, it can still run for two more hours on electricity!
With this, even if you can’t walk on your own, you can chase high-speed trains while sitting in a wheelchair!
I had them modify it last night. Don’t be fooled by its size—it’s extremely sturdy. Even carrying you and Jiang Er’s coffin won’t affect its speed at all. There are special fastening straps under the seat that can secure the coffin to the wheelchair, so it won’t fall off due to inertia during high-speed travel.
Besides that, it also has three built-in parachute systems, a thermal imaging enemy detection device, automatic ejection climbing ropes…”
Looking at Cao Yuan standing in front of the wheelchair, excitedly talking non-stop, An Qingyu froze in place.
