The car slowly moved forward, and the lazy voice on the radio began to slowly tell. A police detective named Yi Cunling was investigating a case and gradually discovered the clues of a nursing home that seemed to be using the human body to conduct taboo experiments, because it violates human morality and morality. According to the law, the experiment site was on an island far away from a country under the rule of law. During the investigation, he was accidentally caught by criminals.

　　 "You know, a qualified experimental material is very precious to them, then, what is the final outcome? Here I want to sell it, please listeners look forward to our next program."

　　 Then, there was only a sizzling electric sound in the horn.

　　 Yi Cunling stepped on the accelerator. Now his mind is full of radio content, because some of the details are too familiar to him. For example, the last clue that he tracked was about the location of the island, and so on. Although most of the content was only remembered after he heard it on the radio, he was able to match the front and back. It seemed that all of this was originally a fact, but it was told as a story.

　　 "Experiment? What kind of experiment is it?"

　　 An ominous premonition arises from the bottom of my heart. The radio station did not give an ending. However, based on the cruelty and decisiveness shown by the criminals, even if rescuers arrive, the hero of the story is likely to have been killed.

　　 Yi Cunling shook his head, temporarily suppressing the mess of thoughts, and then stepped on the accelerator to move on.

　　 "Anyway, check it out first, maybe it's just a coincidence."

　　He comforted himself, but he didn't even believe in this thin logical relationship.

"The radio station on the island cannot be in other places. It should still be on the island. Since it is a radio station, the location will not be too low." He said that he looked out the window. Because of the heavy rain, his vision was severely blocked and he could not see clearly. At this moment , He felt like a blind man wandering in the desert.

"It stands to reason that if there is a fork in the road, there will be a map on the side of the road." Suddenly, he thought of a little, and found the most useful information from a mess of thoughts, and then stepped on the accelerator again without paying any attention. The impact of heavy rain on road conditions seems to be the same as the name of the radio story "Be careful behind". Now, behind the jeep, something is hiding behind him in the heavy rain.

　　 The roar of the black jeep engine broke the sound of rain, like the roar of a beast. After a long time of climbing, an iron door blocking the entry of cars appeared in the front. Behind the iron door is an office building with silver-gray as the main color. On the front wall of the building, there is a written " A plaque with the words "Pian'an Nursing Home". A little farther from the left and right of the office building, each has a shorter accommodation building.

Yi Cunling parked the jeep in front of the door. He took the umbrella and flashlight and got out of the car. He came to the iron door and stretched out his hand to pull the iron door. He found that the chain that locked the iron door was not tightened. A wider gap was opened in the center of the iron gate, and this gap could barely allow people to pass through. He put down the umbrella and flashlight with the mentality of a try, passed it through the gap between the fences, and then drilled in through the gap in the center.

　　 "Huh." After success, he took a long breath and picked up the umbrella and flashlight and headed towards the office building. The door on the first floor of the office building was a glass door, and the light of the flashlight swept through it. There was no one inside, like a company after get off work. He tried the doorknob as before, but found that it didn't move. Then, he backed up two steps, raised the flashlight, and was about to hit the glass door, but at the moment he was about to hit it, he suddenly stopped.

"Forget it, let's try another method first." Although he hasn't seen a person so far, the stories of the previous radio still give him a lingering fear. If the content of the radio is not just a simple story, but a real thing, Then, the degree of danger of this island is probably not as peaceful as he had seen.

　　 He left the gate and circled the office building. He found that the window of the toilet on the first floor was not closed. He climbed in through the window. The heavy rain even soaked most of the floor tiles of the toilet. Leave the toilet, go to the corridor, continue to walk a few steps forward, and you can see the door of the office building at a glance. He stood in front of the light switch and judged that there was electricity by the bright red indicator light on the light, but in order not to make himself too blatant, he had no idea of ​​turning on the light, at least not yet.

　　 "Wait, call..."

　　 Suddenly, he remembered the phone number on the notepad and the message under the number. So he went to the front desk and found a red fixed phone. He picked up the microphone and pressed the keyboard to turn it on white. He took out the notepad, turned to the page with the phone number, and then reached out his right index finger to press the first digit. At the same time, he remembered the radio warning in his mind, so he stepped back and put his back against the wall. Press the phone number.

　　 A beep came from the microphone.

　　 "Hey, I am Yi Cunling, I am not here now. Please leave a message after hearing the beep."

　　 Yi Cunling was stunned. He didn't expect this to be his own fixed-line number, but before he put down the microphone, a new voice came from the microphone, a younger but very anxious voice.

"Uh, Yi Cunling, I thought of various ways to contact you, but you seem to have disappeared. You have been like this. I can't ask anything. By the way, I have mailed you the information you want. Here, by the way, I'll talk to you here. The so-called'Seventh Contact' is a research organization long ago. The specific establishment date probably dates back to before and after World War II, and it developed to a certain extent during the Cold War. The reason why this organization is called The seventh connection is because they roughly divide the human body into four parts, head, neck, torso, and limbs. Then, if these four parts are connected, there are six positions, and the seventh connection is the consciousness and the body. There is also a saying here, it’s the connection between the soul and the body, probably at the back of the head."

　　 At this point, the person on the other end of the phone smiled, as if what to say next was ridiculous.

"In other words, the seventh connection is to study the connection between consciousness and the body. According to their theory, if you can succeed, you can switch your consciousness between two people. When you hear this, you should know the allure of this idea. For those rich and declining old men, this means that they can continue their lives in a healthy posture. However, strictly speaking, the seventh most active period of contact was during the Cold War. You know, because of the emergence of nuclear weapons, there are The nuclear powers try to avoid hot wars. At this time, espionage warfare arises. Using this technology, you can transfer your own intelligence personnel to the enemy intelligence personnel, so as to achieve the purpose of stealing posts. However, the experiment seems to be unsuccessful. Instead, a spy pretended to be replaced after ~lightnovelpub.net~ successfully escaped. In short, if you plan to investigate them, I think it’s better to go the normal way, because..."

　　 There was a pause on the phone, as if thinking of something.

"...They are all lunatics, and lunatics are not afraid of you. Oh, yes, they have an explanation about whether consciousness can exist independently. In many science fiction novels, consciousness can be uploaded to the Internet to achieve the continuation of life. If the persuaded rich people believe in this possibility, they will secretly change their concepts, saying that this proves that consciousness can exist independently, that is, the soul can exist independently, but well... You know, but they can’t stand it. They are all lunatics, and those who are dying The rich man, I can only say that people are about to die, and madness is about to come. Okay, that’s all. If you have any questions, I will call back. I am free most of the time. I just want to remind you that most of the time, no Including three o'clock in the middle of the night!"

　　 toot toot.

　　 The busy tone came, and it was obviously hung up.

"The seventh connection?" Yi Cunling felt that the name was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it no matter what he thought. "The seventh connection is in the back of his head..." He touched the slight pain on the back of his head with his left hand, and it is still I feel a little bit, "I remember the radio said that there was an experiment with Yi Cunling. Could it be that..."

　　 A thought that frightened him came to mind, he might not be himself!

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