Facing the mist behind the door that looked like a dream, Shang Jianyao walked in without hesitation.

What caught his eye was a small room.

It seems to be a conference room, with a light white long table in the middle, and a dozen matching chairs around it. On the left are white walls and brown doors, and on the right are a row of windows, but it is pitch black outside and you can't see anything.

Shang Jianyao looked around and saw a figure appearing on each chair.

They were blurred, both men and women, with laptop computers in front, or a note spread out and a pen.

"It's a meeting..." Shang Jianyao walked over happily and tried to join.

At this moment, a man stood up, walked to the front of the conference table, and projected the content on his computer to the screen.

The next second, he said in the dirt language:

"We can see that these two chiral molecules have completely different biological activities..."

Shang Jianyao was stunned, opened his mouth, and had no way to interrupt.

In the following meeting, the figures took turns to speak and discuss fiercely, but Shang Jianyao, who had always actively participated in similar activities, seemed to have turned into a human-shaped wooden stake, standing silly next to the long white table.

I don't know how long it took, but he screamed and rushed to the door of the conference room.

But no matter whether he was pulling his hands or savagely rushing, the door didn't move at all, as if it was welded directly to the wall.

Shang Jianyao, who was unable to succeed, retreated for a while, showed a grenade gun, and pulled the trigger towards the door.

Boom!

In the violent explosion, the conference room door was intact.

Shang Jianyao became more and more brave as he fought, and tried various methods, but he failed to break out.

During the whole process, the figures next to the conference table did not respond at all, and were still communicating and discussing academic issues.

Shang Jianyao gasped heavily, covered his ears, and left the "205" room the same way.

…………

The next morning, when preparing breakfast, Jiang Baimian asked Shang Jianyao:

“Did you explore the ‘205’ room last night?”

She did not avoid Du Heng, thinking of using a frank attitude to exchange for fetching the sheep, no, seeking opportunities for guidance.

"Explored." Shang Jianyao looked sad and frightened, "It's so scary, so scary, this is the most terrifying room I've ever seen!"

"What did you encounter?" Jiang Baimian saw this guy jumping around, unlike being affected too seriously.

Shang Jianyao replied with a ghost expression:

"Those people in the dream are holding academic seminars!"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Jiang Baimian asked in confusion.

Is it involved some horrible, bloody, and cruel experiments?

Shang Jianyao's face was filled with grief:

"It's scary, I can't understand at all!

"They speak in the dusty language, and it's the more common one, but I can't understand it at all and can't participate!"

This is so terrifying, so terrifying!

Jiang Baimian's mouth twitched slightly invisibly:

"Can you repeat what they are saying? Pick up what you still remember."

"I can't even understand, how can I remember the content?" Shang Jianyao looked embarrassed, "I just remember some chiral molecules, left-handed, right-handed, polarized light, biological activity, drugs..."

He also described the overall scene of the conference room.

Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"This is a biomedical aspect, and it is normal for you to be a student of electronics to not understand."

Before she could say it, Shang Jianyao was already looking at Du Heng who was sitting on a stone waiting for breakfast:

"Teacher Du Heng, how do you think you should get through such a dream or explore deeper?"

Du Heng smiled and said:

"How do you make sure it's a dream rather than a psychological shadow."

Because it was Zhisui's room... Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart.

Shang Jianyao had no worries about how to explain it at all, and said directly:

"Just treat it as a dream."

Du Heng asked just now and seemed to be just a casual answer, not caring about the answer at all. He smiled and said:

"Based on the scene you described, there are only two ways to get through or keep moving forward. You either find a way to open the door, or join the discussion, point out the wrong content of those people in academic exchanges, or solve the problem that they are embarrassed about."

"I tried it, the door couldn't be opened at all!" Shang Jianyao showed a scared expression, "and what they discussed, I can't understand at all!"

Since you can't understand, you will definitely not be able to find the error or help solve the problem. For Shang Jianyao, this is like asking questions.

"I can't solve this. I can only understand the words you mentioned just now." Du Heng comforted, "At worst, just change the room. There are not many other things in the 'spiritual corridor', and there are all over the room."

"No." Shang Jianyao shook his head firmly, "That room is very important."

Jiang Baimian thought about it and said:

"I have some research on biomedicine, so why not do this. You go in and listen every day, write down the corresponding content, and transfer it to me. I'll see what they are discussing."

"What if the content they communicate each time is different?" Shang Jianyao asked.

Jiang Baimian frowned:

"Every time I change a biomedical problem? Are there 100,000 owners in the '205' room? Why?"

Moreover, why did you dream of such a scene when the "dawn" of February?

Before the destruction of the old world, his descendant was an expert in biomedicine?

——With Du Heng next to him, Jiang Baimian didn’t say it was the room at "dawn".

At this time, Du Heng smiled and said:

“My experience is that the dreams corresponding to the ‘Soul Room’ are different every time, because everyone’s daily experiences are different.

"However, if it is a long-standing dream, its content will be characterized by repetition and cycle.

"Don't worry if you go in next time and hear different academic discussions. You will go back to the beginning after a few times."

The strong man who has entered the "new world" and who is in a sleepy state will have a dream for a long time.

Shang Jianyao said sadly:

“What if I can’t tell if there are any repetitions?

“I can’t even understand!

"And, I can't remember so much content at once."

This is the sadness of "illiterate".

Jiang Baimian exhaled:

"Ants move."

"Well, take your time, don't hurry." Du Heng also suggested the same thing.

After breakfast, Jiang Baimian asked Du Heng:

"Teacher Du Heng, can you drive?"

"Yes." Du Heng replied, "but sometimes, walking is easier than driving."

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"I'll ask Mr. Du Heng, please drive. I'll give him a guide to make up for his sleep."

He refers to Shang Jianyao, who was on duty for several hours before dawn.

"Are you going to show the way?" Shang Jianyao looked frightened.

Jiang Baimian grinded his teeth secretly:

"I just told Teacher Du Heng the target position and the corresponding coordinates. The specific decision will be made by Teacher Du Heng."

"No problem." Du Heng smiled casually and ended the "quarrel".

The next week, the Jeep drove very slowly and the distance they were moving forward was limited every day.

Shang Jianyao entered the dream of "dawn" of the year again and again, and "drawn" the content of the discussion one by one by one by one through rote memorization.

——He was lucky, and that dream always repeated the discussion on the same academic issue.

Seeing that the headquarters of the Eighth Research Institute was not too far away, Shang Jianyao finally completed the task.

During the break, Jiang Baimian, who had made up the last piece of the puzzle, took the stack of paper and nodded gently:
To be continued...