Memory Disorders

The black Saabban galloped on the road, Ben was driving with sunglasses, and Dana Alison on the copilot was reporting to him on the case.

"After Wang Hai became a drug addict, all his money was used to buy medicinal powder. He lost his residence and could only wander in the streets to find some Asian restaurants to beg for leftovers."

Dana said, fiddled with her cell phone. "According to Rebecca's investigations, he has been found in many restaurants and restaurants, and so far nothing has been found."

"There is something I don't understand," Ben Tonks said. "Wang Hai is just a street waste now. Why is the CIA so eager to execute him?"

"Perhaps, he knows some shady things?" Dana Alice tilted her head and thought, "is it still his presence that hinders some big man, or something?"

"If that's the case, ten years ago, he should be dead!" Ben shook his head gently. "It won't wait until now. It should be something that we didn't know about recently, and it has something to do with the East and the CIA."

"If that's the case, then you probably shouldn't continue," Dana looked at him. "Ben, certain things, especially involving the CIA, too much investigation will hit the bottom line and bring us Unnecessary trouble, even danger. "

"I know, rest assured! I'm sure!" Ben smiled indifferently. "Don't talk about that, tell Rebecca, I want to know the information about the two bad luck!"

"Okay, after ten minutes, the relevant information will come!" Dana said.

...

Vinson was pushed out of the operating room, and Carrie looked at his son nervously and distressed while pushing him into the intensive care unit with his brother.

"Doctor, how is he?" Carrie Schneider asked.

"You're the patient's family member?" The doctor asked, looking tired and sweaty.

"I'm his mother!" Carrie covered her chest. "He's fine, right?"

"He was lucky to have escaped, but his right forehead was hit by a bullet, which caused damage to the right frontal lobe. Even after recovery, there may be sequelae such as memory loss or poor memory ability. You need to have a mind. Ready! "The doctor said, and left.

But Carrie Schnett couldn't calm down at all. She was shaken by the words of the doctor, her lips were shaking a few times, and she couldn't even speak.

"Carrie," Crewe came over, rubbing her shoulder, "Vinson will be fine, he's so strong, so kind, and God will bless him!"

卡丽嘴角抽搐两下,仍旧没有说出话来,只是被克鲁带着来到了重症监护室外,隔着玻璃看着昏迷之中的文森·施内特发呆.

刚手术完的文森,看起来睡的非常安静,除了脑袋被纱布包裹,嘴唇和脸色一样苍白之外,他看起来就像平常睡觉时候没什么两样.

他还没有度过危险期,至少得等他清醒过来才能转病房.

"卡丽·施内特?NYPD!"两名警官走了过来,并出示证件.

卡丽像是被惊醒了,她像个狮子一样,突然站起来,恶狠狠的盯着两人,"到底发生了什么事情?我的儿子为什么会变成这样?你们这群警察是用来干什么的?一群狗屎..."

她神情异常的激动,如果不是克鲁使劲拉着,恐怕她那凌厉的指甲就要在两名警官脸上画出几道痕迹,她并不介意给两位警官破相,每年交那么多税,关键时候却保护不了一个孩子,这让卡丽这位做母亲的女人,如何能满意?

两位警官无奈的对视一眼,其实他们能理解卡丽,毕竟这样的事情见过不少,而且两人都是老狐狸,隐约觉得这里的事情不简单.

他们见过从文森脑颅之中取出的子弹,那是300诺玛马格南弹,这种用于狙击枪上的新型子弹,是配备特殊部门的,市面上暂时根本见不到,其中水有多深,两位警官心里清楚.

所以,两人并没有在意卡丽的态度,只是耐心的做相关的工作.

但显然,卡丽如今的状态,根本无法配合两人的工作,最终只能不了了之,他们可不愿意面对一位愤怒的母亲.

...

黑色的萨博班停在了法拉盛的街道上,本带着丹娜来到了案发现场,NYPD及时封锁了现场,如今FBI的人在现场取证.

因为事先进行了招呼,所以这个案子并没有交给NYPD,本·唐克斯来了之后,立马有侦查人员汇报了相关的情况.

"说出来你可能不信,我们检测了弹道,非常的神奇!"现场侦查科的同事,约翰·盖勒推了推眼镜道,"行凶者使用300诺玛马格南弹,在一百三十米开外的二楼房间,击中了目标,子弹穿过目标的脑袋,注意,是完全穿透之后,继续保持高速冲击,穿透了小巷的这一层木板,意外的击中了那名中学生!"

"这不可能,"丹娜摇头,"这不是拍电影,哪有那么巧的事情?300诺玛马格南弹的威力,我们心知肚明,把目标的脑袋打烂没错,可在穿透木板,击中那名中学生,这个结果让人难以接受!"

"我们经过了弹道测试,"约翰道,"已经证明了这个结果是成立的,而且这也是唯一的结果,CIA那边也有人证实了相关的结果,已经明确,这就是一场意外."

"非常奇妙的意外,不是吗?"本嘴角浮现一抹讥讽之色,"除了弹道检测之外,你们还有什么收获?"

"没有,"约翰摇头道,"一切都非常正常,行动非常干脆,开枪,命中,离去,找不到任何线索,整个过程非常的干净."

"除了这场意外!"本道.

"没错,"约翰点头道,"如果不是这场意外,这次行动非常完美,没办法,有时候运气就是这样."

"你是在同情CIA的人吗?"丹娜有些不满的问道.

"难道他不值得同情吗?"约翰无辜道,"本来只是一场简单的行动,现在却出现了意外,伤到了两位未成年,你觉得他会好过?"

丹娜一时无语,尽管不喜欢CIA的行为,但这位行动者的确非常倒霉,这种意外是最无辜的,无论是两个中学生还是CIA的人.

"医院那边有消息了?"本询问道.

"刚得到的消息,中弹的那位刚出手术室,目前还在昏迷,倒是那位黑人小孩,受到了惊吓,一直不肯说话!"约翰道.

"我们去医院!"本说完,直接转身离开.

丹娜瞪了约翰一眼,跟了上去,约翰耸耸肩,转身忙活起来,他要尽快完成现场的工作,收拾好之后才能离去.

...

文森感觉整个世界都在扭曲,五颜六色的光芒,让他好似身处无尽的旋涡之中,不断的旋转之下,他渐渐的有了昏沉的感觉.

可这种感觉来的快,去的也很快,整个人感觉好似从高空落下,还是没带降落伞那种,异常的刺激感让他心跳加速.

随后,他感觉世界都开始变化.

他化成了一名叫王洛北的男孩,这个男孩出身东北,自小就被爷爷培养,不仅苦读诗书古文,背诵汤药歌决,还要学习武功.

十八岁之后,进入大学,一个偶然的机会被国家征召,进入了秘密部门,经过系统的培训之后,开启了任务生涯.

Most of the missions are overseas, and the missions are very dangerous. Wang Luobei, aliased as Wang Hai, has gone through a variety of life and death, but has accomplished many missions.

Vinson felt that he was that Wang Luobei, and that huge memory allowed him to experience the complete experience of Wang Luobei from childhood to death.

That experience made Vinson gradually begin to lose himself and become addicted.

At the same time, a screaming alarm sounded in the intensive care unit, and Carrie and Crewe called the doctor quickly, and the two watched the doctor nervously in the intensive care unit.

After a long while, the doctor came out and exhaled deeply.

"Doctor?" Carrie looked at him nervously.

"Ms. Carrie, please be prepared," the doctor said earnestly and seriously. "Vinson's right frontal lobe is severely traumatized. The right frontal lobe is the area where our brain stores memories. As the anesthesia fades, the traumatic pain will Through nerve transmission, the activation of the self-protection mechanism will make Vinson fall asleep, and he will be forced to experience his memory again. "

"What will happen then?" Carrie asked, shaking her voice.

"The better thing is that he had a dream, but it may be a long dream, but there will be a day when he wakes up," the doctor said. "The worst is that his memory will be disordered and his consciousness will be affected. Memory is disturbed, and a bad cycle is formed. He will be immersed in chaotic memories. He can't wake up by himself alone.

Carrie slumped to the ground, Crewe helped her sister, and looked at the doctor again, "Do you mean, he might become a vegetative?"

"Yes," the doctor nodded. "Of course, it depends on his right frontal injury and recovery. If these are ideal, then he has a great chance to wake up!"

"Then what should we do?" Crewe asked.

"Companionship," said the doctor. "He needs the company of his family. He needs to come and talk with him every day. His perception is not a problem. He will wake up gradually through the sound, especially the sound of familiar people. Of course, you have to ask. Be patient! "

"I see. Thank you, doctor!" Crudough.

"You're welcome!" The doctor shook his head and walked