48 Hours a Day

Apart from stepping on a little bit, Zhang Hengdai's time was basically spent trying to assemble the CT oscillator, but his efforts were not in vain, and he spent about twenty minutes in the refrigerator room, succeeding in getting the CT oscillator he wanted.

And the next scanning operation is not complicated, even if Zhang Heng is a halfway Buddha foot door outsider, downloading the instructions online can be done easily according to the above instructions.

But the next thing he gets is the original image, and the next step in processing and analysis will need someone with the relevant expertise to do it. Zhang Heng pushed the CT fluoroscope aside and waited quietly for the [Infinite Block] action time to pass.

And Baiqing looked at her mother, her eyes had closed, she looked like she was asleep, her face no longer had the previous horror color, it seemed full of peace.

Another forty-five minutes later, Zhang Heng looked at the time on his eye-phone and then dismantled it neatly and put it back in his backpack. To Bai Qingdao, "We're leaving. ”

“Let me take another look, just one look.” Baiqing said.

Zhang Heng did not rush any more, and stood quietly beside him.

Half a minute later, Baqing pulled the zipper of the body bag and put it back in the freezer with Zhang Heng. He grieved forcefully, "What do we do next? ”

Zhang Heng looked at Baqing's slightly reddish eyes and shook his head. “Nothing else for now. Go back to sleep. I will send this information to a friend of a hospital, and I will contact you when the results come out. ”

“But I can't sleep right now.” Bai Qingdao.

“You have to fall asleep because it's likely to be a long battle.” Zhang Hengdao, “in my experience, whether looking for your mother or saving your father, you need enough strength to support it. ”

“Will you stay with me?” Baiqing bit his lip.

Zhang Heng would have liked to go home first and prepare for a follow-up investigation, but considering that he had not slept for almost the whole night himself, and that Bai Qing's current mental state made it difficult for him to say no.

“Yes, I'll stay.” Zhang Heng finally said, “Let's go back to the hotel. ”

Because the funeral home is in the outskirts of the city, and by the time I get back to the Express Hotel, it's almost dawn. Zhang Heng packed the information and basic information into an e-mail. Because of the degree of penetration of those things in human society, Zhang Heng not only approached the friend who works in the hospital for insurance, but also called parents far away from Europe and asked them to get help to print the analysis.

He then closed the curtains and allowed the room to return to darkness.

“Good dreams.” Zhang Heng versus Pai Qingdao on the bed.

He then sat in the chair under the window sill, leaning back on his neck, resting his head against the wall, and his feet on the other chair.

About a minute later. He heard Baiqing on the other side of the house, “Are you still there? ”

“Hmm.” replied Zhang Heng in the dark.

“Can you... get closer?” Baiqing softly said.

“Okay.”

Zhang Heng moved the chair to the bed, but before he sat down, he listened to Baiqing with some dull voices.

“… a little closer. ”

So Zhang Heng simply lay on the other side of the bed and asked, "Are you feeling better? ”

Pak Qing did not answer, he just reached out one hand, touched Zhang Heng's face, and said with a crying voice, "Why, why is this happening...”

Her palms were cold and her voice filled with royalty, like a rainy, homeless puppy who didn't know where to go.

“I'm sorry I got you into this.” Zhang Heng apologized.

In the real world, Baiqing did not have to go through a separation from her close relatives. Now she is still happily attending college. After all, this is only an event in a copy, and the occurrence and direction of things is inseparable from his player.

Zhang Heng grabbed Baqing's hand and said softly, “Don't worry, it will be fine, when you open your eyes again. ”

…………

When Bai Qing opened her eyes, Zhang Heng had disappeared, but she soon heard the water next door.

Zhang Heng took a cold bath and, by the way, refreshed the clue on his hand. Then he came out of the bathroom dressed and found that Bai Qing had also climbed out of bed and saw his face blush.

Nothing actually happened between them.

Although lying in a bed, all clothes are well dressed. At this time, Bai Qing just subconsciously wants to find a reliance, there are no other thoughts, and so does Zhang Heng.

He unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and threw another bottle at the cypress on the bed.

“The CT results came out. ”

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng's unreliable parents were faster this time. The results were sent in two hours, and then an hour and a half later, it was his friend who worked in the hospital.

However, the two reports turned out to be similar, and the three-dimensional reconstruction showed little difference between the body's skeleton, blood vessels and ordinary human body, with only the brain attracting the attention of technicians.

“What does the fourth ventricular abnormality mean?” Baiqing walked to the computer.

“The fourth ventricle is an anatomical structure, located between the middle brain, the bridge and the cerebellum, which is mainly cerebrospinal fluid, connected to the third ventricle, the subarachnoid space, and the central canal of the spinal cord. The fourth ventricle of the common man is tetrapyramidal, but the fourth ventricle on the CT is twice the size of the ordinary man and is a very well worked hemisphere.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Hmm?”

“Let's put it this way, the technicians who see the ct diagram believe that such a neat hemisphere cannot be naturally formed, but more like an industrial product, artificially manufactured, and that the CT also shows traces of cutting and healing on the parietal bone, the radius coinciding with the fourth ventricle. ”

“What does that mean? ”

“This means that there are many possibilities that cannot yet be concluded.” Zhang Hengdao, "but one thing is certain, the replaced person, the brain and the average person are different, look here. ”

Zhang Heng pointed to a CT photograph of the fourth ventricle, with a shallow irregular shadow at the bottom of the deepest part.

“What is that, a tumor?” Cypress closed his eyes and tried to distinguish what was in the shadows.

Somehow, that ominous shadow gave her a creepy feeling.

“I don't think so.” Zhang Hengdao, "looks like some kind of life form, we are one step closer to the final answer. ”