Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 792 - 475. A palace towering like clouds

The technology of body possession after the connection of neurons wasn’t new to Qing Chen.

But this was the first time it had been used on him.

Once this technology was used, if the possessed did not exceed B-Class, there were still many consequences for the possessor, as the brain of the possessed body would suffer irreversible damage.

It would also be impossible to continue with any form of cultivation.

Only bodies above B-Class were valued by significant figures.

Therefore, it definitely wasn’t Jindai Yunhe himself who came to possess, after all, having painstakingly cultivated to A-Class and just become one of the top predators in the food chain, he still had a long life ahead.

What kind of person would willingly give up their future?

It seemed that the ’Producer’ waiting here was the one who intended to possess Qing Chen.

Qing Chen said with a smile, "On the way here, you made me walk barefoot on a mountain road for a day with an injury and dragged me on the ground for more than ten kilometers, yet you couldn’t crush my consciousness. Do you still think you can possess me now?"

Jindai Yunhe sneered, "Don’t be too confident. Many people think they are great at guarding their consciousness, but they really aren’t. You are already at the end of your tether, so how much energy do you have left to deal with the consciousness overlay of neuron connection?"

Qing Chen nodded, "The phrase ’at the end of one’s tether’ is quite apt."

Jindai Yunhe said calmly, "That’s not the point of the statement."

Qing Chen slowly pushed away the corpse whose neck he had twisted, struggled to stand, and dusted the snow off his body. "That diesel SUV, you prepared it for yourself, didn’t you? Aren’t you afraid that I just fled in it?"

"You’re too naive, the car requires my voice verification; you wouldn’t have been able to drive it away," Jindai Yunhe said.

"Well, now you can’t drive it away either," Qing Chen said.

Jindai Yunhe: "???"

Jindai Yunhe looked in astonishment only to find that the steering wheel of the SUV had been ripped off.

The dashboard also had a huge gash made by some sharp weapon.

He searched around for a long time but could not figure out what Qing Chen had used to achieve this.

Some kind of taboo object?

But he had clearly not found any taboo object on him!

Could it be hidden inside his body? Maybe he hadn’t cleaned up properly during the day?

Jindai Yunhe narrowed his eyes and looked around at the bodies.

A seriously injured and weak Qing Chen was capable of this extent, if it had not been an A-Class personally escorting, the escorts might have died without understanding why.

Jindai Yunhe said calmly, "Do you think by destroying the vehicle, you can impair my mobility and delay until someone notices the abnormalities here and comes to save you? Don’t think too much; by then, your consciousness will have been obliterated in the data, overwritten by someone else. Proceed, take him down."

No sooner had he spoken than two of Jindai’s assassins walked up to Qing Chen, trying to carry him to the basement of the farmhouse.

It seemed they had already transported the neuron connection equipment here in advance.

However, when the two assassins tried to lay hands on Qing Chen, seeing the corpses of their companions around in the snow and the young man, who appeared extremely frail and defeated, they hesitated.

They weren’t sure if the young man still had the strength to fight.

Thinking this, the assassins felt a sense of shame; they were actually intimidated by a seriously injured person?!

"What are you hesitating for?" Jindai Yunhe said coldly.

The two assassins finally overcame their fear and grabbed Qing Chen’s arms.

Qing Chen did not resist; he was very clear about his situation, and resistance would have been pointless struggle.

He had just taken advantage of Jindai Yunhe pretending to be trapped to find an opportunity to act.

Now, under his watchful eyes, there was no chance to act.

However, he whispered to the assassins by his side, "Jindai Yunhe originally had six subordinates with him; guess why they didn’t come along?"

The few assassins disguised as Producers looked instinctively at Jindai Yunhe when they heard this.

Qing Chen continued, "These people, all were poisoned and killed by Jindai Yunhe. After this matter is over, he will definitely kill you as well."

Jindai Yunhe turned back to look at him, "Couldn’t you wait until I couldn’t hear you to start sowing discord?"

Qing Chen said smilingly, "Is it sowing discord? So simply recounting your deeds is sowing discord? Listen up, if I were you, I’d sneak away while he’s not paying attention; otherwise, you will die sooner or later."

While speaking, Qing Chen suddenly started coughing violently, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Only then did Jindai Yunhe and the others realize again just how seriously injured the young man was.

And the battle just now had once again drained the young man’s body.

"I suggest you conserve your energy," Jindai Yunhe said with a cold laugh, "Jindai Consortium’s warriors won’t be swayed by you; I don’t want to end up with a corpse after the neuron connection is successful."

But Qing Chen continued to smile at the assassins, "Who among you is coming to possess me? Be careful, I might just die as soon as the possession succeeds, and then you’d truly be out of luck."

The Jindai assassins fell silent.

Not because they were afraid of the outcome Qing Chen mentioned, but because they looked upon this young man, who was jovially dismissing life and death.

Jindai Yunhe sighed, "No wonder Shadow values you so highly."

"Thanks for the compliment."

They carried Qing Chen to the basement, which had already been prepared with two beds and two devices with numerous data cables connected to them.

Qing Chen observed carefully; both devices were not connected to any network, these were physically isolated standalone devices.

He had originally planned that, when his consciousness began connecting with the neurons, he would try to find Toshi’s trace in the network and ask him to arrange a rescue for himself.

It seems that won’t work now.

These people were extraordinarily cautious.

The assassins pinned Qing Chen down on the bed and fastened his limbs and head with belts to prevent him from breaking free.

One of the assassins lay on another bed, letting his companion stick circular patches connected to transparent tubes on various parts of his skull.

Qing Chen looked at the silver liquid flowing in the transparent tubes, "Nanorobots?"

No one answered him.

The next moment, the silver liquid flowed down the tube, spreading to the end and permeating from his cortical layer into his brain’s gray matter.

The nanoparticle’s volume was too small; Qing Chen didn’t even feel those tiny creatures infiltrating his body.

"Neuron connection synchronization rate 47%."

"Neuron connection synchronization rate 61%."

"Neuron connection synchronization rate 100%."

Jindai Yunhe looked at the data displayed on the device, astonished, looking at Qing Chen, "How can the synchronization rate be so high? Why, despite being so physically and mentally devastated, is the synchronization rate still this high?"

He then looked towards his subordinate who had a synchronization rate that stopped abruptly at 84%.

"Wait, something’s not right, stop the overlay!" Jindai Yunhe had just spoken.

In that instant, Qing Chen’s pupils suddenly narrowed, like those of a fierce wild feline.

He saw a blue sea of data with lines of code swirling continuously in his consciousness, aligning vertically.

Soon, those codes faded away, leaving only a long street where a Japanese-style white Wine Banner hung, and a child lay in his mother’s arms while she sat by the street, humming a lullaby.

Qing Chen was reluctant to accept this memory, but the consciousness transmitted backward after the neuronal connection kept infusing it.

The child in his mind slowly grew up, Qing Chen witnessing him transition from a toddler to an adult, witnessing his entry into the military after graduating from high school.

Witnessing his stellar performance in the Federal Army, witnessing him being injected with the Genetic Potion and becoming a distinguished soldier under the Jindai Consortium.

Then selected by a man named Jindai Jingchuan into the Jindai Consortium’s intelligence agency, and finally, arriving in the Central Plains burdened with a mission.

During the internal war of the Federation, they infiltrated the Central Plains quietly through mountain paths until they arrived here, and imprisoned the original Producers of the manufacturing base in a nearby equipment room, waiting.

Those snippets of consciousness were crazily trying to overlay Qing Chen’s past memories...

However, this stream of consciousness suddenly realized...

Its consciousness was just a speck in the sea compared to his.

On the other side, a Jindai killer standing in the vast expanse of Qing Chen’s consciousness, suddenly saw a palace, which was named the Memory Palace by Qing Chen, where each room stored memories sorted and classified by Qing Chen.

The palace soared into the clouds, with numerous tightly packed doors.

The assassin couldn’t distinguish at all how many doors were above that palace.

He was shocked; this was completely different from what the instructors had taught.

Normally, after overlaying consciousness, it would only overlay the person’s memories, without being able to know what they had experienced, nor to see their conscious space.

It was just one piece of consciousness data overlaying another, and after completion, you would naturally wake up.

But the scene before him was too bizarre.

At that moment, a door abruptly opened, and behind it seemed to be a black hole, drawing him slowly into it.

The assassin’s consciousness struggled, but couldn’t overcome the darkness behind the door.

Eventually, like encountering a huge whirlpool in the deep blue sea, he was sucked in.

With a clang,

The door closed.

All of the assassin’s consciousness fell into darkness.

Then that consciousness was ground up like it was in a mill, turning into invisible dust.

Qing Chen’s vertical pupil gradually returned to normal, he looked at Jindai Yunhe, "Commander, it is finished."

Jindai Yunhe coldly asked, "What is your name?"

"Takahashi Toshiki," Qing Chen replied.

"Where were you born?" Jindai Yunhe asked again.

"City 22, Fireworks Town," Qing Chen answered.

A trace of astonishment appeared in Jindai Yunhe’s eyes, "You clearly weren’t overlaid with consciousness, yet you have access to Takahashi Toshiki’s memories?! Why, what secret are you hiding?!"

Qing Chen puzzled, "Commander, what are you talking about, I am Takahashi Toshiki."

Jindai Yunhe pointed at the device, "Your neuron connection synchronization rate is far higher than Takahashi Toshiki’s, he couldn’t possibly overlay your consciousness! There’s no use pretending, you are still Qing Chen! Don’t attempt to argue, I’m not trying to trick you!"

Qing Chen sighed internally, these people had really researched neuron connection possession clearly, speaking of which, how many experiments had the Jindai Consortium undergone?

Originally, he had hoped to pretend to be Takahashi Toshiki to find a chance to extricate himself, but he was betrayed by science and clinical experience.

However, Qing Chen still did not admit it; he just sadly said, "Commander, I am Takahashi Toshiki!"