Enforcer's Handbook

In order to keep learning activities going normally, Lu Xiang and Song Lan, under the guidance of the dean, came to the residence prepared for returning students.

"I didn't expect we were the first to arrive."

Lu Xiang packed her luggage and carefully studied the schedule given to her by the dean. The college attaches great importance to this class reunion. In addition to the reunion, it also hopes that they can be useful to current students based on the different industries they are currently engaged in. They give a lecture or something similar.

Lu Xiang, as a star player who has attracted much attention in the Daystar Cup in recent years, has been assigned two tasks.

Lectures on the work of law enforcers and the judges of this Morning Star Cup.

All previous judges are composed of joint delegations from companies and big families. This is an important stage for them as investors in the college to measure the learning achievements of students. Before this, it was the first time that students who had graduated one year ago had served as judges. What is more subtle is that the dean mentioned that this is not the opinion of the college, but the request of the jury this time.

"I always feel like there are some hidden secrets."

"Maybe I regret it."

Song Lan felt that Lu Xiang's experience this year was quite refreshing - he encountered unfair treatment in the 7th District and was transferred to a border city. In just one year, he became a three-star rescuer and a military intelligence officer. Agents of Branch 7.

"Not necessarily. I looked at the list and most of the judges this time are from the reformist faction. It seems that this year it is their turn to come to the school to select people."

Even the students knew that the conservatives and the reformists had been at odds for a long time, and in order to keep the peace on the surface, they would tacitly stagger each other in these activities.

"When you said that, I also remembered that I came with a mission this time."

"What mission?"

"study."

Song Lan took out the e-book written by Father Bruno and artificial intelligence. Although the female ghost in white was eventually eliminated, it left them with an unsolved mystery. This e-book recorded everything Father Bruno knew. A story about a mine monster.

And the consciousness left by the mad scientist they found in the hotel basement.

All the clues pointed to psychic powers, but they had no experts in the field of psychic research.

"I remember you said that your school offers a course on psychic theory? I want to attend."

If we use some official terminology, he is actually a representative sent by the insect swarm to the seventh area to study and exchange.

"Professor Miles." Lu Xiang reported a name. "He used to be the vice president of the Psychic Research Institute in District 1. After his retirement, he was hired as a teacher of psionic theory at Daystar College. Courses are full every semester.”

"It's okay, I can listen in the corridor."

"That's not necessary."

Lu Xiang shook his head and said, "The main reason for the overcrowding has nothing to do with the content of the lectures, but because it is easy to get high marks in Professor Miles's classes. He never takes attendance in class, and the final exam is open-book. He didn't even attend the class for a day." Everyone here can get high marks. Every student here has signed up for his course. Let me check for you... There happens to be Professor Myers’ class in the afternoon."

She skillfully logged into her account on the campus network and looked up the course information. "It happens to be the first semester now. You should be able to understand his courses."

Under the leadership of Lu Xiang, Song Lan came to 2166 and took her first class.

In the ring-shaped seat, an energetic-looking old man opened the prepared courseware and glanced slightly at the classroom with extremely low attendance. When he saw Lu Xiang, a smile appeared on his face.

"I originally thought this class was about developing psychic powers."

Lu Xiang whispered in Song Lan's ear, "Only after I came here did I realize that most of the course content actually had nothing to do with developing psychic abilities."

She never slacked off in every course. In the spirit of "Come here, come here", she also listened carefully to every class taught by Professor Myers, and often asked this old gentleman after class to discuss how to do it. Developing psychic abilities, she remembered that every time she asked, Professor Miles just smiled at her. When she persisted in asking, the professor could only mention the exercises of "mathematics" and "logic".

It wasn't until he was about to graduate that Lu Xiang understood the meaning of Professor Myers' smile.

For people without psychic talent, no matter how hard they try, they cannot develop psychic abilities. This is not a skill that can be acquired.

After a brief exchange of glances, Professor Myers began his lecture today as usual.

"The Ambville Plan".

A title like this appeared on the slide.

Song Lan listened very carefully to this class. He learned that Ambville was a pre-war neurology and brain research expert. As early as before the war, this scientist had proposed an advanced "immortality theory." , he believes that in some rare cases, human consciousness can survive without the body. Therefore, in theory, they only need to transfer the human brain into a machine to achieve immortality.

Through the slides, Song Lan saw this "immortal robot" designed a hundred years ago.

Due to the limitations of the times, this robot does not even have a human form. Its appearance is somewhat similar to the sweeping robots in the park now, except that there is a translucent cover on the top. A human brain and subtle arcs can be clearly seen in the cover. Stimulates the brain so it can function properly.

Dr. Ambwell became the first experimental subject of this theory.

He ordered his assistant to transplant his brain into this "immortal robot" according to the theoretical model he designed.

Unfortunately, the experiment ended in failure.

Ambwell only lasted less than a week in his new body before he was declared brain dead, and this crazy immortality plan also ended with the death of Dr. Ambwell.

However, Dr. Ambwell's spirit has not died. A considerable number of scholars still believe that Ambwell is the founder of modern psionics. He first proposed the relationship between consciousness and the body in his research. Before him, almost all researchers in related fields believed that consciousness only exists in people's imagination and does not really exist.

To this day, although people's research on psychic energy has still not made breakthrough progress, it has been basically determined that psychic energy is another form of manifestation of human self-awareness.

"So how do we guide a person to harness this energy outside of instinct?"

Professor Myers asked the question. He looked at everyone in the classroom kindly and was used to the students' absentmindedness.

He knew that the students at Daystar College were really busy with homework, and he didn't expect anyone to answer his questions.

But he had to ask.

This question is not directed at the students here, but at themselves.

In this study, they asked themselves again and again.

The content of this course always takes him back to the days when he first became a scientific researcher and devoted himself to this field with great ambitions several decades ago.

"Near-death experience."

This time, however, someone in the classroom answered the question.

Professor Myers' kind smile almost immediately froze on his face. He immediately followed the sound and looked towards the last row of the classroom, his eyes seemed to be filled with a little fear.

"Wrong, big mistake!"

The students stopped what they were doing and looked at Professor Miles in unison.

This was the first time they had seen their professor show such emotion during class.

——"Who told you this answer?"

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A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Sunday, in the evening.

"I do not understand."

After getting rid of the members of the advance team, Lu Xiang followed Song Lan and said in confusion, "What unique charm does Medelle have that made those advance team members become her believers?"

Of course she had heard of the Defiler Sect. According to Medelle, the founding of the sect was not originally her intention, but was a sect spontaneously organized by the advance troops.

"Perhaps they think this will make them a member of the Void."

"wrong."

Lu Xiang shook his head, "I think their motives are a bit strange. Could there be spies from the council sneaking in?"

In her understanding, when people join any organization, they will have some of the most basic demands. Some people want it for wealth, some people want it for power, and some people want to seek spiritual sustenance.

But the demands of the Church of the Polluters are different.

"They want Medel to whip them and trample them underfoot."

"cough……"

Song Lan coughed slightly and explained, "You can also understand it as a kind of spiritual sustenance."

"Spiritual sustenance?"

Lu Xiang was thoughtful, and she vaguely felt that a door hiding unknown knowledge was slowly opening to her.

Song Lan's attitude of being hesitant to speak made her always feel that the other party must be hiding something.

It seems that it is necessary for her to go to the bookstore and buy a relevant book to learn new knowledge.