"Reeking of alcohol?" Someone instantly came to Doctor Gao's mind: his father, a man with a severe alcohol dependency who had long refused to leave his bedroom.
Was this done to help me understand his world better? Or to make me more like him?
The deeper Doctor Gao dug, the more confused he became. His brain was forgetting things—things that were crucial.
"Shared Brain is very dangerous. Every time you do it, you risk losing yourself. I suggest you reconsider." Bu Cunzai looked down at his lesson plan, but his mind was busy with something else. He kept marking the lesson plan with his pen, finally circling the word "kill" at the bottom of the page.
"Take me to see the Shared Brain Device again after your class."
"All right, but if you want to use it, you'll have to wait until tonight." Doctor Bu kept his head lowered. "You've threatened me with my past several times. This is the last time I'm helping you. After tonight, I hope you'll pretend you don't know me."
"Deal."
"You already know how to activate the Shared Brain Device and what the password is. These two keys are for the facility entrance and the Laboratory door. Remember to return them tomorrow when you're done." Doctor Bu readily handed the keys straight to Doctor Gao.
"You're not coming with me tonight?"
"I have plans. I can only accompany you during the day."
The class bell rang. Doctor Bu picked up his lesson plan and walked out. The moment he turned around, his expression darkened, veins bulging across his face in a frightening sight.
Putting away the two keys, Doctor Gao watched Bu Cunzai leave. "He's almost at the limit of his patience with me."
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