Knowledge Passed Down

suddenly.

A large crowd had gathered on one side of the playground; Commander Lu Zun had actually arrived in person.

Along with this came a large number of media reporters.

But Lu Zun stood in the crowd, looking energetic and smiling.

"Actually, this is just a small measure."

There's no need for such a fuss.

"Our millennia- China civilization should have been properly preserved and passed down long ago."

"Let's omit all the complicated procedures."

"Save time so that children can visit and learn at the museum!"

Lu Zun was very approachable, dressed simply in a gray Zhongshan suit, and made his opening remarks with just a few words.

Suddenly, a reporter shouted, "Is that the only son of Commander Lu Zun over there, and the captain of the Youth Order Squad in the Metaverse?"

"Why is he still in line? He should be with Commander Lu Zun, among the first to tour!"

All eyes turned to Jiu Zhengxuan.

He stood in the same line as his classmates, in Class 11 of Senior Three.

Jiu Zhengxuan nodded to the reporters, but did not move his body at all.

"Hehe."

Lu Zun laughed heartily, "Even if he is my child, he cannot enjoy special privileges. He is a student here and should line up according to the rules. I will not call on him, and he will not leave the line on his own."

"Whether it's the Supreme Commander or the leader of the Order Squad, they are essentially serving others."

Everyone was full of praise.

Commander Lu Zun is a man of great principle, and his son Jiu Zhengxuan, is even more disciplined!

Having such a father and son is truly an honor for both of our sectors!

Qin Yiguan watched all of this quietly.

Jiu Zhengxuan's behavior must have come from the bottom of his heart; he has always been well-mannered.

He keeps talking about justice and righteousness, but you can also think of him from another perspective: he is someone who is being coerced by justice.

As for that Lu Zun...

The persona they project is genuinely stable.

Jiaolong's words had actually taken root in Qin Yiguan's heart. Looking at this dignified Lu Zun, he felt that something was off about him.

What was his purpose in doing all this?

All he did was for show; the Memory Archives were a real project, but he made a public appearance for it.

Could it be that he was trying to absolve himself of some crime?

for example.

Even if mountains crumble and the earth splits, causing widespread death and destruction, people would never doubt him, a commander who wholeheartedly served the people.

Welcome to Memory Archive No. 024.

An artificial intelligence robot leads the way, broadcasting announcements in a clear and soothing female voice.

"For humans, some memories are fleeting, while others are etched into the soul."

"But in any case, all of this will vanish with the death of humanity."

Ahead is a holographic projection of a human brain, composed of blue lines, crystal clear.

The surrounding halls were brand new and clean, with various robots moving back and forth, creating a fascinating sense of technology.

In ancient China, there was a craftsman named Lu Ban, whose skills were extraordinary.

"His craftsmanship is more than a century ahead of the world, and some of his unique mechanical techniques are even comparable to postmodern scientific mechanical design."

He left behind a book called "The Book of Lu Ban".

"But unfortunately, no matter how much later generations studied it, they were ultimately unable to recreate Lu Ban's brilliance."

"Suppose that during China's War of Resistance against Japan, we could have obtained the expertise of Lu Ban, shortening the war by 10 years, it wouldn't be a pipe dream."

"Assuming that Shennong's memory of tasting hundreds of herbs could be passed down through the ages, then the real-world 'COVID-19' virus might have already been defeated."

"Suppose that the thoughts in Wang Chong's mind when he wrote 'Discourses Weighed in the Balance: On the Heavens' could be visualized and viewed by later generations, then perhaps humanity would have understood the universe 1900 years ago."

"China, has produced countless talents and should have been a great nation for millennia. However, due to a lack of information, we have fallen behind the world."

Those countless precious memories, in the end, turned into countless stars and disappeared.

now.

The virtual projection of the brain in mid-air suddenly began to flicker.

A beam of light, resembling an electric current, shone from one side of the brain. Immediately, tens of millions of brain nerves lit up inside the brain. The previous electric current, like scattered lightning, bloomed along those brain nerves, exceptionally dazzling.

The robot explained, "Human thoughts are the result of countless interactions between brain neurons. We record the entire interaction process through the bioelectrical trajectories within them."

"When we reconstruct these trajectories, we also recreate that period of thought, that is, a memory."

"This is also the core principle of our memory archive."

Qin Yiguan walked along with his classmates.

Everything around me was refreshing and new.

On both sides are endless shop windows, each with corresponding explanations displayed on an electronic screen.

'xxx Mathematician - Advanced Mathematics Memorization (254kb)'

'xxx author -- Idiom skills (305kb)'

'xxx pianist - Musical Memory (160kb)'

The students felt awe because, being purely data, these memories were not large in volume, but they were absolutely the continuation of human knowledge and the essence of memory.

Moreover, the individuals in the xxx family have all passed away; they donated their most precious knowledge, much like people in the old days donated their bodies.

Future generations can read those memories like reading a book. Whether it's an epiphany or a sudden flash of insight, the accumulated experience and condensed knowledge of our predecessors will increase the learning speed of modern people by hundreds of times.

"This archive must have a basement."

The Clam suddenly muttered.

Qin Yiguan was taken aback. "How did you know?"

Gala whispered, "Every resident has the right to donate their memories, so there are many kinds of memories. For example, my idol, former national e-sports player Feiluo, donated his memories before he passed away. And the soccer player that Prickly Bear liked... also donated his."

"It's clear that what we're seeing now are memories related to our studies."

"As for those fun memories, they should have a place to be stored, maybe even in the basement. Sigh... it's such a pity we can't see any of them."

Qin Yiguan nodded.

The Clam hypothesis is very likely.

Qin Yiguan turned around, glanced at Jiu Zhengxuan who was keeping a distance of 3 meters from him, and sighed slightly.

He continued walking and arrived at the center of the area.

Looking at the much larger shop window in front of him, Qin Yiguan stopped in his tracks, his eyes flickered and then dimmed, and he fell silent.

The Taotie Clam stepped forward, glanced at the label in the window, and exclaimed, "Qin Shenhu, code programming memory! Wow, his memory is a whopping 30Mb! That's an incredible amount of information!"

Qin Yiguan remained expressionless and did not reply.

The Clam chuckled and said, "Yiguan, he shares the same surname as you."

The boy still didn't reply, his eyes looking strange, seemingly a little moist, but he tried hard to restrain himself and remain calm.

The Taotie Clam suddenly opened its eyes slightly, pursed its lips, and said, "Yiguan, could this be your... father?"

Qin Yiguan's calm voice came through, "No."

"Call..."

Clam clutched her chest. "You scared me!"

Then Qin Yiguan said, "To be precise, Qin Shenhu is my adoptive father."

The Clam stiffened.

Qin Yiguan only had one adoptive father, who was actually the 'father' that Gala had previously referred to.

He had also heard some rumors about Qin Yiguan... about the case of him killing his parents when he was a child.

Clam believed in her brother's character and didn't believe the rumors, but at this moment she didn't know how to comfort Qin Yiguan.

"Hehe, Yiguan, this memory museum isn't open to the public yet."

"When it opens up someday... never mind, even if it opens up, we won't come to study there. Why dwell on those painful memories of the past?"

Qin Yiguan remained silent, gazing quietly at Qin Shenhu's photograph.

He was a man with black-rimmed glasses and a gentle smile.

At that very moment.

Jiu Zhengxuan's communicator beeped.

His expression changed upon hearing this. "What? How is this possible! Doctor He. He... This is impossible, Qin Yiguan has been standing right in front of me the whole time!"

Immediately.

Jiu Zhengxuan actually abandoned Qin Yiguan, turned around hastily, and left the archives. Through the window, it could be seen that he immediately boarded the aircraft and flew towards the Experimental Zone field!

now.

Qin Yiguan slowly turned around, his eyes flashing strangely.