Chapter 32 - Something is wrong with this gun
Doctor William Jackson clicked a few times on the display screen that turned back to him, and immediately saw the evaluation value, a pentagonal chart and a comment.
"139 points, lawful good, sensitive, principled, upright, conservative, biased, weak judgment..."
More than a hundred random professional psychological assessment questions will be presented Fei's character traits and psychological state were thoroughly understood.
"Emmmm..." Dr. William Jackson looked at the results hesitantly, his eyes flicked back and forth between Chen Fei and the grid paper on the table, and asked tentatively: "This composition is really Did you write it? ”
Chen Fei said with great certainty: "Yes, I wrote it."
At that time, the manuscript paper was in front of him, the pen was in his hand, and the handwriting belonged to him. He was surrounded by a group of primary school students. May be ghostwritten.
“The composition is indeed abnormal. It is obviously paranoid and anti-social personality, and has the characteristics of schizophrenia. However, your psychological test shows no problems at all. You are a completely normal person with a very healthy mentality. . ”
Even the doctor couldn’t understand it this time.
The psychological test questionnaire system that Dr. William Jackson asked Chen Fei to do is the most professional and widely used assessment system in the industry. There are tens of thousands of questions in the question bank, and it can automatically generate questions, and is targeted at different situations. Questionnaire model in the professional field, the final evaluation result is not just as simple as adding or subtracting points for right or wrong, but also a deep behavioral awareness analysis. Each question is not independent. There are linked logical judgment rules hidden behind it. According to special calculations The final statistical score of the model.
So far, there have been very few cases of obvious miscarriage of justice, and they only happened to people who had received professional training, and all of them were experts who were familiar with people's hearts.
Chen Fei looked at the black doctor who was scratching his head and asked: "So, I am still normal, right?"
"You are normal now, and it..." William Jackson's eyes fell on the checkered manuscript paper and said: "But it is abnormal!"
"This is a paradox."
Chen Fei shook his head, it was difficult to accept it. Such a conclusion.
"Uh! Let me think about it, let me think about it." Dr. William Jackson tried to scratch his head and said, suddenly he slapped his forehead and said: "By the way, there is a new product recently, you can try it. "
He stood up, walked around the room for a while, dug out a delicate cardboard box, took out a ring-shaped thing from it, and then handed it to Chen Fei.
"This thing is called the 'El Ring'. It is a monitoring headband that can capture brainwave signals and mental fluctuations. It can be used for a week when fully charged. You can put it on your head and see how it feels. How about it."
Chen Fei weighed the slender white ring. It was very light. He tried to put it on his head and said jokingly: "It feels like Sun Wukong's golden hoop in "Journey to the West". Jackson, are you sure you can take it off again after putting it on?"
"Al The "ring" has a telescopic mechanism that can adapt to various head shapes, and several induction poles are tightly attached to Chen Fei's head.
"Ha, don't talk nonsense. How is it possible? You are not a monkey. If you put it on, you will be trapped by the curse? You put it on first and send it over every once in a while to collect data. Remember to charge it in time."
Black man. The doctor laughed. How come the newly launched high-tech products are connected with the classic literary work "Journey to the West". In fact, it is made into a golden hoop and placed on the head. It is quite interesting to think about it.
"Okay, let me try it first."
Chen Fei tried to take off the "El Ring" again. It was easy, and there was no unfortunate trap like Sun Monkey. .
Doctor William Jackson asked, "Any other questions?"
Chen Fei, who was wearing new equipment, shook his head and looked at the table.
“No, then this piece of paper!”
“Put it here first, I’ll find an expert to take a look at it.”
The black doctor is going to put the checkered manuscript paper Keep it in the archives. The original has a certain reference value, and you may be able to analyze something from it.
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After leaving the medical team's clinic, Chen Fei went back to the dormitory, put away his backpack and the "El Ring", and then carried a long object tied tightly with a rope to the canteen adjacent to the base. Small bar "Medusa's contact lenses".
After night falls, the holographic projection signboard of "Medusa's Color Contacts" is the most eye-catching place in the entire air base. Whenever a plane returns from a night flight, the first thing to be confirmed by visual inspection is not the runway. But the lights in the bar.
As the only entertainment venue in the base, in addition to the long bar that can provide a variety of drinks, the bar also has a dance floor, a self-service karaoke station, slot machines, billiards, a reading area, a tea room and a quiet room. Suitable for all.
Chen Fei walked through the noisy dance floor and found Chekov Leonidovich, the squadron leader of the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron, who was surrounded by people amid the strange lights and slow saxophone music. ·Major Ivanov.
This big bear was gnashing his teeth, wrestling with people, and howling.
Bang! The arm-wrestling stage shook, and the bear-like Chekov jumped up, beating his chest like a gorilla.
“┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~KUMA!!!”
After ten seconds of stalemate, he suddenly exerted his strength and finally won in one fell swoop.
The resilience of this big bear is really terrifying.
The people nearby started shouting and yelling, most of them were pilots of the "Zhenxiang" squadron.
The man who accidentally lost to Chekov looked annoyed. He pushed away the crowd angrily and hid aside to drink.
A pile of cash is scattered on the arm wrestling table, which are the trophies of the winner.
Chen Fei squeezed next to the jumping big bear and said hello loudly.
“Chekov!”
I don’t know if he was overly happy or drank too much. The big bear smelling of alcohol replied incoherently: “Hey, rookie, call me. 'Peanut Butter', behold, 'Peanut Butter' is invincible."
"Okay, I'm here to return your things, uh, forget it, I'll come back to you tomorrow."
Chen Fei was a little worried that this big bear was coming up, and what he was carrying was nothing. Toy.
"What is it? Is it my little baby? Hahaha, bring it here and let's fire a few shots together. If it belongs to a man, let's shoot! Hahaha!"
The big bear was indeed a bit superior, and he couldn't help but snatch the long and tightly tied items from Chen Fei's hands.
The carrot-thick fingers gently pulled apart the rope and bag like tearing off a girl's pants.
"My baby, Emmmm...my gun!"
The big bear was about to show off his little baby. The next second, the bear's eyes widened with disbelief. Let out an earth-shattering cry of grief.
Why, there is a big hole in the frame of the gun. The skylight is opened directly. You can clearly see the hammer, firing pin and recoil spring inside. Looking at other parts of the gun body, there are pits all over. There were dents, and the original almost brand-new appearance had inexplicably turned into a doomsday wasteland style.
Where are the original goods from the Irefusco Arsenal that we promised? !
“Ah ah ah ah, rookie, what did you do to my little baby?”
If it weren't for the serial number stamp on the gun, he would have thought that Chen Fei had dropped the bag.
"Hahahahaha, Chekov, what happened to your little baby? Someone has turned him around!"
"Did you find someone to process it? ? Wow, it looks more artistic!"
"Boss Peanut Butter, is there something wrong with your gun?"
"Look? It looks quite unique!”
It's not that no one doubted what Chen Fei had done. This old antique could explode, break into two pieces, or even be completely destroyed, which was acceptable, but its industrial-art appearance was really disappointing. It's incredible.
"It, how could it become like this?"
Chen Fei was also a little stunned, unable to believe that the "broken gun" Chekov held in his hand was the one he had bandaged before Good AK-47 automatic rifle.
He remembered clearly that when the opponent put it in his hands in the morning, and even throughout the day, the AK-47 was in good condition. Why did it look like this now?
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Every day’s recommendation votes will be thrown over.
(End of this chapter)