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Chapter 829 Shared Brain
Dr. Gao's surname is Gao, but his parents haven't decided on his given name yet. Throughout the entire Autopsy Avenue, he is renowned for his superb medical skills and is deeply trusted by his patients.

The court is the most solemn place in Shanghai, yet someone dared to make a scene and openly disregard the law. Everyone present felt even more strongly that Dr. Gao's testimony was correct; that guy nicknamed "The Gardener" was a depraved and inhuman killer!

The thought that such a dangerous individual is right next to you sends chills down many people's spines. These psychopathic killers are like broken parts in the intricate workings of society; if left unattended for too long, they may cause the entire machine to stop functioning.

Security personnel tried to cover the gardener's head with a black cloth again, but failed after several attempts. Media reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, jumped across the yellow line and pointed their lenses at the murderer's face.

Yes, in a normal world, cameras are only used to expose the appearance of the killer, not to film the victim's condition. Only madmen would expose the victim's information.

"Silence! Silence!"

"Killing him now would be too easy for him! He needs to pay the price for his wrongdoings!"

"Execution! Execution!"

The new Shanghai regulations are open and transparent. The crime is determined in the morning, the punishment process is arranged at noon, and by 1 p.m., the prisoner, the gardener, has already been sent to the execution ground.

There were far fewer media reporters present, after all, not everyone has the mental fortitude to witness the entire execution.

For most normal people, just hearing the word "extreme punishment" evokes a bad feeling; it is the cruelest punishment that the new residents of Shanghai can imagine.

Inside the snow-white building, the pungent smell of medicine filled the air. A huge banner hung on the wall covered with last words: "Only by feeling the pain can we know the warmth and coldness of humanity. May we all be each other's harbor."

Continuing forward, a series of heavy locks were opened, each unlocked by a different department head. The execution of a criminal requires the consent of the judicial authorities, the human rights committee, and the ethics oversight group.

Criminals as vicious as the gardener are very rare. This was also Dr. Gao's first time entering this special execution ground. Its internal structure was not complicated. There were only two huge pools filled with some kind of viscous liquid. The bottom of the pools was covered with various wires, like a snake pit full of poisonous insects.

"Get in!"

Four or five people controlled the gardener, removing all the metal items from his body and replacing the chains with hemp ropes.

After binding him tightly and making sure the gardener couldn't break free, the security personnel threw him into the pool on the right and inserted wires into his body, attaching them to his head.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Gao." The execution supervisor was wearing a white coat and dragging a suitcase full of syringes. He had a black work badge around his neck—Bu Cunzai, a senior physician at the First Rehabilitation Hospital and an instructor of the ethics supervision group.

"Dr. Bu, we meet again." Dr. Gao nodded.

"It's quite a coincidence. You wanted to visit the torture equipment before, but I refused. Not long after, you brought in a criminal. Is all of this a coincidence, or was it a carefully planned scheme?" Dr. Bu didn't shy away from the media reporters and stopped in front of Dr. Gao: "You are the best doctor I have ever met. Your thirst for knowledge is admirable. The doors of the First Rehabilitation Hospital are always open for you."

Dr. Bu only said that the hospital doors were open, but didn't say whether he hoped Dr. Gao would become a doctor or a patient.

With a smile and without saying a word, Dr. Gao and Dr. Bu stood side by side, looking at the two huge pools.

As more fluid was injected, the gardener's screams gradually subsided. A door inside the white building opened, and a thin woman emerged. She was draped in a thin cloth, her expression one of immense pain, and her body trembled with agony with every step she took. "Go in!"

The woman was pushed into the pool on the left, her whole body enveloped in a viscous liquid, and she instantly let out an incredibly miserable scream.

The liquid in the pool wasn't a highly corrosive substance, and the woman's skin was completely unharmed, yet her expression showed more pain than if she had jumped into a pool of sulfuric acid.

"Begin the execution!"

The executioners turned on the switches of the instruments next to the pools, and the densely packed wires in the two pools lit up. Soon, the gardener also began to wail, as if he could empathize with the woman's pain.

Some daring journalists crowded around the pool, hoping to capture the best shots. In the ensuing jostling, one journalist accidentally fell into the pool, but he showed no unusual reaction and was quickly pulled out by the executioners.

"What is the liquid in that pool?" Dr. Gao asked curiously.

“Brain fluid, you can think of it as the viscous fluid secreted by the brain when it’s in a state of extreme comfort,” Dr. Bu said, as if joking. “You seem quite interested in this torture device.”

This time, Dr. Gao did not deny it and nodded slightly: "As far as I know, the highest sentencing standard used to be the death penalty. It was only after the establishment of the Moral Supervision Group that the death penalty came into being."

“Initially, we wanted to replace the death penalty with the extreme punishment, but later we found that the extreme punishment was far more cruel than the death penalty.” Dr. Bu was happy to tell others about this, and he even turned around so that half of his face could be captured by the media cameras: “The so-called extreme punishment is ‘brain control’. We transfer the most painful things of the citizens to the criminals, and let them share everyone’s suffering.”

"Take that woman, for example. She felt that the city, and even the whole world, was sharp. The earth, the sky, and every object in her life were covered with needles. Every step she took was like stepping on needles. Her clothes were covered with countless needles, and the skin of the people around her was covered with needles. In short, any contact would cause her to experience the pain of being pricked by needles."

"That was really painful."

“That’s right. Living is torture for her. She has tried to commit suicide many times, but only recently has she given up the idea of ​​death.” Dr. Bu seems to be a very skilled doctor as well.

"You cured her?"

“She’s pregnant with my child.” Dr. Bu put her hands in her pockets. “She felt that if she died, the fetus would have to face this world full of needles, so she wanted to live. She wanted to use herself to shield the world from all the needles.”

"Is this how your ethics oversight group supervises ethics?"

"Thank you for recognizing our work." Dr. Bu gazed at the two pools. The gardener began to empathize with the woman's pain. His world gradually became a world of pain filled with needles. Even the smoothest clothes would sting his skin, and lying in the pools was even more painful, as if the needles were piercing his skin from all directions.

While media reporters rushed to report and record this historic moment, Dr. Gao stood alone in a corner, staring at the torture device, lost in thought.

"The symbrain...it seems important to me, but I don't remember why it's important to me."

(End of this chapter)