Chapter 31

Dr. William Jackson tapped a few times on the screen in front of him and immediately saw the evaluation score, a pentagon chart, and a comment.

"139 points, lawful good, sensitive, principled, upright, conservative, emotionally inclined, weak judgment..."

Over a hundred random professional psychological assessment questions had thoroughly analyzed Chen Fei's personality traits and mental state.

"Emmmm..." Dr. William Jackson hesitated as he looked at the results, his gaze shifting between Chen Fei and the lined paper on the desk. He asked tentatively, "Did you really write this essay?"

Chen Fei said with absolute certainty, "Yes, I wrote it."

At the time, the paper was right in front of him, the pen in his hand, and the handwriting was his. There were only elementary school students around, so there was no way someone else could have written it for him.

"The essay is indeed abnormal, clearly showing signs of paranoia and antisocial personality, with features of schizophrenia. However, your psychological test shows no issues at all; you are a completely psychologically healthy person."

Even the doctor was confused this time.

The psychological assessment questionnaire system that Dr. William Jackson had Chen Fei take was the most professional and widely used in the industry. It had a database of tens of thousands of questions, could automatically generate tests, and had questionnaires tailored to different professional fields. The final evaluation was not just a simple right or wrong scoring system but also included deep behavioral and consciousness analysis. Each question was not independent but had hidden logical judgment rules, with scores calculated based on a special model.

So far, there had been very few cases of obvious misjudgment, and they all involved people who had undergone professional training, experts in human psychology.

Chen Fei looked at the black doctor scratching his head and asked, "So, I'm still normal, right?"

"You are currently normal, but it..." Dr. William Jackson's gaze fell on the lined paper, and he said, "is abnormal!"

"This is a paradox."

Chen Fei shook his head, finding it hard to accept such a conclusion.

"Uh! Let me think, let me think properly." Dr. William Jackson tried to make sense of it, scratching his head. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and said, "Right, there's a new product recently. You can try it out."

He stood up, rummaged around the room for a while, and found an elegant box. He took out a ring-like device and handed it to Chen Fei.

"This is called the 'Ail Ring.' It's a monitoring headband that can capture brainwave signals and mental fluctuations. It can last a week on a full charge. Put it on your head and see how it feels."

Chen Fei weighed the thin white ring in his hand; it was very light. He tried putting it on his head, joking, "It feels like the golden hoop from 'Journey to the West.' Jackson, are you sure I can take it off after putting it on?"

The 'Ail Ring' had an adjustable mechanism to fit various head sizes. The sensors stuck tightly to Chen Fei's head.

"Ha, don't be silly. How could that happen? You're not Sun Wukong, and you won't be bound by a spell. Wear it, and bring it back periodically to collect data. Remember to charge it on time."

The black doctor laughed. How did a new high-tech product get associated with a classical literary work like 'Journey to the West'? Actually, wearing a golden hoop on your head might look pretty cool.

"Alright, I'll try it."

Chen Fei tried taking off the 'Ail Ring' and found it easy, with no unfortunate binding like Sun Wukong's.

Dr. William Jackson asked, "Any other questions?"

His gaze swept over the automatic semen extraction machine hidden under the desk, feeling that he could still manage a couple more tonight, just enough to fill the shipment and catch the transport plane early the day after tomorrow.

Chen Fei, now equipped with the new device, shook his head and looked at the desk.

"None, what about this paper!"

"Let me keep it for now. I'll have an expert look at it."

The black doctor prepared to file the lined paper, as the original had some reference value and might reveal something useful.

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After leaving the medical team's clinic, Chen Fei returned to his dormitory, put away his backpack and the 'Ail Ring,' and then carried a long, rope-tied object to the small bar 'Medusa's Beauty' next to the base canteen.

After nightfall, the holographic sign of 'Medusa's Beauty' was the most prominent in the entire airbase. Whenever night flights returned, the first thing pilots confirmed was not the runway but the bar's lights.

As the only entertainment venue in the base, the bar offered a long bar counter with various drinks, a dance floor, a self-service karaoke station, slot machines, billiards, a reading area, a tea room, and a quiet room, catering to all preferences.

Chen Fei pushed through the noisy dance floor, finding Major Chekov Leonidovich Ivanov, the squadron leader of the 'Zhenxiang' combat flight squadron, surrounded by people. The big bear was gritting his teeth, wrestling in an arm-wrestling match, roaring loudly.

Bang! The arm-wrestling table shook, and the big bear-like Chekov jumped up, pounding his chest like a gorilla.

"┗|｀O′|┛ Roar~~ KUMA!!!!"

After a ten-second stalemate, he suddenly exerted all his strength and won.

The big bear's recovery was truly terrifying.

The people around him cheered, mostly pilots from the 'Zhenxiang' squadron.

The person who had carelessly lost to Chekov looked annoyed, pushing through the crowd to drink alone.

The arm-wrestling table was scattered with cash, the spoils of the victor.

Chen Fei squeezed through to the jumping big bear and called out loudly.

"Chekov!"

Perhaps too excited or drunk, the big bear, reeking of alcohol, spoke incoherently, "Hey, rookie, call me 'Peanut Butter,' look, 'Peanut Butter' the strongman is invincible."

"Alright, I came to return your stuff, but, never mind, I'll come back tomorrow."

Chen Fei was a bit worried that the big bear was too high, and what he was carrying was not a toy.

"What is it? Is it my precious little baby? Hahaha, bring it, let's fire a few rounds, real men fire guns! Hahaha!"

The big bear was indeed a bit high, grabbing the tightly tied long object from Chen Fei without hesitation.

His thick fingers easily tore the rope and bag open, like ripping a girl's pants.

"My baby, Emmmm... my gun!"

The big bear was about to proudly show off his little treasure when, in the next second, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he let out a thunderous cry.

How could there be a big hole in the receiver, like a skylight, clearly showing the hammer, firing pin, and recoil spring? The rest of the gun was covered in dents and scratches, transforming from almost new to a post-apocalyptic look.

What about the original Izhmash factory-made gun?

"Ah, ah, ah, rookie, what did you do to my little baby?"

If it weren't for the serial number on the gun, he would have thought Chen Fei had switched it.

"Ha ha ha, Chekov, what happened to your little baby? Did someone use it in a circle?"

"Did you have it modified? Wow, it looks more artistic now!"

"Big 'Peanut Butter,' is your gun okay? How did it become like this?"

"It looks quite unique!"

It wasn't that no one suspected Chen Fei of doing something, but the old gun could have exploded, broken in half, or even disappeared, and people would have accepted it. However, this industrial art style was truly baffling.

"How did it become like this?"

Chen Fei was also stunned, unable to believe that the 'broken gun' in Chekov's hand was the AK-47 he had carefully wrapped up earlier.

He remembered clearly that when the other party handed it to him in the morning and throughout the day, the AK-47 was in perfect condition. How did it end up like this now?

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