Ji Xun closed his eyes and imagined a virus. Biological samples that existed in history numbered 11682. Its nucleic acid chain and protein capsid have a special structure that cannot be formed naturally in other histories. This virus can repair most carbon-based hosts extremely quickly. Then he created a neutralizer and serum in his body.
These jobs end after six seconds. When he opened his eyes again, the burned organs in his body had almost returned to their original state. Viral therapy was an inefficient regimen, he knew. But anyway, known paths have higher security. And if he just imagines his body returning to its original state, the house will randomly come true for him in an infinite number of scenarios. Is that really random? He still didn't know the answer. But that would also bring endless potential side effects.
Ji Xun opened his eyes. Opposite his desk, the mountain man in red was sitting upright. Four thousand nine hundred and seventy-six midnights later, the other person still looked at him with the same expression as when they first met. A dangerous old friend. But that's exactly what he wanted.
The city's robber, who was also a widely respected psychiatrist, smiled at the man across his desk.
"Speaking of death," he said, "allow me to ask, is the man who once threatened to bury the entire base still in his dream?"
"Why did you ask him?" Jing Huang said.
"I'm thinking of some plans for a way out." Ji Xun replied, "If the computing center can't be broken, maybe we have to take a less conventional way out."
"This is inconsistent with your previous promise." Bodi interjected in the corner. There was still dissatisfaction in its voice, but it was much gentler than before. Ji Xun didn't look at it, but he knew that it was secretly making preparations under the blouse.
This is something worth considering. Part of the thread in his mind thought. In fact, the undead bacteria have no spiritual field properties, nor does the life-sustaining virus implanted by him, but some kind of consciousness can make Bodi aware of the danger of the mountain people. A natural enemy phenomenon that begs to be explained.
Jing Huang tilted his head back slightly, his expression a bit disapproving.
"You can't get in there." Jing Huang said.
"I don't see any technical barriers."
"He won't let you pass."
"That can be solved." Ji Xun replied gently, "He is a thinking person with self-awareness and desires, so he can be negotiated. Just like you, Xuan Hong, are sitting here now. Wait until next time When answering questions, we still need to follow the narrative principles of safety.”
Jing Huang's cold eyes wandered on his face.
"Change your face," he demanded again.
"We have discussed this sixteen times," Ji Xun said, "Technically I can do this, but I can't. This pivot borrows a bit of the blueprint of 0329..."
"She doesn't scream..."
"Ji Yuan's blueprint." Ji Xun corrected. His thoughts broke away from the current thread in half a second and fell into a speculation about the rules and psychology of the base. But he came back soon.
“I think this body can replace some of the work of definition and elaboration.” He took the trouble to explain, “and it can effectively resolve the superficial contradictions in the narrative design that we construct through questions and answers. And let’s put it bluntly, you don’t will kill me. Two arguments support this conclusion. First, you are still limited by the Chixian phenomenon, a conscious murder that requires professorial authority; second, you psychologically do not want to kill me. This is an argument based on Psychological speculation about your behavior. Therefore, Xuan Hong, everything you do is meaningless."
Once again white smoke erupted from his body. In the black eyes of the mountain people's rainbow fireworks, Ji Xun felt that his internal organs were cooked and carbonized due to the high temperature. He closed his eyes.
First imagine a neuronal disorder that induces the inactivation of temperature-sensing proteins, so the pain disappears. When Jing Huang turned away, he recreated the immortal virus in History No. 11682.
"We can repeat it forever," he reminded calmly, "If you can't achieve my goal, you can only let me survive indefinitely. Every time midnight comes, and then ends, you have to play what I arranged. The characters—that’s what’s doomed us both.”
Toba standing in the corner stamped his heels and grew a large black carpet. It makes a silent protest.
"Then you will be trapped here forever." Jing Huang said without emotion, "As long as the people here no longer die in vain. Just keep playing the role."
"Then," Ji Xun responded, "I think I will try to modify some things. For example, the ship."
He met the mountain man's fury calmly. Toba began to laugh wildly, as if he were watching a wonderful farce.
"Oh! Brother!" he cried strangely, "the love of flesh and blood!"
Jing Huang stood up from the chair. The air became dry and bright, and everything seemed brilliant. Suddenly, all the books on the cabinet burned at the same moment. The ceramic sparrows and bismuth crystal specimens melted into juice in the swaying colors, and then burned through the cabinet and sprinkled drop by drop on the ground.
"Stop asking about the ship." Jing Huang said.
"Is this a threat?" Ji Xun confirmed, "Or is it a request? Even though you were there that day, I never thought I would see you outside. There are parts you didn't reveal. But compared to the reason for leaving , I think what you are protecting now is..."
Jing Huang stretched out his finger and touched him gently. Fire danced on his tongue. In the blink of an eye, the entire mandible turned into charcoal.
"Do you want to die?" Jing Huang asked again.
Even Toba stopped laughing because it was no longer a threat to suppress his anger.
The virus laboriously repaired Ji Xun's face.
"I don't want to," he replied to Jing Huang, "but this is a narrative question. When we tell it in this room, you have to avoid any contradiction between the answer and reality."
"That's because you asked!" Jing Huang said. For the first time, his voice no longer suppressed his emotions, but expressed his anger nakedly. This was also something that surprised Ji Xun, but he controlled every facial muscle very well.
"I can't control a character with amnesia." He replied still calmly, "but next time I will try to induce more. If you insist, maybe I will delete the role of the doctor completely - you will visit me Well, as long as you can explain why you sent a patient through Q&A. Or, we can get this over with before I even get her name out. How was your attempt at the computing center?"
"Can't find it." Jing Huang said coldly.
"Try again today." Ji Xun requested.
Jing Huang gave him one last look full of murderous intent. Ji Xun expected that he might face the fourth torture. This happened sixty-seven times in one day at most. But this time Jing Huang did nothing, but pushed away the chair and got into it. After his figure disappeared from the ice field, Toba slowly stepped out of the corner.
"A touching family story," it said, "of a kind doctor and his mentally ill brother. Before midnight and after midnight. Had to watch these two scenes every night. You know, I always wanted to see when he would actually kill about you."
"He will not."
"That's what you think," Toba said. "It seems to me that he's on the verge of madness. And I don't blame him, good doctor, because you did it yourself. You did it on purpose. It's just me. What you saw, you tricked him here, and you deliberately provoked him every night. He was just a child throwing a tantrum, but you clung to him. You vicious and dirty bastard, about Why is the ship thing necessary? It's just because you found out that he cared about it, so you brought it up again and again. You disgusting sadist, sooner or later you will have the most miserable death. I just ask What's the use of asking? Ah? What does this have to do with our purpose?"
Ji Xun clicked on the bookshelf, cleared out all the burned things, and then smiled at Toba.
"Everything is relevant," he said, "but in this case, I'm curious about what he thinks. It's just natural curiosity."
"Why don't you leave him alone?"
"He is my brother." Ji Xun said.
Even Toba couldn't tell what the statement meant, or if there was any shred of truth in it. All its eyes were staring at the owner of the house, staring at him as he put on a simple long black coat.
"I'm going to see Wei today." He said lightly.
