"I think you must have been an expert or scholar before you became like this."
In the dark room, Chen Ke looked at Shen Yan, with a comfortable smile on his half-human, half-plant face.
Ana Shen shook his head gently: "Compared to you, I am the real homeless person."
"No family, no children, not even a relationship."
"In order to make a living, I pretended to be a psychiatrist for a while. As a result, the first patient who came to me for treatment went completely crazy before he even paid off the balance."
The pheromones emitted by Ana Shen conveyed a self-deprecating mood: "Later, I almost got into trouble because of this. They suspected that I was the one who cured people crazy. Who do you think I should talk to for reason?"
Chen Ke patted Ana Shen on the shoulder and grinned.
It was a pity that there was no wine at home. If possible, he would really like to have a good drink with Ana Shen.
This should be regarded as the most comfortable chat he has had since he became a vegetative state. There are some things he has not even said to his wife. Today, when I faced a stranger, I was all shaken up.
"After all... We can chat here without any worries now, and we have to thank the messenger."
Ana Shen looked at the flashing lights outside the window with a look of reminiscence, and even the pheromones emitted revealed a sadness.
"I met Mr. Messenger in the prison of the Public Security Bureau... It's hard to imagine that someone can actually bring people out of the prison of the Public Security Bureau."
As Ana Shen spoke, the pheromones revealed a complex emotion of confusion, fear, and luck.
Ana Shen found that as his emotions progressed, he became more comfortable pretending to have these emotions.
It's like a complete outsider, from a God's perspective, scribbling on an emotional canvas.
The drawing board can be colorful, but the painter is always calm and indifferent.
Chen Ke felt what was revealed in Ana Shen's pheromones, which also made him unconsciously recall the scene when he first met the messenger.
On the hill on the edge of City 18, a man wearing a white mask and black robe grew up in front of him.
Just like planting a seed and growing a flower or a tree, it 'grows'.
Chen Ke's eyes were empty and he murmured to himself: "The messenger... is everywhere."
When Chen Ke said this, Ana Shen also sensed a trace of extremely tenacious fear from the pheromones he emitted.
This fear is like the impression that mice have of cats, a feeling of facing natural enemies, as if it is engraved in genes.
This emotion made Shen Yan very confused. He had always thought that the 'messenger' was the manager of this city, and might even be the creator of these vegetative people.
But Chen Ke's attitude towards the envoy was obviously beyond Ana Shen's previous guess.
Cats don't manage mice.
"Such a big thing happened at the water tower today. The messenger should be back soon."
Ana Shen sighed seemingly unintentionally.
Chen Ke just nodded: "It should be soon."
"As usual, he should have been back long ago."
As usual?
Ana Shen's heart moved, and she asked further: "According to what I mean, the envoy often goes out?"
Chen Ke turned to look at Ana Shen in confusion: "You don't know?"
Ana Shen said calmly: "I just came here not long ago, and this is the first time I have encountered him."
Chen Ke looked at Ana Shen again, without thinking too much, and just said perfunctorily: "Usually the envoy will leave once a month, and most of them will return on the same day. They should be on their way back this time."
"Stop talking, have a good sleep first. When the messenger comes back tomorrow, the water tower will definitely be reopened."
Chen Ke said perfunctorily, while standing up and preparing to go back to the house to rest.
The fear in his heart made him subconsciously avoid the topic of the messenger.
Perhaps Chen Ke himself did not realize what his subconscious fear of the messenger represented.
Ana Shen sat on the stool and did not move. It was not until he watched Chen Ke return to the bedroom that he turned his attention to the plants outside the window again.
Looking at these plants that flickered like breathing lamps, Ana Shen's mind settled in her body: "Messengers who go out regularly but are everywhere... So you noticed it when you first arrived here. Is that why he hid himself?"
The clown sneered in Shen Yan's heart: "This guy has too many eyes and too many bodies. If I don't hide him tightly, I'm afraid I'll scare him away."
Ana Shen frowned: "You should have warned me earlier. Team White and the others are going to suffer a lot now."
The clown smiled grimly and said: "It is far better to let them feel the despair for themselves than it is for you to explain it a hundred times."
"We brought them here, not to be babysitters. Since the people from the Special Affairs Bureau want to know the truth about psychic abilities so much, let's take this opportunity to let them understand it."
…
In the parking lot near the town hospital.
Bai Ye led ten soldiers and had already formed a battle with the vegetative monster covered with tree tumors. Bai Ye was tall and had awakened his spiritual power, so he was at the front. Of the ten soldiers, three were fighting guerrillas around the vegetative man.
The other seven people stood at the outermost edge of the battle group, using the semi-vegetative parts of their bodies to form long whips for long-range cover.
This vegetative man whose body was covered with sarcoma was already as large as two meters away. Two-thirds of his body was covered with flesh, but he was constantly exuding a rotten smell.
The monster stood in the crowd, waving his arms crazily, and the end of his completely vegetable right hand condensed into a twisted sledgehammer. With his fierce swing, half of the battle group was instantly included.
Behind Rao Da, the two soldiers who wanted to attack immediately retreated.
Bai Ye, who had been standing in front of the monster, only had time to stand the spear made of vines in his right hand in front of him, and the wooden hammer bigger than the bucket swept over.
"Peng!"
The wild power of the wooden hammer instantly bent the long handle of the spear, and then hit Bai Ye's chest with unabated force.
Bai Ye felt as if he had been hit by a speeding truck and flew backwards instantly.
Passing through the gap between the two soldiers behind him, he slammed into an abandoned SUV in the iron shed.
The body of the SUV collapsed instantly.
The soldiers were not in a hurry to observe Bai Ye's injuries, but took full advantage of the gap in the monster's attack. When he tried his best to finish a hammer blow and the old strength was exhausted and the new strength was not regenerated, they all pounced on him.
The three guerrilla fighters held up weapons such as hammers, long hairs, and wooden sticks condensed from vines in their right hands, and aimed at the monster's eyes, mouth, and neck.
The next moment, the monster howled miserably, and the three warriors' attack on the weak spot on its head was already effective.
Five of the other seven people wrapped the vine whips in their hands around the monster's limbs and weapons.
He tried his best to keep it in place.
When the three of them retreated, the monster, whose limbs were locked by vines and forcibly fixed in place, had its eyes pierced by two sharp wooden thorns, its Adam's apple was shattered, and only the attack on its mouth was blocked by him. The teeth blocked it.
At this time, Bai Ye had just struggled to climb out of the abandoned car. It seemed that except for the broken spear wrapped around her right arm, she was almost intact.
Although the blow just now was powerful and heavy, due to the cushioning of the gun barrel in his hand, Bai Ye received very little direct damage from the monster, and more damage was caused by the collision with the car.
However, based on her awakened abilities and traits, this injury is almost negligible.
The monster was locked by five vine whips, its limbs were stretched out and it fell into the air. Its eyes were penetrated, its Adam's apple was shattered, and thick dark green blood continued to flow from its eye sockets.
Despite this, he still struggled and roared.
Even after feeling Bai Ye's approach and feeling the familiar psychic power on Bai Ye's body, the monster's struggle became more intense.
Bai Ye walked up to the monster, and his incomplete right arm once again formed a half-foot-long spear blade, and then aimed at the monster's heart and stabbed it hard.
"puff!"
