When dawn came, Vadim had already finished washing.
Although he hadn't slept a wink all night, he was very energetic now. Compared with the previous prosthetic transplantation and the evolution promised to him by "Blue Eyes", he felt that he could only be described as a completely new person now.
The 2 seconds brought by the "overload" system have not disappeared. On this basis, he has gained new power.
Turns out, this is what it feels like to be a psychic.
Vadim looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt that his vision became a little clearer.
I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but since he transplanted "Overload", whenever he looks in the mirror, he always feels that his face is shrouded in a mist, and now, the mist has finally disappeared.
He never imagined that he would one day become a psychic.
All indications indicate that psychic abilities are an innate talent, and the vast majority of psychics will demonstrate corresponding talents to a greater or lesser extent when they are young.
Then, they will receive an admission letter from Wisteria Academy.
When they are gifted, they also need long-term "stimulating learning methods" to make their abilities blossom.
But now, it only took him one night to become a psychic.
There was no stimulating test, nor any theory mentioned by the psychic agency. The only thing he did was "faith" - believing from the heart, or in the words of a middle-aged man, becoming his believer.
Although the middle-aged man is not interested in the name "Vadim" and calls him Cricket No. 1, Vadim has long been accustomed to this kind of life. In his opinion, this has nothing to do with becoming a guinea pig for military technology. It’s different. In this day and age, countless people who want to become “guinea pigs” or “cricketes” have no chance.
And when he walked out of his temporary residence, the entire Fourth District had changed before his eyes.
It seems that some shadows and reality overlap.
Then, a middle-aged man's voice appeared in his mind, "I haven't been back here for a long time."
"Are you familiar with this place?"
"Familiar? Let me think about it. In their words, this is the place where the Holy Son was born."
The middle-aged man seemed a little nostalgic. He paused and then said, "But actually this statement is not accurate. This is not the hometown of the Holy Son. He was only later 'invited' to this city by the church."
It’s this familiar title again.
"What exactly is the Son?"
Vadim couldn't help but ask.
The last time he asked Blue Eyes these questions, he was told to shut up.
Compared with military technology, the middle-aged man seems to be full of humaneness, and his attitude towards him has always been calm, "This is about fate."
"destiny?"
"Someone once said that the fate of all living things is predetermined, even us. Taking you as an example, from the moment you were born, everyone you meet and everything you do, In fact, it’s already been decided. You’re destined to leave District 17 and come to this city, and you’re also destined to meet me on this day. No matter what choice you make, you can’t change the outcome... How about that? This sounds like Isn’t it a very hopeless world?”
Vadim nodded.
However, he did not feel too much despair. Perhaps he had long been accustomed to this "established" life.
He knew that any military technology personnel with the same level as "Blue Eyes" could easily decide his fate.
But considering the identity of the middle-aged man, he guessed that this result might be a bit unacceptable to these superior beings who determine the "rules" and the fate of others.
"So, one of us got the idea to manipulate destiny."
That was the period when their power was at its peak, and what they saw from their perspective was naturally different from that of humans. At least for them at that time, their real enemy was never the Mechanicus, but a certain even They can only glimpse the tip of the iceberg.
So, they hatched a plan.
"The so-called Holy Son is the trump card that can help them see their destiny in their calculations. His ability has never existed to win a certain war."
With the help of Vadim's sight, the middle-aged man once again walked on the streets of this city.
But compared to the last time he came here, this city has changed beyond recognition.
Vadim didn't speak. He silently listened to these secrets that he would never have access to in his lifetime.
The church fell apart and has long been buried in the long river of history. Judging from the results, no matter what plans they hatched, they ultimately failed.
However, he could vaguely imagine the war that people at that time waged against fate.
"But you ultimately failed."
"On the contrary, we, no, we should say they succeeded."
The middle-aged man gave an unexpected answer, "Now that you are standing here talking to me instead of praying to the statue, it proves that their plan was very successful."
Destiny has indeed been rewritten.
It's just that the way it was rewritten and the results were not satisfactory.
"Those people are so obsessed with the exploration of destiny that they ignore what a terrifying thing they have created... Well, I admit that I am also responsible for this."
Having said that, the man's tone did not sound remorseful at all, but rather a little proud, "I taught him the control of living beings and rules. By the way, according to your current theory, it should be called interference type psychic energy. "
But to Vadim's ears, this emotion could only be described as weird.
The middle-aged man seemed to be telling him in a proud tone that he had developed a super powerful bomb, and then the bomb eventually blew up their own house.
"By the way, you just asked me if I was familiar with this place. I have walked through the streets and alleys of this city in this way before."
Generally speaking, they do not have such a close connection with a specific spiritual ability, even the Holy Son is no exception. "It is so interesting to get along with him. He and I jointly invented the cricket fighting competition. This The contestants at the beginning of the competition were really just crickets, which you may not have seen before, but they were mutated insects as big as a palm after the war.”
"I've seen them on a picture in a book."
Vadim said.
As soon as the Holy Son was mentioned, the middle-aged man seemed to start talking. It could be heard that he was very happy and missed the past time very much.
Unlike the always indifferent "Blue Eyes", the middle-aged man is more like a talkative and knowledgeable elder, who is happy to share his past experiences with others.
"The prototype of the Cricket Fighting Competition was created by me and him during the process of discussing domination and rewriting the rules. I am not only one of the oldest contestants in this event, but also the founder of this event."
As the man told the story, Vadim saw more shadows in front of his eyes, and he seemed to have really seen the grand occasion of the first cricket fighting competition.
He saw that the whole city was enveloped in an atmosphere of jubilation.
Even people with extremely high status in the church, such as the archbishop and the trial knight, actively participated in this event, and Vadim's ears seemed to be echoing with voices from the past.
There was not a single soul visible on this deserted street, but in his eyes it was no less than the liveliest neighborhood in the Fourth District.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but it went straight through Xu Ying's body.
The shadow didn't notice his presence at all, and quickly ran towards the direction of the competition platform.
This made Vadim feel a little disappointed. He seemed to be a marginalized person in this event, but at the same time he understood the reason why the middle-aged man came to him.
He must have left very good memories in this city last time.
The middle-aged man coughed lightly and said, "Speaking of the champion of the first cricket fighting competition, yes, it is me."
In any event, the winner of the first event is of great significance. Although he has never won the championship since the first event, this does not affect his special status for this event.
"So, you were once the teacher of the Holy Son?"
"A good mentor and helpful friend. In fact, many of his ideas inspired me."
Vadim took a few more steps, and just when he was about to reach the competition stage, all the shadows suddenly disappeared.
He suddenly realized something and asked, "Is this the friend you mentioned?"
"I'm not sure, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and there are many clues showing that he is dead."
"...You will die too?"
Vadim was stunned.
He has connected the middle-aged man with the gods, and it is difficult for him to imagine how to kill the gods. Even "Blue Eyes" and military technology are extremely unwilling to make enemies of the middle-aged man, so much so that they would not hesitate to destroy the entire " The territory of the "outside world" was ceded to the other party.
If you think about it more deeply, the resistance forces that have become increasingly rampant in recent years may also be the result of the other party's creation.
Vadim heard that the leaders of the resistance were all psychics. Even the company didn't know why the powerful psychics all gathered in the "outside world", and they spent so much manpower, material resources and research costs, but nothing happened. The law can catch up with the "outside world" where the material conditions are backward.
Vadim imagined the answer to this question after he became a psychic in just one night.
Perhaps all the leaders of the resistance are followers of middle-aged men.
"Of course, nothing in this world can last forever, not even consciousness."
They used to have many names in human society, but the middle-aged man felt that the concept of conscious body was more appropriate. "There are many methods, and the destructive psychic energy you call is one of them."
During the conversation, Vadim kept walking forward.
The middle-aged man never mentioned his destination, but some mysterious feeling guided him forward.
The road ahead seems to lead to the wreckage of Kolo Films - that area has been cordoned off since the building was annihilated.
The local investigation bureau still has a bunch of big cases to deal with, and I'm afraid the blockade won't be lifted anytime soon.
The middle-aged man seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "Someone has used similar psychic powers here, and that's why I'm here."
While traveling around the "outside world", he happened to see the entire process of the annihilation of the Kolo Films building.
For residents of the “outside world,” this is undoubtedly good news.
They believed that the empire of the coalition government was in decline, but the middle-aged man saw something unusual in it.
Since the end of that era, there should be few people in the world who can set foot in this field.
Maybe he will meet an old friend in District 4, or an undead from the past.
After that, the middle-aged man didn't speak again, and Vadim came to the wreckage of Kolo Film Company in silence. Something was calling him here.
The once glorious Kolo Films now only has an empty land, and it looks like a desolate place.
Vadim crossed the isolation belt set up by the Investigation Bureau and walked along the direction indicated.
Finally, he stood in an open area.
"Why did we come from here?"
He raised his doubts.
"Because you still have one thing to do. In our era, if you want to become a psychic, you don't need to wear a device on your head to give you electric shocks."
"However, stimulus experimentation has been around since the beginning of the coalition government and is not a product of the Dark Ages."
Vadim was a little confused.
After arriving in Area 4, he studied some books on psychic abilities and fantasized about the scene when he awakened to psychic powers, but all his research made him understand one thing.
There is no chance for him in this life.
"That's a torture method they invented. They always feel that they can understand and master everything through research, and what you see next is the real path to psychic energy."
They have also communicated with psychics who have embarked on this path.
Therefore those believers also call them whispers from the upper world.
Vadim never spoke again, because at this moment a strong inspiration emerged in his heart, and he realized that at this moment he was only one step away from the spiritual path mentioned by the middle-aged man.
When he took another step forward, countless cracks suddenly appeared in the world around him, dissipating like broken glass. After that, there was a dark space, and the stars guided Vadim's way forward.
For a moment, he felt as if he was in the universe, and here, he could see the middle-aged man's true face clearly.
Just like when he first saw the strange sculpture in the "hallucination" world, he wanted to worship it.
"nothingness".
A completely foreign concept came to Vadim's mind.
This concept led him to believe in the existence of gods and a higher world.
"Now, let me witness your specialness."
The middle-aged man's voice became ethereal, and seemed to be everywhere among the stars. He was not a specific living being, but had become a concept itself.
Vadim felt as if he was being baptized.
And at the end of this sacred ceremony, he heard a voice.
"Oops, it's sinking!"
…
Just when Vadim was confused and trying to understand the concept, he returned to reality.
It was still the annihilated Kolo Film Company building, and he was the only one left in the empty and desolate space.
The silence lasted for a long time.
Finally, the middle-aged man broke the silence.
It's just that his voice is no longer full of holiness and majesty, but has become weak, "Forget it, forget it, if it sinks, it will sink. Aren't the weak still alive?"
Small theater its two hundred and thirty-six:
A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Saturday, in the morning
Night Heron felt that he had arrived in paradise. In addition to the busy artificial intelligence, the farm was filled with all kinds of small animals. It is said that these are pets raised by the farmer Feng Chime.
The Teenage Death Crab Detective Team interviews the real owner of the farm.
Collecting rare and endangered species is Miss Wind Chime's interest. She feels that this undertaking is much more interesting than the work of the council and rescuers.
Wind Chime is always full of love for small animals and warmly invites them to live on the farm permanently. If any small animals lose their living space in the desert area, they can be moved to the farm at any time. The space here is very vast and there is a special ecological regulation system. , can provide a suitable living environment for all small animals.
The young Death Crabs were fascinated and had a new understanding of human beings.
Humans are a friendly, generous and caring race, which defies their past perceptions.
The elders always say that human beings are vicious and cruel. What they like to do most is to shoot their own kind with weapons that can fire bullets.
Not even death crabs can kill each other!
They want to bring this news back to the desert, and try to reduce attacks on passing convoys as much as possible in the future.
During the communication, Feng Ling found Song Lan privately.
After many years, she has become a qualified farmer and businesswoman.
She got straight to the point, "Let me get straight to the point, where did you find Night Heron?"
"Eclipse Cult."
"Are you familiar with their archbishop?"
"It's okay, what's wrong?"
"Can you tell their archbishop, I want to raise one too."
(End of chapter)
