Veronica's words confused Valian and Zhuang Chi.
A muscular man instructing Roger to practice in his sleep?
The two rubbed their eyes, but saw nothing. Roger's window was empty, and the curtains were drawn to block the sunlight.
From what they know about Veronica, she is definitely not a person who likes to joke.
The long-term elite education has had a deep-rooted impact on her character, making everything she says and do perfectly meet the standards of the "good kid next door". When Zhuang Chi carefully observed Veronica's eyes, he was The flickering brilliance calmed her down. The brilliance definitely did not come from the prosthetic eyes. Through the dark blue pupils, she seemed to have glimpsed the vast universe.
This made her feel like she was suddenly in a strange space.
"That's not natural energy at all!"
After a brief period of confusion, Veronica understood everything.
She witnessed the whole process of the muscular man's transition from dream to reality. When the figure appeared next to Roger, the latter also opened his eyes.
"He awakened his spiritual power and became a substitute messenger!"
Another term that Zhuang Chi and Walian had never heard before.
"Substitute messenger?"
"This is another form of spiritual awakening. It is said to have originated in a place called Egypt in the pre-war world. When some people's spiritual power reaches a certain level, they will condense into human form and even cause harm to the real world. Impact, I didn’t expect Roger to be one of them, it’s so rare!”
"Roger...is a descendant of Egyptians?"
Valian was thoughtful, then she thought about it, this was really possible.
The third war changed the structure of the entire world, and now nearly a century has passed. Especially in a border city like the 17th District that has experienced the gold rush, I am afraid that most people in the 17th District do not You know what kind of bloodline he has.
Just like her, some people in the pre-war world called them a fighting nation.
"No, it doesn't matter whether Roger is Egyptian or not. What matters is where did you hear about the substitute messenger?"
"Hogg Foster's newly established foundation. After the turmoil in District 1 ended, the Foster family spent a large sum of money to search for the whereabouts of the stand-in messengers around the world... It's normal for you not to know."
The Council blocked almost all news related to the High Council, intending to cover up the turmoil that almost destroyed the entire First District.
She also learned this information from her parents. After all, the counterintelligence department had survived the catastrophe completely.
But more importantly, Veronica found that something seemed to have changed in herself.
Somehow, her eyes were able to capture the existence of spiritual power. She saw Roger's dream and the human form condensed by his spiritual power.
Does this also mean...
She also became a psychic?
Preliminary judgment is that it is interference-type psychic energy, and the ability is related to dreams.
However, this was so incredible that Veronica couldn't believe it for a while.
During her childhood, her parents sent her to psychic research institutions several times, and allowed the institutions to conduct some mildly stimulating experiments on her, but all ended in failure.
Nowadays, the most authoritative psychic research institution of the coalition government believes that she does not have the talent to become a psychic. The only path in front of her is to become a psionic person. Veronica herself has given up hope long ago. She has never imagined that I thought I would awaken my spiritual energy in this almost casual way in this strange city.
In addition to joy, doubts also filled her heart.
As the child of a counterintelligence executive, she has long been accustomed to looking at the world from a logical perspective. Any cause and effect has its potential logical connection. Her parents always told her that as long as she could understand the principles behind it, You will always hold the key to victory in your hands.
But psychic energy... seems to have no logic at all.
Roger's meditation, and everything she saw in this room, was more like an adventure, something that only happened to characters in movies and TV shows.
"like this."
After completing the meditation, Roger clenched his fists with both hands and assumed a standard boxing defense posture. As his movements changed, the figure beside him also maintained the same movements as him, "I always feel that today's meditation went particularly smoothly, and my natural energy was great." It’s enhanced, why is that?”
After muttering something, a confident smile appeared on his face, "I am in excellent condition today. I feel that even if Vadim comes, he will not be my opponent."
"Blow me!"
Valian returned to her usual state of getting along with each other. She walked forward carelessly and patted Roger on the shoulder, "Don't forget that your current record as a boxer is still 0 wins and 2 losses. It's hard to win a win so far. .”
"This is different."
"What's different?"
"Before, it was a competition, with friendship first and competition second. It was enough to be able to go on stage and experience the lively atmosphere. But now, it is the responsibility of being a companion."
Roger's eyes were firm, he raised his right fist, feeling the natural energy surge through his body, "I must not fall before I defeat Vadim!"
"Okay, okay, if you keep talking, you will become the protagonist in the movie."
…
At the same time, Lu Xiang's research also got results.
They didn't leave the ruins where the statues were displayed, and staying here made her feel like she could be closer to psychic energy.
Every Coalition child has had the dream of becoming a psychic, and she is no exception.
But now, she finally understood the reason why her psychic powers were declining.
The God of Psychic Power has long since disappeared. Since the Dark Ages, the passage to the upper world has been blocked, so that Psychic Power Research Institutes can only use high-risk methods such as stimulating experiments to squeeze out the last potential of people. Even so, the number of psychics is still declining year by year.
According to the current trend, maybe in more than ten years, new psychics will no longer exist.
“The key is the lack of faith.”
The memo on his mobile phone was filled with dense words. Lu Xiang suddenly felt as if he had returned to Morning Star, except that the teacher of the psychic ability course had changed from Professor Miles to Song Lan, and what he just said was probably What psychic energy really looks like.
At least in the era he could still vaguely remember, spiritual energy was far from being clearly distinguishable from today's destruction, interference, and support. Every believer would choose the path of their faith on the first day they joined the church. At that time, from The whispers from the upper world will give them guidance, guiding them to understand and master their own spiritual power.
Different paths of faith will give rise to ever-changing abilities.
What they can see now is just the tip of the iceberg of psychic civilization.
And the culprit of all this is now standing in front of her like an innocent person.
The stupid bird ran out and bought two bags of snacks while she was recording.
"No wonder those shadows hate you so much."
Lu Xiang thought of the "Domination" he encountered in the first area before. They would rather abandon their faith and seek refuge with the Gene Lord to take revenge on Song Lan.
It was Slowpoke that ruined this family.
It cut off the connection between the upper world and human beings, and also caused the source of the spiritual path to disappear forever in the long river of history.
"That's not a good thing. In a sense, it's like installing a prosthetic body of unknown origin into your body."
Excessive implantation of prosthetics can turn a person into a cybermaniac.
Those fanatical believers of the church will become "rational" cyber lunatics, and a small voice from the upper world is enough to make them abandon their lives.
Lu Xiang clicked save and exited the memo, "It's like a cricket-fighting contest? The next contestants are not crickets."
"Yes, at first it was just a product of interest, but later it was given other meanings."
"Um?"
"In order to maintain good and harmonious relations, private fighting is prohibited in the upper world."
Song Lan originally supported this regulation with both hands. No matter where he was, he believed that everyone should uphold the principle of peace as the most important thing.
However, if they get along for a long time, they will inevitably have differences. When private fights are prohibited, they must find new ways to solve problems. "With more powerful players participating, the cricket fighting competition gradually became a solution to the problem." The way opinions diverge, its format has changed accordingly.”
The atmosphere that initially simply allowed people to enjoy the joy of the festival gradually became heavy and filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Splits within the church were inevitable.
Believers of different paths were divided into different camps. This event, which was originally founded with joy and celebration as the starting point, eventually turned into a battle royale game in which different camps competed for the right to speak.
"The process and result of the game are the fate of those people."
Some people died in the cricket fighting competition and lost everything, while others held the power in their hands.
And it is difficult for him to feel the fun of fighting side by side with his partners in the cricket fighting competition.
Lu Xiang stopped talking and listened quietly.
She knew that Song Lan had never liked these heavy topics, and he would hide and avoid even the regular crime discussion meetings of the law enforcement department. This was a rare occasion when the other party took the initiative to bring up the past. Perhaps it was the relics that had been brought to light, and The statues displayed here reminded him of something.
A game is used to determine the fate of a person or even a group of people.
Even if she has never experienced the scenery of the upper world, she can still imagine the heaviness brought about by this cricket fighting competition.
"So I said, that's not a good thing."
Song Lan summarized again.
"Domination" is the epitome of those fanatical believers. Even though he has tried his best to persuade them, he can't influence them after all.
"correct."
Lu Xiang took a deep breath and decided to change this heavy topic and talk about something lighter, "What was the world like before? For example...the fourth area when psychic powers and churches still existed."
"You should see him soon."
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District 4, black market.
Vadim was walking alone on this familiar street. Not far ahead was his residence.
After arriving in the fourth area, he spent countless efforts to build a fortress of his own.
A mansion, beautiful women, and a life of spending money freely are what he dreams of.
With the help of the company, his unachievable ambitions in District 17 became reality in District 4, and he also gained a group of loyal followers.
But just now, he heard the ending of his followers.
In Area B of the Investigation Bureau, they were used as human bombs, and the entire Area B was razed to the ground that night. To this day, inspectors from the Investigation Bureau are trying to confirm their identities through the traces left by the deceased, but military technology Didn't leave them a chance.
The company was fully prepared when transplanting the prosthetic body.
Vadim feels that he is no exception.
When military technology deems it necessary, perhaps they will do the same as their followers.
His physique is special and can bear the load brought by "Overload Type IV", but it is also so special that it is not enough to change his status as a guinea pig.
Vadim had a premonition that this might be the last time he returned to his mansion. He stood in front of the isolation zone. The guard booth was empty, bullet casings were everywhere, and traces of fierce battles were preserved throughout the fortress.
And now, he is going to participate in the 37th Cricket Fighting Competition.
He paused for a moment and suddenly heard a whisper in his mind, "Why are you sentimental? You are not a good person."
Vadim was startled, and then he was relieved.
For the big villain in District 4, perishing amid betrayal and separation is the ending that suits this city, but I don’t know which lucky person Kolo Films will let take this opportunity to become the company’s cash cow in the next few years.
He pretended to be relaxed and asked, "How many players are participating in this competition? If it's just your old friends, then wouldn't we guarantee the top two?"
This may be the only good news.
"There are indeed not many players who are qualified to participate, but don't be too happy. This competition has never stipulated that one person can only use one cricket to participate in the competition. You may not have only one opponent."
If I remember correctly, this was a rule established since the 5th Cricket Fighting Competition.
Because the contestants pointed out that one contestant may not be enough to decide such a vital choice.
"Oh? Have you collected any information about your opponent?"
"From now on, everyone you meet is a potential competitor."
As he spoke, Vadim heard approaching footsteps.
What happened in the Investigation Bureau has long been spread in the black market, and everyone knows that he is now the only commander left, which naturally includes his former enemies.
The gathering crowd blocked his retreat, with ferocious smiles on their faces, and he recognized a few familiar faces among them.
"How is it? Have you ever experienced being an enemy of the world before?"
The whisper in his mind continued, and Vadim could imagine that "Nothingness" was watching him from somewhere, as if watching a show.
The voice was full of mockery, "Get used to it as soon as possible. This is the only way for every seeded player in the past."
Thanks to Xiaoyuer Lingling for the 192 starting coins!
The small theater has two hundred and forty:
A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Saturday, in the morning
When it comes to sleeping in, Yelu is already better than her best, which fully reflects how familiar she is with Song Lan.
"Lao Lu, you might as well say it directly."
It was a sunny morning, but Song Lan felt a cold wind blowing on her face.
He knew that impulsive entanglement was not Lu Xiang's style. Lu Xiang was an organized person. When she chose to sit here and start the topic at this time, it meant that she was fully prepared.
"Do you want me to remind you?"
Lu Xiang's smile became even wider, "Why, I usually do a lot of embarrassing things, and for a moment I didn't know which one I was talking about?"
"How is this possible? Lao Lu, you know that I have always been open and honest in front of you."
"Oh, really? I found some interesting things when I was sorting out the surveillance at home."
The surveillance system was installed when they first moved in, in order to be able to observe the child Yelu in real time when they were on a business trip to prevent her from chewing the sofa at home.
With that said, Lu Xiang showed Song Lan's evidence of guilt.
Song Lan and Ye Lu in the video can be described as sneaky.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a good place, don't tell Lao Lu."
Then, Song Lan in the video took the cheerful Ye Lu out of the house, and Lu Xiang carefully checked the daily routine. That was when she was on a business trip.
"Tell me, what's a good place you can't tell me?"
"Well……"
Seeing the evidence of guilt, Song Lan's eyes darkened, "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Sure."
"That new barbecue restaurant on the commercial street."
