He bit his lip as he spoke and lowered his head, "I'm sorry, sir, I eavesdropped on your inner voice in your memories. But I didn't mean to. When looking at the memories, I can sense the other person's emotions to a certain extent. .”
He looked at the floor anxiously, not daring to look at Qin Zhilu again.
But after a long time, Qin Zhilu did not blame him. He just reached out and took away the lunch box from his arms, turned around and continued walking forward, "Well. If you can really go back, just go and wait for me."
He paused and then said: "If you can't wait, just talk to me."
An Yu raised his head in astonishment and watched the figure slowly walk away. He ran to catch up and muttered: "Okay. But sir, it seems that we are discussing something that is impossible to happen."
Qin Zhilu curled his lips and said, "Well, every time you undergo an induction test, you will become dumber and stupider for a period of time."
An Yu was silent for a while, looking at the fine dust floating in the air under the sun, "It hurts a lot, sir."
Qin Zhilu said nothing, broke the remaining pie in half, and handed half to him.
They ate the pie together and walked out. When Qin Zhilu finished eating the pie, he weighed the lunch box and found that there was something on the bottom layer.
An Yu not only brought a pie, but also new products waiting for delivery from the corner bakery, including candle biscuits, pea shortbread, and thorn-shaped stump bread, all of which he found inspiration from his mission at the orphanage.
Qin Zhilu tasted it while listening to An Yu's report on what happened at the minaret in the past two days.
He asked An Yu to help him understand the happenings in the minaret while he was undergoing the experiment. He originally wanted to find opportunities for An Yu to interact with everyone more and improve his social skills, but he didn't expect An Yu to just memorize the contents of the Moments in the past few days.
Qin Zhilu was speechless all the way, and then he simply asked for the terminal and refreshed himself on the messages that had accumulated in the past few days.
"Jiang Xiao has gone to the equality zone." An Yu said while glancing at the officer's face, "There is no physical training teacher, can I take a break first -"
"The new coach has been found." Qin Zhilu interrupted him and waved the terminal in front of him, "He already agreed just now."
An Yu's eyes widened in surprise, "So fast?"
He then glanced at the avatar on the screen dialog box and became even more confused, "Xide? You want a high-ranking officer to be my physical training teacher?"
"Not just a senior executive." Qin Zhilu looked calm and filled the last bite of biscuit into his mouth, chewed it slowly and swallowed it, and said quietly: "You have some weaknesses that you have to overcome sooner or later, so I will give you an extra course. , and set up a dedicated teacher.”
An Yu stayed for a long time before saying: "...Oh."
He struggled for a while, but decided to struggle, "I have too many weaknesses, do I have to overcome them?"
We agreed to lie down in the main city.
"Aren't you going to continue going on missions with me?" Qin Zhilu seemed to have expected that he would ask this, and looked at him calmly, "Do you want to learn the skills that can improve your survival rate in the mission? It's not mandatory. what ever."
"..." An Yu took a deep breath and said helplessly: "Learn."
In the afternoon, when he followed the map guidance in the terminal and walked into the mysterious venue deep in the Spire Gym, he immediately regretted it.
The venue is empty, cut into dozens of lanes vertically, with targets placed at the end of each lane.
A row of firearms are neatly displayed on the table here, ranging from portable pistols to heavy snipers similar to Ling Qiu's [Dawn].
Various functional ammunition are densely stored in the closet.
An Yu's hair stood on end and he subconsciously wanted to run away.
But the familiar steady footsteps came from behind. He turned around, and Qin Zhilu walked towards him wearing black trousers and short sleeves. The slim-fitting fabric wrapped his lean figure. He walked to An Yu and held An Yu's hand. Yu's hand picked up the mildest-looking pistol from the table and raised it toward the bullseye.
An Yu's heartbeat started to beat erratically.
"Sir..."
"Here you are, what are you afraid of?"
Qin Zhilu leaned against his face, breathing into his ear when he spoke.
The pair of black eyes stared at the bullseye in the distance, and the other hand circled from behind him to the front and pulled the safety catch for him.
Crisp snap. Bullets loaded.
Qin Zhilu almost leaned against his cheek and whispered softly: "Focus."
"Remember, you are the hunter, not the prey."
The author has something to say:
【Snowflakes】Zhaoran (1/5) Because I am happy
In this era called "Era of Resistance", few people have stepped onto the stage out of love.
The colleagues are just trying to get a bite from the Lord of the main city. They are flattering, pretentious and flattering.
They don't understand why I would show off to power.
It was even harder to understand why those adults could tolerate my arrogance.
I have no interest in speculating on the nobles' thoughts.
As for myself, the reason is very simple——
I have no abnormalities, no relatives, and I don’t have any good genes.
I am humble and therefore free.
Whether it's in the slums or standing on the world's biggest stage in the main city.
I just do it for singing.
A radiance is always a radiance, not a lumen.
Deformed or not, he is just a free singer.
No ties, no restraints, no dogma.
Just do what makes you happy.
Chapter 58 Main City·58
The faint tinnitus gradually became stronger, and An Yu felt a layer of sweat between his fingers and the trigger. His index finger slipped, and he might pull the trigger at any time due to inattention.
This realization caused his heartbeat, which he had just barely controlled, to speed up instantly, and he let go of his index finger as if he was electrocuted.
She tightened her grip on his hand and rubbed the leather glove along his finger bones.
Qin Zhilu said steadily in his ear: "Get rid of distracting thoughts. Remember, this gun is your right, and the muzzle of the gun is pointed at the person you want to kill."
An Yu took a deep breath, stared at the bullseye a hundred meters away, and tried to pull the trigger.
"Very good." Qin Zhilu loosened his strength slightly, leaving him some room to press his fingers, "Be decisive when you push it down, don't hesitate."
Through a layer of sweat, An Yu felt the small metal part again.
But the moment the touch occurred, his hand froze.
The tendons were beating wildly under the skin, wringing out unbearable pain.
"Cramp."
Qin Zhilu said, completely letting go of his hand and holding his wrist instead, "Relax, transfer the gun to me."
An Yu couldn't hear what the officer was saying clearly. The ringing in his ears formed a sharp line, his hands and feet were weak, cold sweat soaked his whole body, and his heart was beating wildly and disorderly in his chest.
Qin Zhilu stroked his head with his left hand, spread his fingers with his right hand, flexibly turned the gun body against the leather glove, and wrapped the muzzle of the gun with his palm.
He calmly wiped the gun clean and put it back in place. He glanced at the terminal An Yu put on the table and said, "Look, your living conditions and mental state have not fluctuated. A gun is a threat in the hands of others, but in your own hands It's just a tool. This time I held the gun for 4 minutes and 12 seconds. Next time it will be better."
An Yu put his hands on his knees and gasped for air. It took a long time for the ringing in his ears to subside. He said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, sir... but I... don't want there to be a next time..."
He cannot overcome his fear of guns because they are the most unreasonable way to kill.
Qin Zhilu's hand covered his head and never moved away. After a long time, he sighed softly, "The shadow I left on you?"
An Yu was silent for a long time before looking at the ground and nodding lightly.
"Are you afraid of me?"
An Yu hesitated, seeming to want to shake his head, but hesitated. "I have very complicated feelings about you. I was a little scared before." He wiped the sweat accumulated on his chin with his wrist. His legs were still shaking. He could only look up at the officer with some difficulty, "But now that I know you Now that I have become a gene induction experimenter, I am not afraid at all.”
Qin Zhilu raised his eyebrows, "How do you say that?"
"Because I completely believe that you never wanted to kill me from the beginning. You have experienced it yourself and know what kind of challenge the experiment will bring to the recipient's mental strength, but my mental strength never declined during the experiment. At the level of will, I am indeed the highest order that you have always believed in.”
An Yu's tone was as cautious and submissive as ever, but when his trembling golden eyes looked at Qin Zhilu, he was confident.
He trembled and raised his head, looking at him equally.
After a long while, Qin Zhilu chuckled, turned around and took out a gun from his waist. The bullet was loaded and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the 800-meter target at the far end.
The action is done in one breath and only happens in a split second. When he pulled the trigger, he said lightly: "Your mission is to protect the target."
Before An Yu could sort out his thoughts, a few hundred meters away, the air seemed to fluctuate subtly for a moment. When the gunshot hit the ground, the gun target was not damaged at all and was still standing in the distance.
On the wall a little to the right, a deep crater appeared.
"Look, your use of space folding is already instinctive, and your instinctive speed can outperform bullets within a range of 800 meters."
Qin Zhilu glanced at him calmly, then changed the training magazine with a quieter sound, and turned to the 700-meter target, "The training plan has changed. Let's go target by target to test the extreme distance at which your instinct can outperform bullets." how many."
An Yu didn't quite understand the officer's intention, but Qin Zhilu didn't give him a chance to think about it and shot him again.
The gunfire fell, and the 700-meter target was unscathed.
The aftershocks of the gunshots echoed throughout the venue. An Yu was still frightened and breathing heavily, but saw the commander gently curling his lips.
Then the straight arm continued to turn to the side, "The next target is six hundred meters."
When An Yu walked out of the shooting gallery, the sound of gunshots seemed to be still echoing in An Yu's ears.
The distance where he finally lost to the bullet was between 100 and 110 meters. Based on the bullet speed, his reaction speed using space folding was about 0.13 seconds.
When Qin Zhilu walked out of the gate, he suddenly said, "It is difficult to surpass 0.13 seconds, unless the flow of time is slowed down or temporarily stagnated. This is more difficult than accelerating time, because acceleration promotes entropy increase and complies with the laws of the universe. But time stands still. It’s entropy stopping, and time retracement is entropy decreasing, both going against the trend.”
An Yu originally thought that the superior was comforting him for his failure, and was about to say that he actually didn't care at all. Unexpectedly, Qin Zhilu turned around and glanced at him, and wrote lightly: "In the following tasks, you have to continue to explore your abilities. Although humans It is still impossible to explain where the destructive power of super-abnormalities to the order of time and space comes from, but those things can do it, and there is no reason for you to be worse than them."
An Yu: "..."
The physical training class and the shooting class were seamlessly connected. When Xide casually screwed in 100-pound bars on the left and right sides of the empty bar, An Yu was still thinking about the officer's words.
First of all, he felt that the superior had let something slip - he had indeed always regarded himself as a super abnormality.
Secondly, he felt that the chief was not very human - morally speaking.
Ling Qiu was right, there are no good people in the powerful, all the sweetness is just honey on the whip, and the fate of untouchables like them is quite fixed, either they will die completely, or they will choose to go with the powerful. Once you take the second path, the rest of your life will be licking candy, working, getting whipped, licking candy again...an endless cycle.
