Under the stage, dim fluorescence became the only source of light.
The man in the silver mask stood in the dark, clearly insulated from all the light, but the whole man, like a sharp blade, suddenly split his horizon, making it difficult to ignore. Even his pupils were absorbed, the dark fog piled up when he looked down, the momentum was compelling, and it seemed illusory.
In silence, pounce...
But it was the little girl in the dress who was excited to fall to the floor, and the complicated lace cake skirt rolled up, and the whole person hung up on the edge of the seat and swayed.
In the blue sky, almost every teenage girl fantasizes about this scene.
Wang walked down from the high platform and bowed his arrogant head for himself, taking away the subordinate he captured, unmasking the madness of countless people in charity between the mansions.
She has long gone through unrealistic teenage fantasies.
What excited her was the scene before--
The honorable new king, walking down from the altar, is actually picking it up in person - this beautiful little brother who doesn't eat fireworks!
Like a sweet stunning melon!
Little brother is obviously familiar with the new king, quietly follow him.
Jomo was seriously ill, witch's face was still white, porcelain-like skin appeared gentle and tender under dim light, fluffy curly hair flew slightly with the airflow, long lashes cast shadows, adding a touch of interpersonal flawlessness to the flawless outline.
The two of them looked at each other from height to height, and the atmosphere was strangely harmonious.
The man never spoke, and the teenager immediately followed him as he turned around.
The central control system of the entire building was then manipulated, and where the two people passed by, once the bright lights went out, even the shadows projected merged with the darkness.
Most of the audience focused on the stage, and no one noticed it.
The only little girl with a neck, she suddenly remembers something after a long time.
Five minutes ago, she seemed to have told her little brother that she suspected that the redhead muscle man who warmed the bed to the new king was the Mad Lion...
She hit a hiccup nervously.
It's too late to regret it!!!!
Witch Jane also tends to follow the man, her eyes curious, her eyes wandering around.
When no one was around, he couldn't help but shout with joy: "Brother! ”
Man, um, sounded.
The foot keeps moving.
The luxurious silver mask blocks the man's expression as the witch blinks her eyes at the guard, with a very familiar cocoon distribution on her broad palm.
He walked through the dark audience with a baroque, exaggerated hall and a metallic, lightly painted corridor. At the end of the field of view, an otherwise flat wall suddenly bursts with virtual ripples.
“Validation started, validation successful. Welcome, my lord. ”
In the door, it seems to be another completely different world.
The elevator dropped so fast that this mysterious base was just below the track.
A moment after stepping out of the elevator, a dozen pairs of sights gathered here, and after seeing the guard, they saluted and looked at the witch behind him.
There's curiosity, there's amazement, there's gaze.
One of the ladies in the white coat smiled gently at Witch Jane.
“Brother Wei.” She went on to report: “Everyone was bidding in Conference Room B64. This...”
Guardian glanced at the witch Jane.
Witch Jane blinked, her face almost didn't say - put me anywhere.
“Wait here for me.” Wesley said, succinctly. When she left, the lady smiled and opened the lounge door to Witch Jane.
Conference Room B64.
Deep 100 meters underground, the golden beauty of the conference room, which can accommodate only 20 people, is tightly guarded and the fatalists/gunmen belonging to different forces stand outside the door.
In the venue, the man in the same white coat is explaining to the bidder the latest scientific crystallization of Floating City.
On his front card, he wrote the word "Song” for the Dragonfly Phoenix dance.
Downstairs, the atmosphere is very serious.
Except for a black cat - eat cat snacks in the first row of seats.
“Genetically modified technologies were proposed by the ancients eleven centuries ago.” Researcher Wen explained: “By the 27th century, the focus of individual transformation research began to shift from DNA to RNA - if DNA is the book of life, it cannot be rewritten at the moment of our birth. The cost of developing efficient and stable DNA strands is enormous. ”
Black cats rush to the stage like lightning, and researcher Song has to pay tribute to this ancestor: “By contrast, the lower cost is to induce RNA behavior - the medium for translating and transcribing the Book of Life. ”
“It is well known that the major biotech giants, Nandu Cebu Corporation, R-code entertainment, including the federal military, have in recent years significantly altered RNA transcription processes in experiments through drug injection, bioradiation, etc. In the process of creating new cell tissues, hormone secretion is tightly controlled, human function is enhanced, and the most so-called perfect human weapon is created. ”
“- firm will, loyalty, strong bone density, high muscle share. ”
“This category of combatants is fatally flawed. Rare emotions, decreased external perception, and a high incidence of heart disease. ”
“The most important of these deficiencies have been made ‘emotional chains’ by us. ”
Four large words float in the screen.
“Floating City's profitability in the genetic medicine industry soared last quarter because we broke this‘ emotional shackle ’. ”
Underneath the stage, everyone's looks were a shock.
“Please pay attention to this cat. ”
Researcher Song scratched the black cat's chin and took care to bring it up: “Of all the cases I have treated, one is particularly complicated. The other party is strong, alert, and completely free from psychological implication. ”
“We were inspired by emotional therapy just when there was nothing we could do. ”
“No one is alert to cute little animals - we use psychiatrist-assisted animal therapy while drug adjustments are made to patients. ”
“The patient quickly established a deep bond with the ‘companion therapist', proactively opened his heart and reflected a significant increase in dopamine in a recent medical examination. ”
“The patient played with the cat...” Researcher Song touched his back, the black cat suddenly blew his hair and danced claws at him.
“and communication…”
Researcher Song suddenly covered his left hand and the three blood traces on it were clearly visible.
Speeches on the stage are continuing.
On one side of the conference room, behind a single mirror, two Floating City dignitaries looked at the eye-catching tongue.
“Song, why can't you think about catching this black cat demonstration? Except for Vega - who hasn't been scratched by this base??? ”
“For the sake of truth... is he really so blind and frivolous, you say, is this cat really fixing Vigo? Doesn't look like it, and feelings don't seem that deep! ”
“Teacher Song said yesterday's test report was the result of successful emotional movements. Psychological suggestion for so long, it has to be a bit effective anyway. For the last half of the month, the little animal around Vega —— isn't it just this cat? Where else could it be without it? ”
“Not a cat, but a redhead lion? Two cents? Ha ha ha ha...”
The doorknob opened from the outside and the two silenced instantly, brushing with their eyes to salute: "Brother Wei! ”
"How's it going in there?" ”
“Better than expected.” A little brother quickly reported: “The first issue of the patent bid has risen to 1.2 billion credit points, and the price is still rising...”
Lesser hectares.
The tender was successfully concluded.
Researcher Song came out of the conference room with the cat, he didn't see anyone. The black cat slammed onto the floor. He rubbed his calf and hairy tail on the man's trouser leg.
Rubbing and laying flat on the floor revealing his belly.
He didn't even rub his stomach with his feet when he saw the guard, and the black cat rolled a few laps, eventually following the man.
Weisheng took the contract from researcher Song and nodded satisfactorily: “Not bad. Get ready and come with me to see Broiler. ”
Researcher Song answered and went back inside to clean up.
Midway gaze at the back of the guard, suddenly for a long time.
“That's not right!” He slapped his thigh: “Moving... should be good with the therapist. Why didn't he pick up the cat? ”
One of my colleagues stunned: “This —— not necessarily? ”
Researcher Song shook his head into a wave drum: “The two main elements of affection. ”
“First, first contact with concomitant therapy within twelve hours of psychological suggestion. Secondly, there is a continued focus on concomitant therapists. Also, this is the first stage, when the treatment moves to the next stage, it is to create an emotional connection, including caring desire, possession desire, comfort desire, etc..."
“Except for Vego, all cases are inseparable from the therapist accompanying him. Big fur, for example, walks guinea pigs everyday..."
He suddenly said, "Where did Vega go a month ago after he made the psychological cue? ”
“As instructed by the lab, after spending a few hours with the black cat, he went straight to the Clawson show to pick the sea.” A colleague queried the treatment records.
Researcher Song nodded: “Okay, I remember, go back and find out —— hey, wait, who did you say Vega was bringing in? ”
A photograph was projected onto the screen.
Researcher Song was slightly stunned: “It's pretty... check the data. ”
Witch Jane, 19, White Moon Light Entertainment, Clawson Show Trainer Ranked 3rd, Repetition Rating A, Sea Choice 51st Promotion.
“The 51st race of the sea... isn't that Vega?! ”
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Witch Jane sighed in the lounge for a long time because she had drunk a little wine before and took a little unconscious nap.
Between half-dreams, a furry head appears to have rubbed over his cheek.
“Rabbit, don 't--”
Witch Jane whimpered one over, buried her head in the sofa mat, and stepped on her cold back by claws.
His rabbit is not this big...
The witch creeped up and a black lightning bolted behind herself, revealing a pair of green and ghostly cat eyes. Then he wandered behind the man, constantly rubbing his pants and feet with his head.
The black cat turned her head and blended into the darkness and couldn't even get a shadow.
Wait a minute!
It's not on!
The next moment, the room suddenly lit up.
The guardian stood next to the central control system and looked down at the witch Jane.
Witch Jane realized that the old man had removed the silver mask.
The white swinging light went from top to bottom, the man was sharp and deep, the outline separated the faceless face from the deep shadow, the tall and strong lower nose beam lip line was cold and hard, and the right hand rubbed on a weapon never seen by the witch.
The black cat, who was just so brilliant, was getting tired of rolling under his feet.
Witch Jane suddenly thought that if she was a normal person, the first reaction must have been to kill her with a gun...
And he's probably sleeping his head off.
A sudden drowsiness in consciousness.
Dream on! The king won't take their masks off!
The teenager's ears on the sofa were slightly red, the little curly hair rubbed his face, and his eyes were full of admiration when he raised his head!
Guns are the usual thinking moves of the boss. Witch Jane can't guess what the boss is thinking. He only remembered in a trance when he raised his head, as if the light was still on when he fell asleep.
Tap, a gun was suddenly thrown on the coffee table.
“Disassembled.” Lazy orders from the guards.
Witch Jane hasn't reacted yet, and her body has lifted her small hand/gun asynchronously before her consciousness.
Metal barrels carry slightly hotter body temperatures than the basic weapons learned at the Clawson show, and a few more parts than Witchcraft had ever seen.
He removes the gun/stopper, the magazine, the reintroduction spring, the iron barrier according to his memory, and then looks surprised--
The ballistic casing was uneven at the bottom and more frictional than any gun he had ever seen.
When he saw the guard, he found something strange and his eyes revealed a slight sense of satisfaction.
Witch Jane doubted her head and saw the old man with his eyes showing him how to talk.
“The shelling is quite resistant, suppressing and suppressing bullet kinetic energy -” Witch Jane worked very hard to make a fuzzy guess: “This is designed to, uh...”
He slightly jammed the shell, and behind the guard, a cat's face burst out and looked at him in disdain.
Amber pupils open, and black cats stare: “To —— to reduce the killing power…”
Black Cat: “meow meow meow meow meow!!! ”
Witch Jane: “Well... so..."
Black Cat: “meow meow meow!! ”
The gaze of the guardian swept between the witch Jane and the black cat, seemingly delighted by the teenager's expression and in a good mood.
Witch Jane's thoughts were interrupted, and when she bowed her head again, she remembered that the gun she could carry with her when she was defended could not naturally be a toy gun that weakened her killing power.
The guard stared at the messy little curly hair, raised his eyebrows slightly, took the gun from Witch Jane's hand and took out the bullet.
“7.62 caliber, screw thread. ”
Witch Jane opened her eyes and dismantled the gun as she watched the guard. The man's hands seemed to have unknown magic. Cold and icy metal devices flied over and down his fingertips, hard to dismantle the sharp sense of art.
“Every gun is designed for an inevitable reason.” The guard approached and handed him the warhead in the enchanted amber pupil: "The best way to destroy the opponent is not to punch through, but to stay inside him. Straight, vascular collapse, tissue necrosis."
The man was so aggressive that Witch Jane leaned back unconsciously and scrolled the warhead with her fingertips in a complex pattern.
“The warhead has a blood trough.” The bodyguard glanced at the pattern: "The most efficient gun in the escape show is the one that activates the opponent's life-cell with maximum kinetic energy. But it's different. ”
Suddenly the handle in Witch Jane's hand was cold.
The Guardian's words are clear enough.
The shelling increases resistance and the warhead attaches a blood trough, a gun designed to destroy the flesh and blood - a gun that really kills people.
“Underground race?” Witch Jane finally reacted.
“Well, there's,” Wesley whispered, “and, used outside the game. ”
Witch Jane shook her hand and the bullet fell to the ground.
He shuddered and bent over to pick it up without noticing the slight pressure in the guard's eyes.
When he looked at the big man again, the man in front of him finally coincided with the king in the silver mask--
And the witch who sat in front of him looked like a quail that was brought to the table for the king.
Weshi snorted, not surprisingly, the rabbit sperm was shaken by Cesar.
“Tricyclic to off-target.” The guardian suddenly said.
Witch Jane blinked confused and suddenly remembered - this seemed to be her performance on the playground…
How'd the boss know?
Wait, the boss seems to really know...
The silver mask logo that runs through the street is like the eye of a floating city, everywhere.
Witch Jane blinked and blinked her eyes, like a failed elementary school student, slightly depressed in front of her brother.
The gaze of the guard swept over the exhaled cheeks of the teenager: "The gun problem, the whole blue sky, including □ □, is designed to kill people. Remember to disassemble the weapon if you are unable to master it. ”
Witch Jane, just then, looked at the small gun on the table and let go, the little curly hair was again fluffy for safety.
The boss wasn't trying to intimidate him!
The boss is just... teaching in a special way!
As Witch Jane relaxed and spread out, the guard suddenly said: "The gun is for you. ”
Witch Jane took a beat, Amber Pupil Godly Thriller.
This is a killer gun!
- Private guns are illegal!!
However, the guardian's expression is cold and indisputable.
Until the witch Jane was under pressure and stuffed the gun in her pocket, she was satisfied.
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Half an hour ago, Weisheng entered the diagnostic equipment with a black cat, and the chief researcher of Floating City himself made a psychological suggestion with a knife.
“At this stage, patients will continue to pay increased attention to those who accompany them. Rest assured, this is normal in treatment and everything is within reasonable control. ”
“In the next phase, we will guide you in building emotional connections with your therapist. ”
“Hormone injection complete. ”
“Please relax and look at the therapist images in your mind. ”
“What kind of black cat do you see? ”
"…”
“Do you want to touch it? ”
"…”
“If you wanted to give it a gift, would you prefer cat sticks, cat snacks, or bells? ”
At last, the guard who did not cooperate with the treatment opened his mouth:
“Deliver the gun. ”
Thanks Drunken Fish for singing late * 3, Flashing Hakron * 2, 27334124, Song Dynasty Hibiscus, Bone Stamp Mine!!
Of course, how can the boss be shallow influenced by psychological cues!! Like is like!!!
Thank you every little angel who waits! Bow, bow, bow!
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