Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!
Psychopacifiers
Rooms are extremely unfamiliar.
Hugs are not rabbits at all - they're bigger than rabbits, more than number one, they're rabbits' backcolors!
The witch's head finally came back to work after a whiff of witchcraft.
Last night.
Go play with Big Brother.
And then... and then...
Witch Jane stunned out her hand and patted it gently on the side of her neck.
No injuries found.
He ran again to the bathroom, where there was still faint water vapor, a familiar and aggressive atmosphere sandwiched in the vapor, and someone seemed to have taken a bath.
Witch Jane wiped out the mirror and took a right at the inside to the left.
There was no trace of a bite in my memory.
Back in bed, the witch Jane had lost her face. The black cat grunted and rolled around, claw pad pressed on the witch's hand, indicating that he came over to rub his hair.
Witch Jane mechanically held the cat, and the memory seemed to have serious faults.
Yesterday the black cat took off with him and today it's sticky like a fake cat.
And brother... he must be dreaming...
The door creaked open.
The rabbit on the bed was stiff and sweaty in the palm of his hand turned the dry black cat into a wet cat strip.
Wesley glanced at him and put his breakfast on the table.
Witch Jane jumped out of bed and sat down along the scent. She tried to scratch her lungs and didn't dare say anything.
There is a serving of egg porridge, dumplings, yolk buns and soy milk on the plate.
The white porridge bowl was pressed under a printed note “176, 61kg, Nutritional Meal Group B”.
Witch Jane's little curly hair jumped instantly.
It was brought here by the boss...!
When he saw the rabbit, he looked stunned and switched plates to the other side of the table.
Witch Jane immediately followed the past.
The guard pushed the plate back again.
Witch Jane followed her.
“…” The bodyguard took the disposable thermometer out of the drawer: “Come here. ”
36.3 degrees Celsius, normal temperature, no signs of infection. The guard prompted the witch Jane to lift her chin and sweep her eyes at the white neck of the teenager.
Witch Jane was stunned.
Last night's memories rushed in, and I did get a bite on my neck...
The guardian raised his eyebrows and pushed the plate to the witch Jane. No fever, no infection, just counting rabbits.
The man poured himself a glass of water and swallowed two capsules in his hand.
Witch Jane quickly retracted her gaze and quickly connected all the information in her mind.
Treatment, emotional instability, four hours, medication, normal boss, not so normal boss...
Brother is sick?
Witch Jane frowned. Big Brother has everything in his mind and knows almost everything about him - but he knows little about everything about Big Brother.
The guard sat opposite the witch Jane.
The rabbit at the table shrunk his head, and the little spoon in his hand moved like an undercharged mechanical rabbit, but it was very fast.
“I'll take you back to the training base.” The guard glanced at the terminal and opened the door.
Witch Jane followed him behind the guard and tried to sound and swallow again several times. The floating car came through the fog and parked at the door, and Witch Jane found that the place where the guard lived should be the highest point of the entire floating city.
Floating military bases circle down the entire hillside, such as the lighthouse of the foggy star Romeib.
The guard opened the co-pilot for him and watched the rabbit climb in nicely before turning around and driving.
Through the window of the car, the morning light outlines the man's cold side face, and his eyes cast a deep shadow.
Witch Jane suddenly remembered that the last time the boss drove him, it didn't seem like he was deliberately waiting for him to enter the co-driver...
The guard suddenly flanked him and tied the rabbit tightly with his seat belt.
Witch Jane's consciousness shrank behind her.
Weishi's side raised her eyebrows slightly: “Afraid? ”
“ ”Witch Jane:“ No, no, no... thank you brother... ”
Satisfied with his defense.
The floating car travels in the morning wind and slowly stops at the base.
When I got off, I wondered if it was a witch Jane's illusion, and the old man's gaze faded over his neck. Yet what Witch Jane noticed was another detail ——
By the driver's seat of the guard, a white tablet was exposed.
“MHCC Mental Palliative Agents”
Wei Shi placed the rabbit essence at the base door, and Witch Jane waved her little round face under the suspended car, suddenly a small hectare.
Like, kind of like saying goodbye to parents next to kindergarten...
At this time, however, at 7 a.m., most of the participants were still asleep in their bedrooms. Witch Jane opened her hand and stuffed it with twelve top fixers from the old man. It was also compact to squeeze together.
He pushed the gate of the training base into the A073 training room - then the fire speed flipped out of the terminal and quickly typed it in the search bar.
“Emotional Stabilization Period” - A disorder, or a drug side effect. Hormonal dysregulation, some extreme emotional amplification, recommended escort.
“MHCC Mental Palliative Agents” ——
Search results are blank.
Witch Jane switched several search engines and finally found a few sentences in a collection of charging articles.
“MHCC psychosuppressant. Prohibited drugs, discontinued by the Federation in 3012. ”
Witch Jane.
At this point, a rhythmic knock came from outside the training room.
Witch Jane opened the door and saw a man standing outside the door holding a guinea pig.
"Good morning, Mr. Law Enforcement Officer. ”
Mao Dongqing handed Witch Jane a packing bag: “Arjun asked me to give it to you and apologize to you. ”
Witch Jane opened her eyes: “What...”
Mao Dongqing shook his head, but without explanation, he turned around and left.
Witch Jane's right hand was stuck in her pocket, and the healing agent sent by the Big Brother seemed to hesitate for a long time, finally building up the courage to say: “Mr. Magistrate, I have a question! ”
The fourth Floating City magistrate was unfamiliar with him, but Witch Jane was keen to find out how he could search for the answers he couldn't get.
Mao Dongqing turned back slowly, and the guinea pig in his hand was also looking at the witch. He paused and eventually turned around: “Go to the back. ”
Early morning base air is slightly cooler and the back of the training room is not a large garden with light brandy notes.
Not surprisingly, Mao Dongqing asked about the treatment that Weisheng was undergoing.
“Genetic repair.” The Floating City magistrates concealed the details and responded concisely: "There are six courses for restoring discarded physical functions, most importantly emotion and perception. ”
Witch Jane stunned: "Emotion? What's the cause? ”
Mao Dongqing: “I can't tell you too much. But in the future, you'll have a chance to know. The treatment process itself is a process of emotional amplification, including joy, hatred, soothing/comforting/lust, hunger, agitation. ”
The witch who was scratching her memories suddenly realized: “Hunger...”
Mao Dongqing looked at him with some thought.
The two went all the way to the end of the garden.
Mr. Magistrate looked at the terminal and Mao Dongqing suddenly handed over the guinea pig when he thought he was leaving: “Want a hug? ”
Witch Jane nodded.
He was harvested by Mao Dongqing before he got warm. It turns out he really just hugged "a little”. Mao Dongqing has always had no expression on his face, handing the guinea pig out seems to be his only way to express friendship.
Men fade away in the fog. Witch Jane is slightly sentimental, Mr. Big Mao... really different from the redhead.
8 o'clock.
The class bell rang at the base.
After having slept well, Zoe recognised the witch at a glance from the crowd. It was quite emotional: “The little witch slept heavy enough yesterday and didn't hear her knock on the door several times. ”
The back ear of the Witch Jane mask is slightly red and can only support me and nod my head.
Theoretical instructors are usually late.
Witch Jane continued her search at the terminal, and the eyes of Cold Zoe came together with care.
“A gift? Who is the little witch sending gifts to?! ”
Witch Jane quickly explained: “A friend,” he immediately remembered Zoe, knowledgeable, "Zoe, do you have any gifts that can be given to people who are easily... hungry? ”
Zoe looked at the fool and said, "Eat. ”
Witch Jane shook her head hastily and her right hand consciously touched a neck wound that no longer existed: "… better be used to grind teeth. ”
Zoe: “Baby toothpaste? ”
Witch Jane added: "Adults! ”
Zoe said, "There are also adults who want to grind their teeth with baby batons these days. ”
Witch Jane's anger raised her cheeks and ended up ordering a series of snack gift packs including nuts, hard sugar and small buns.
Zoe was sad: "It turns out he's a kid, eating so much. But we little witches still have bodies. ”
After placing an order online, the terminal diameter goes straight back to the homepage. Due to multiple search engines switched, Witch Jane's homepage was hijacked by a messy website, pushing out a series of messy content based on her search history.
Zoe looked at the past unannounced for a long time and said, “How come there are no small ads?! ”
Witch Jane: "What little ad...”
Zoe: “... don't you usually watch... cough...”
Witch Jane's face was blind.
Zoe patted him on the shoulder: "Can't you find the resources? Go back and pass it to you. Oh, and Caesar... Caesar saved 600 PB's, and he couldn't see them all. What a hamster brain. ”
Zoe said, while sweeping the Witch Jane's push page, she jumped out of a search record related.
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Zoe: “…”
Witch Jane quickly explained, “It's not me. I didn't. I didn't see it. It's impossible.”
Zoe remained silent for a long time and eventually opened her mouth: “Witch, it's no big deal that boys like to watch this. If you're embarrassed, I promise not to tell anyone. ”
Witch Jane's despair widened her eyes.
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After the second theoretical lesson, the practical training finally filled up the curriculum again, after all, on the underground escape field of the final exam - two people fighting for their lives, not on your side and on my side, sitting on both ends of the field writing the test papers.
For the next three days, the A073 training room belonging to Witch Jane was always open at 7 a.m. and closed when the lights went out at 23 a.m.
The boss sent 12 restoratives just enough for 4 days of training, while Teacher Arjun sent 6 more.
Witch Jane never figured out why Teacher Arjun wanted to “apologize” to him.
Under the accumulation of powerful training resources, Witch Jane's tactical dodging almost skimmed the bone.
The copy difficulty was changed to medium high on the second day and advanced on the third day. Six sets of tactical actions go deep into the bone marrow and are remembered by the muscles. Zoe even saw it a couple of times —— Witchcraft eating a meal, grabbing a spoon, and figuring out how to tactically connect.
When the last two teamed up - even Zooey was stunned.
Some people's talents aren't necessarily the best, but they're definitely the hardest ones around you.
Outside the training base, Floating City fog day after day.
When the night was also daylight, Witch Jane suddenly realized that the first weekend in Floating City had arrived.
The training base took two hours off, and was given the A073 training room by Witch Jane, who was happy to crowd the Rabbit Essence and Bug Gate.
After three hell days of training, Witch Jane doesn't even think it's a problem to arrange her own bedroom like this!
In the second hour, Zoe finally had to take Witch Jane out of the training room to study the latest developments in the Clawson show.
The weekend is halfway through the Clawson Show holidays.
In order to draw votes, a second egg was fried in thin clay water at the Starbucks PO.
Zoe: “Thin water. Doesn't this slut just fry eggs? Aren't these two eggs identical? ”
Witch Jane: "… the second egg is heart-shaped and should be molded. ”
Wei Yan was quiet.
Zoe: “Yes. ”
The organizers of the Clawson show have begun to prepare for the third round of the elimination, the screen-shielded buildings are filled with six-mounted stars, and the sponsor's linked-star pages are under renovation.
Zoe: “Looks a little like a magic altar? The theme for the next knockout is a little hard to guess, Magic Junior Witch? ”
Witch Jane rebutted: "Magic boy Zoe! ”
Zoe: “Come on, it's up to you, Magic Junior Caesar. ”
The two of them studied it all the way down, and with twenty minutes left, Zoe decided to go to the bedroom to make up her mind.
Witch Jane opened the star net again, studying nutty sugar and small buns.
Only half a day away from the next 1V1 coaching session, however, no merchant dares to ship to Floating City.
As soon as Witch Jane knocked, the opposite side shuddered the rope immediately to put forward various reasons such as "too dangerous” and “do not provide a disposable courier”.
The snack pack I was going to give to the boss... can only be set aside temporarily.
At the end of the two-hour “holiday," Witch Jane rushed into Zoe's dorm with a bell, dragged out her sniper/sniper/hand sleeping in the dark, and returned to the theory class, the schedule was refreshed.
After three days of tactical evasion classes, there was only one thing left -
Gun base.
Zoe suddenly remembered something and took a deep look at Jane Eye.
Outside the firearms training room, two people take the number assessment before and after each other. Zoe waited almost twenty minutes before Witch Jane was released by the Gun Instructor.
The young man in the white mask pulled his head slightly, and Zoe patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he would wait.
After entering the training room, the conversations between the two mentors were intermittent.
“That cadet just now… enough predictability, the problem is that he's not aggressive and can't get a sense of gunfire. Playing with dynamic targets is okay, and the real melee guns are too disadvantageous. ”
“Extravasation is only E, if the amount of training is increased -”
“Nor will it have any obvious effect; it is a matter of character itself. The final exam is just two days away. Let him sign the L63 stress training. ”
“Direct to stress training?? ”
“Well, if he comes here, there's no point in not breaking the limit. ”
Preparing to take Zoe's gun for a meal.
Five minutes later, Zoe interrupted Witch Jane, who was preparing to sign in the hallway.
“Witch! ”
Witch Jane raised her head.
Zoe said quickly: “I didn't think it was stress training - banned by the Federation decades ago, and the blue sky is still there. Stimulating the subconscious itself is illegal and you have the right to refuse. ”
Witch Jane winks: “Thank you Zoe... I'd still like to try. ”
The rules for the next knockout are weakened, the maps shrink, and the chances of firing shots in the melee increase dramatically - if you can't break through, the security level becomes a problem.
Zoetton took a few seconds to look at the training notes in Witch Jane's hand.
—— "Three stages of stress sensation, impedance, and failure… Changes in heart rate, blood pressure, body temperature, and metabolic level shall be the responsibility of Party A (Floating XX Training Base). Psychological illness caused by inferior stress shall be borne by Party B (trainee) …”
In the lower right corner, the name of the witch Jane has been signed.
Zoe: “Really? ”
Witch Jane nodded.
The white moonlight sniper no longer stops, but gives Wizard Jane a brief hug: "Come on, don't hold on, this thing stimulates the cerebral cortex, can't fall asleep at night and come to you anytime Zoigo. ”
Witch Jane nodded with a smile.
Two hours later, Witch Jane finished preheating the dynamic shooting in Training Room A073, changed her stress training suit and opened the door to the second basement level of the base.
A female assistant professor in uniform looked at him and indicated that he was wearing a series of signs testing devices.
The two traveled through a dark corridor, during which the female assistant language was fast and flat: “Everyone reacts completely differently under stress because of their personality, background, growth environment and other factors. Give me the gun."
Witch Jane immediately handed out the training gun.
Immediately after the next moment, the assistant professor pulled down the gun insurance between the electro-optical fires, stuck her finger in the trigger, and straightened the barrel against the witch's head ——
Witch Jane's pupils shrunk.
The muscle memories that have formed over the past three days surge rapidly, retreating to nearby walls faster than consciousness--
The assistant professor suddenly dropped his gun.
“Do a demonstration.” She's cold: “Some people can execute their target, like me, without any psychological impediments. Some people give guns to strangers without warning, and the first reaction is always to run away, not to take them. Like you. ”
Jane: “!! I'm actually..."
The assistant professor interrupted: "There are no right or wrong personalities. Combat stress, on the one hand, affects your aggressiveness, ambition, subjective dynamics and, on the other hand, determines your ability to withstand pressure. ”
“Big enough to be war exhausted, shells shocked, small enough to be restless. If your personality doesn't match the battle environment you're about to face, we recommend adapting you in advance to the simulation scenario through cerebral cortex stimulation rather than shrinking on the battlefield or the field. ”
“Here we are.”
The sound of the high heels gave him back the gun: "Your stress training room. With less than two days left in the final exam, your initial goal is to stay inside for half an hour without being stunned. ”
"" … "
Female assistant teacher: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the goal is to be able to pass the primary copy.” After she had finished her statement, she glanced at the terminal and pushed the person forward, closing the door to the training room.
The room is dark.
Underfoot flooring is unknown, creepy cold and greasy, and the foot seems slightly stuck.
Witch Jane put on a holographic device and projected the training contract again in her field of view.
“Poor stress… borne by Party B (learner) …”
This is followed by rules and regulations.
“If you need to vomit, go out and turn right into the bathroom. Violators charge a cleaning fee of 600 credit points. ”
“For instructor supervision (highly recommended), left-hand machine swipe, 1000 credit points/hour, 10% off 10 cards, half monthly price. ”
Witch Jane quickly flashed through the boss's head and turned to the next page.
“Primary Scenario Choice: A. Classic Anti-Aggression Battle in 3001" I Love the Southern Cross "B. 2912" Eagle Zombie Tide "Love Strategy The most complained about war scenes in the game”
Witch Jane is slightly curious, tapping on the second option.
The surrounding scene finally lit up.
The first time Witch Jane lowered her head, she felt her stomach roll over and her feet were not on any floor, but countless sticky flesh and biological tissues. Low-level zombies with mucus looked in the body and saw Witch Jane appear, quickly clamping his calf, like a blood-sucking leech.
He didn't hesitate to drop a gun handle and immediately retreated to the bunker ——
In the scene, however, there is no shelter at all.
Witch Jane's pupils contracted sharply, which seemed to be at the centre of the zombie tide, in the distance of countless tall buildings corroded by mucus. Ten meters away, the defensive line was broken and the lower zombie was pulled out of it.
There are also advanced zombies close to human form - more like peeled monsters than humans, showing tangled red meat blocks and bare meridians.
This thing still has a gun.
The bullet suddenly rubbed against the side of the witch's ear - he covered his stomach with one hand, lifted a combat gun with one hand, and gasped and shot across the street. In a panic, the quasi-centric deviation, the sticky high-end zombie has taken the lead, with a bullet crushing the witch clan to the ground.
The stench of blood clots and mucus poured out his nose, and Witch Jane's face grew whiter every second than every second.
“Ding" prompt sounds: “Maximum record: 24 seconds. ”
Witch Jane struggled to stand up, but she didn't have time to stand steady, and the next round began again.
The monster has been reset to within 20 meters, and there is still no shelter. The purpose of stress training was only one thing - to force him to go to the rifle.
This time, he's shorter than just now. 16 seconds.
Witch Jane couldn't help herself any longer, holding her ribs down and gasping very fast.
Unlike the Dynamic Target Training Room, the five senses that are too simulated seem to be a constant source of stimulus, which seems to be the wrong operation of the Witchcraft. Instead of forcing out his fighting desire, it seriously affects his ability to make logical judgments.
The scene refreshes again.
Witch Jane raised her gun and was stabbed in the back by a corpse that was randomly refreshed behind her...
“Ahhhhhh!!! ”
Witch Jane buried her head in the mud in front of her.
God damn it, Eagle Zombie Tide! Still in love with strategy games! There's no such thing as a war scene!
In the meantime, the exotic advanced zombie stripped of his skin came again, and at first glance he had to put a patch on the witchling--
The corpse was kicked open by a pair of military boots.
Witch Jane covered her eyes with her arm and raised her gun to a random shot.
Someone: “…”
Witch Jane noticed something wrong, her elbows slipped down, revealing half her vigilant eyes.
Wei Shi asked indifferently: "Is that how you want to save 1,000 credit points? ”
The man leaned over, stripped the rabbit into a battle jacket and pulled his training card out of the inner buckle, indiscriminately brushing it onto the toll machine on the left side of the training room.
“Dip,” prompted the audio: “Stress training, instructor monitoring the monthly package. Activated. ”
[Seven... Months... Ten Thousand... Third Day...]
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