13 Mink Street

Little John's fear is not faking, he is genuinely terrified, because he has already sensed a terrifying force slowly gathering in this office, although it has not yet become real, it is bound to happen.

He had only meant to play a joke on Karen, a joke that seemed to him amusing;

Just like when a child was playing, he raised a water gun and hit the opponent's clothes. He laughed happily, but the problem was that the next moment, the opponent actually raised a real gun at him.

The black muzzle of the gun had already reached his forehead.

Although in the previous conversations, he showed a maturity beyond that of children of the same age, even if he is a real adult, how many of them can remain calm in the face of such a direct threat of death?

His powerful perception brought him a very clear prediction. He instinctively knelt down in front of Karen and raised his hands.

"Dr. Karen, I was wrong, I confess, I was really wrong, please, please, please!"

As arrogant as he was before, now he is as flustered as he is now;

There is no "reservation" at all, only an instinct to survive.

In fact,

The summoning words that Karen silently recited in his heart was "Shot of Punishment".

It is the only offensive spell that Karen has mastered at this stage. It can be thrown far away and cause an explosion.

Of course, the explosion can only be regarded as one of its destructive effects. In short, even if the servants of the Allen Manor went to refill the soil and cover the new turf in the area where Karen practiced the "Shot of Punishment", that circle would still be the same. Still no longer suitable for vegetation growth.

That is to say, Karen has a high status in the Allen Manor, so the Allen family allowed and acquiesced that a "bald spot" was created in their evergreen manor.

Perhaps, what Little John is really afraid of is not the explosion.

Even if he is bombed, he will definitely die, even if he is shot in a fatal place, he will die;

But at the perceptual level,

The other things attached to the "Punishment Gun" were the root cause of the real fear in his cerebral cortex.

Right now, Karen, who was sitting behind the desk in front of him and wearing a white overalls, looked to him like a judge who was judging himself.

The threat of terror is still intensifying;

Little John immediately clasped his hands together, facing Karen:

"Please, please, let me go, let me go, I know I was wrong, really, I know I was wrong..."

Karen stopped chanting in his heart. The consequence of interrupting the spell made his brain feel a tearing pain. This tearing sensation triggered a spasm of muscles all over his body, forcing Karen to bow his head. Grit your teeth.

a long time,

Only then did he overcome the severe discomfort and raised his head again.

Little John, who sensed the disappearance of the horrifying death aura, sat slumped on the ground, and his delicate red hair was completely wet with cold sweat at this moment, sticking to his scalp;

He opened his mouth, as if he was still digesting the lingering fear in his heart at this moment.

"Sit down." Karen said.

Little John's legs were a little weak, which made him fail when he tried to get up several times in a row, but he didn't dare to disobey Karen's words, so he could only flop around like a "mermaid" just landed several times;

Finally, he grabbed the chair with his hands, was able to stabilize himself, climbed back on the chair, mustered up the courage, turned around, and sat down facing Karen.

Putting his hands on his knees and lowering his head, he only dared to look at Karen with the shallow layer above his gaze.

Karen stretched out his hand, and Little John drank his ice water, so he could only bring over the black tea at this moment, and took a sip, two sips, three sips... until he finished drinking.

In Little John's eyes, Karen is using this "slow motion" method to give himself longer-term mental oppression and torture;

But the reality is that the two people in front of and behind the table are feeling very uncomfortable at the moment.

When Karen found that the perception that Little John mentioned appeared on his body, he was not sure whether it was a psychological effect or there was really some kind of existence that he could not see that was leaning against him;

In case,

He could only draw his own sword.

After all, he allowed himself to suffer accidents, but he couldn't allow himself to have accidents that were unclear.

But the biggest problem is that it's not that Karen wants to use his most powerful technique, but because...

He doesn't have normal attacks at all.

Therefore, it is convenient to put a pistol in the desk drawer. Unfortunately, this request cannot be made directly to Piaget, because even the boss with the best relationship may find it difficult to understand, and it is even more difficult to allow his own doctors to treat patients. When you see a doctor, you have to prepare a gun. What are you going to do?

I can only find a way to do it myself, and I don't know if Alaye has anything to do with it.

"Looked up."

Little John raised his head obediently, and even forced himself to show an innocent smile that belonged to this child's age group.

Karen thought back to what Little John said earlier: "It's good that she is my mother, but my mother is dead."

Shaoqing,

He said:

"Your mother doesn't exist at all."

"Yes……"

There was no invisible woman who had brought him water earlier, nor was there a woman who sat on his lap.

Little John's mother didn't exist at all, and everything was an illusion "created" by Little John himself;

But unlike schizophrenia or "hell", as a "creator", he clearly knows that his mother does not exist at all.

It's just that he used a reverse thinking to "create" her;

That is, let the people around feel that his mother is still there, let the people around feel the traces that their mother is still there, and then from the reactions of the people around, achieve a feeling of "oh, my mother is still there".

He is not deceiving himself, he is deceiving others to create the atmosphere he wants.

Therefore, why his father, Mr. Tadel, sent him to the clinic in such a hurry for two consecutive days, and today was so much earlier than the appointment time, this is probably the reason.

Little John should have used "his own mother" a lot to interact with his father.

Perhaps, it is not Little John himself who really needs to see a doctor, but Mr. Taddle, who has been tortured by his son recently.

"Why do you want to do this?"

"There is no deep purpose, and I dare not deceive you, I just think it's...fun."

Karen propped her elbows on the table, crossed her hands, and looked at Little John:

"Do you have the ability to concretize perception? No, it is a kind of 'force' mastery, mind power?"

"I haven't heard of the term you mentioned before, but I have a feeling that your description and cognition should be correct."

"How did you get this power?"

"It's been like that for a year after my mother died, but this year, it's starting to get more and more manipulative."

"Are you religious?" Karen asked.

"My father would sometimes take me to the monastery, but I knew he was going to meet his lover."

It means that his family is not religious.

If not religious, then the family belief system?

But it shouldn't be, because if it's the family's belief system, Tadel wouldn't be completely ignorant of his son's abilities;

Even if Little John's mother gave Mr. Taddle a green hat,

Pregnant with the child of a man with the family's belief system, without passing the "blood test", Little John will not wake himself up.

Although Karen does not dare to completely deny the existence of "heterogeneous" who can awaken themselves without a blood test, but whether it is a religious belief system or a family belief system, there are "beliefs", and it is not like Little John, who is purely It's for fun.

Therefore, there is only one explanation left, that is, Little John... has been polluted, and now he has become a strange monster.

"Which part of your body feels strange when you use your power?"

Little John pointed to the position of his chest and heart:

"Here it counts, every time I use my power, it will jump very fast, very fast."

Is it the heart?

Karen couldn't be sure.

If Pu'er, Kevin, or Alfred were here at this time, they should be able to get more clues than themselves in the face of Little John's situation, because no matter how much they tutored theoretical things, experience and experiences In this regard, there is no way to improve in a short time.

There was silence in the office.

Little John didn't dare to move rashly, but just sat obediently;

Karen himself doesn't know what to say now, he has neither the ability nor the qualification to arrange for Little John.

"Actually, you are not a special case in this world."

"Before I met you, I thought I was a special case. Now, I really realize that I am not."

"Do you know if you continue to indulge your ability, and continue to play with this ability in such a naughty way, what consequences will you encounter in the end?

You will attract the attention of some people, or call the attention of some groups and forces.

If, as you said, the source of your ability is your heart, then your heart will be the material they are most interested in. "

Little John swallowed.

Karen had a hunch that this special ability of Little John should be on the same level as Alfred's Succubus Eye.

And Alfred's succubus eye is something that even Rathma wants to collect. If it wasn't for Diss' sake, Alfred would have put on the one-eyed dragon eye mask long ago.

This world is so realistic that the corpses of priests can be recycled as materials, not to mention those "strange demons" who jump around in society and can't even hide themselves.

No, he didn't even know that he had become a strange demon.

"Your words have shattered my pride." Little John said, "It turns out that I'm just that fool who likes to twist my body in the pig pen to show off my fat body."

"Your analogy is very good. Doesn't your family own a textile factory and also invest in a pig farm?"

"I read a lot." Little John said, "Of course, not as many as you."

"Hide your own abilities well, if you want to live freely and longer."

"What about you, you're not interested in my heart?" asked Little John.

Karen picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and didn't answer.

"You...why didn't you answer?"

"I'm just thinking along your lines, if your heart is given to me, how should I use it."

Little John smiled and said: "I can feel that your answer is very sincere. Although you really wanted to kill me just now, this should be a very contradictory feeling, but here you are, It seemed natural."

"You are very talented, even if you don't have that special ability, you are still very smart, and you will have a good future development, so cherish it yourself."

Karen didn't ask him why he was willing to let his "mother" do this to him. In fact, he had already given the answer, because his mother didn't exist at all. "Playing" with himself, getting some kind of pleasure he wants from his own feedback.

He is different from Judea. Judea is paranoid in the actual sense, but he is more like a child holding a knife. What is coming.

"thank you."

Karen looked up at the wall clock and said, "It's time for diagnosis and treatment."

"Can I continue to look for you?" Little John asked.

"Make an appointment."

"OK."

Little John left his chair and opened the door of the office. His father, Mr. Tadel, walked over immediately. Little John started crying and threw himself into his father's arms:

"Dad, my mother really left, really left me, I don't have a mother anymore, I don't have a mother anymore..."

"Son, you still have me, you still have me."

The father and son hugged each other and began to cry. Because it was at the door of the office, this scene attracted the attention of many people. Generally, the effect can be found by asking the doctor, just like sweating profusely after a cold, which is very intuitive.

"Thank you, doctor, I would like to continue with the appointment, when will we next..."

"Mr. Tadel, you can talk to the receptionist about this, and we will arrange the time for you." Bertha walked over and smiled.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Tadel pulled his son and prepared to leave.

While wiping his tears, Little John turned his head and waved to Karen:

"Brother doctor, goodbye."

Karen waved him back.

Bertha closed the office door and said with a smile: "You know, the doctor who received him yesterday curled up at the foot of the table while chatting, and he didn't come to work today."

"This child has a lot of emotions in his heart, and he can easily infect others." Karen said vaguely.

He was worried that if he talked too much, Bertha would think that this was a good seed, and then try to recruit him into the religion.

This is really crazy, even if you believe in other orthodox churches, it is infinitely better than going to the Guangming God and becoming a "remnant" as soon as you join the religion.

Bertha didn't continue to ask about Little John, but took out a thick envelope and put it on Karen's desk:

"The boss asked me to bring it to you and deduct it from your salary this month."

"Okay." Karen accepted the envelope, which contained the money for the car, um, and living expenses.

"The boss is really kind to you, and you are really kind to the boss." Bertha said with some taste.

"They're all friends."

"Well, what an enviable friendship."

Bertha looked at Karen's face, and the temperament of the boss at work came to mind again;

As a woman, at this time, she felt a sense of regret similar to a man's feeling of looking at two beautiful lesbians... Really, extravagance and waste.

Karen didn't know what was going on in Bertha's mind, because he never expected that this "remnant" of the Illuminati Sect would have such a rich inner world.

"Can I get off work now?"

"Of course, your appointment for today has been completed."

"OK."

Karen took off her overalls and packed her things:

"See you tomorrow, Bertha."

"It depends on whether you have an appointment tomorrow, but you can rest assured that your price is very expensive."

"OK."

Karen walked out of the office without saying hello to Piaget, and walked directly outside the clinic, but when he passed the waiting room, he slowed down a little because he saw a group of female security guards gathering to give lectures.

I remember the last time Alfred said that when he was sitting there, a female security guard kept walking in front of him, using low-level probing techniques to "scrub" him.

Looking back, I glanced at the sign at the entrance of the clinic;

So, has Piaget's clinic largely become a branch of the remnants of the Sect of Light?

When entering the elevator, through the window, you can see the Curtis Building opposite, which is the place where the Crow Messenger held a party last time, which is really convenient.

Daytime activities are here, and nighttime secret activities are on the opposite side.

Um?

Wait a moment.

I work in the den of the remnants of the Guangming God Sect during the day, and live in the house left by the remnants of the former Guangming God Sect at night. Especially last night, the former owner even took the initiative to "chat" with me, so what am I?

Shaking his head, Karen took the elevator downstairs and just walked out of the building when he met a tall girl in leather boots, around 18 or 19, who was walking and eating with a large bag of potato chips in her hand.

Especially in the bag of potato chips in her arms, the two spoonfuls of sauce are particularly obvious.

The Wien people really have a soft spot for sauces, and any food is an accessory to sauces for them.

Karen stood on the side of the road, ready to take a taxi home. If there were no accidents, he would be able to drive his own car to get off work or to the hospital tomorrow.

The tall girl was also standing beside Karen, also waiting for a taxi. The perfume on her body smelled very good, and it was a kind of warm smell, because her body was young, and it was the most youthful and energetic. period.

A taxi pulled over, and the driver asked;

"Sir, miss, are you together?"

Karen shook his head, took half a step back, and motioned for the girl to use the car first.

"Thanks."

The girl thanked Karen, got into the taxi, and leaned forward to tell the driver the location of her destination. When the taxi started to move forward, the girl suddenly poked her head out of the window, holding a piece of potato in her hand. and shouted to Karen with a smile:

"Brother also wants a slice?"