2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The puppet was completely silent, and Yang Qi should have left.

For safety reasons, Jun Qianmian gouged out the two "eyes" of the doll. But then he felt that it was not enough, so he simply pulled the doll's head off and placed it on the ground and trampled it into a pile of scrap metal.

"Found it." Ye Buyu, who had been listening quietly for a long time without making any noise, suddenly said.

Yan Muyun's phone vibrated and received a message, several hundred words long.

【Seed of Desire】

Effect: Catalyze people's desires or emotions in certain aspects (emotions, anger, sorrow, love, fear, hatred, etc.). The victim's designated emotions can easily exceed the normal threshold, causing them to ignore other normal emotions, lose their mind, and engage in various behaviors that are beyond ordinary people's cognition.

For example, Xiao Ming learned this morning that his college entrance examination score was 50 points higher than expected. At noon, he received a confession message from his favorite female classmate. In the afternoon, he learned that he had won tens of millions in lottery tickets he bought some time ago.

The arrival of happy events one after another made Xiao Ming jump up with excitement and hit the table leg with his little finger.

It hurt, and he felt aggrieved. Why wasn't someone else knocking his foot, but him? Unable to bear the injustice in this world, he committed suicide by jumping off a building...

(PS: I know this story is a bit outrageous, but that’s what it means, as long as you understand it.)

Superpower triggering method: physical contact for a period of time (about 7 to 10 seconds)

Solution: There is no immediate way to remove it, and it seems that even those who cast supernatural powers cannot do it.

The only known method at present is not to "stimulate" the affected emotions for a short period of time.

The name "Seed of Desire" is very good. This ability works just like the seeds of a plant. Once planted, it will grow indefinitely as long as it is watered and fertilized, which means that it can indulge those desires and emotions. On the contrary, as long as it is not watered and fertilized, it will gradually wither.

To give a simple example, if your "sorrow" is affected, then you should try your best to control yourself from having negative thoughts.

The more you think about it, the stronger the emotion of "sadness" will be. In the end, you are likely to kill yourself because of the sad feeling of "autumn is here and the leaves fall."

As long as you are happy every day and are not exposed to any negative emotions at all, the seeds of "sadness" will gradually wither because they cannot absorb "nutrients".

Do you understand, Yan Muyun, the safest thing you can do now is to commit suicide with a sword!

Then save that thing, and then take it back later after confirming that the other party's ability has failed.

Yan Muyun: {......}

Ye Zi: {This is the information collected by Shi Shang. I didn’t see the last sentence. }

Yan Muyun: {You are the best. }

Ye Zi: {Really, really, really, you believe me. }

Wei Min couldn't stand it anymore, and said angrily with a dark face: "Are you two interesting? You are just sending messages in the same room. What secrets should you say that cannot be heard by 'outsiders'?"

Yan Muyun coughed dryly, ignored him, and looked at the hooded girl in the corner: "Where did he find it at this time? Does our official system record this ability?"

Ye Buyu put down his cell phone and also ignored the person next to him: "No, he collected this from Jieke based on the description of his powers."

"Oh..." Yan Muyun sighed.

"Show me what you two are posting." Wei Min said and put his face close to hers.

"I'll send it to you." Yan Muyun ducked aside, planning to delete the last sentence of the description about the seed of desire before sending it.

"I sent it." Ye Buyu said.

Yan Muyun: "?"

After Wei Min received the message, he read it quickly, and then his expression became more and more exciting.

Yan Muyun didn't want to talk to these two people and raised his chin at Jun Qianmian who was standing aside: "It seems that Phantom hasn't come back yet?"

Nearly three minutes have passed since the ten-minute deadline, but there is still no news about the phantom that ran out after drinking red ice and awakening for the second time.

Jun Qian didn't speak, just looked at the remains of the doll's head on the floor expressionlessly, and used the soles of his shoes to crush the parts that fell out bit by bit.

"boom!"

At this moment, a huge buzz came from outside, as if a fighter jet flying at full speed had crash-landed in this underground building. The sound made the tables, chairs and cabinets in the room rattle.

Jun Qianmian walked toward the door without saying a word. Yan Muyun and others looked at each other and followed.

The corridor outside was in a mess, as if it had been squeezed by a high-speed subway.

Hanging paintings are crooked, sculptures are toppled, and porcelain is broken.

It was obvious that Peach Blossom Garden needed to be renovated from head to toe.

The traces of destruction extended all the way and stopped ten meters away from the room at the end of the corridor, where a red figure lay leaning against the wall.

It was a phantom. His whole body was covered with cracks, like old tree bark that had dried up and cracked after being exposed to the sun. Blood was constantly flowing out of it, which was shocking.

The man's body was originally bronze, but it was stained red with blood, his own blood.

Jun Qianmian stepped over his body and entered the room with the door ajar.

"You don't care about him?" Yan Muyun shouted with a frown.

"He will die, and so will his family. This is his own responsibility." Before Jun Qianmian's footsteps stopped, the person had disappeared behind the door, and only the voice remained outside:

"Because he timed out."

Yan Muyun's eyes twitched, but he said no more and walked around the phantom, with Wei Min and Ye Buyu following behind him.

The room was large and dark, with only the light on in the center. Various medical equipment and a multi-functional operating table were placed, and a group of figures in white protective suits were busy going back and forth.

Yan Muyun noticed that there was a similar set of multi-functional operating tables on the left, but the difference was that seven or eight people also wearing white protective suits just stood there without any action.

This was an emergency operation prepared for Phantom, but just because he had exceeded two minutes and all the preliminary preparations had been made, he was left outside the door waiting to die like a seriously injured wild dog.

Yan Muyun walked forward in silence and saw the protagonist of the extremely busy operation.

A human head.

There is a human head floating in green liquid. The top of the skull has been lifted, and half of the brain is exposed. Countless translucent silk threads of different colors are inserted on it, and it is constantly swaying as the liquid sways.

It's Zhang Feiyu.

The data on the screens of various instruments standing next to the operating table were changing rapidly, but one of the screens remained silent.

"No, Mr. Jun, he..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, a bloodshot white bone spur hovered a few centimeters in front of his eyes.

"Shut up and carry on." Jun Qianmian's voice contained no emotion at all.

If it weren't for the fact that it was the surgeon who spoke, he would have killed the other party.

However, people can be coerced, science cannot.

There was still no movement in Zhang Feiyu's brain.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the room became colder and colder.

Jun Qianmian remained expressionless, but his back and shoulders were already like boiling water, with flesh and blood squirming and bone spurs surging.

No one doubted that he would slaughter everyone present in the next moment.

"I have a way." A voice suddenly sounded.

Jun Qianmian turned back sharply, his handsome and evil face was distorted in an instant, and he growled hoarsely and sharply: "Then what are you waiting for?"

Yan Muyun looked calm and raised his chin toward the door.

"How noble...Do you think...you are saving him?"

"I'm not noble, I just can't bear to see you deciding other people's life and death so casually."

Yan Muyun looked at the monster on the high platform calmly: "So, do you want to do it or not?"

"Of course I will. This surgery was originally prepared for him."

While speaking, the bones and flesh under the skin of Jun Qian's face stopped squirming, and the face that had been about to split into four parts instantly returned to normal, revealing a gentle and friendly smile.

He clapped his hands, and the medical staff waiting nearby took action immediately, going outside the door to carry Phantom back to the operating table.

Yan Muyun had actually left red blood threads in Phantom's body, but the other party's injuries were too serious. If the body was repaired by blood threads alone, the two would eventually fuse together and become indistinguishable, and Phantom would completely become his " Heirs".

When the time comes, Yan Muyun will have to take him with him wherever he goes, otherwise the phantom will turn into an irrational ogre as long as he leaves a certain distance.

And if there is external treatment, the blood capillary will play a supporting role, so its connection with the body will not be so strong, and it can be removed afterwards.

Jun Qian's face softened, and Yan Muyun stopped talking. He walked to the jar filled with green liquid and squeezed a drop of blood into it.

The blood did not spread after falling into the green liquid, but stretched into a thin invisible red blood thread, clinging to Zhang Feiyu's exposed brain like a living creature in the liquid.

A few seconds later, the silent screen made a soft beeping sound, and the data began to fluctuate.

Yan Muyun did not leave after doing all this, but just stood beside the operating table, silently looking at the human head floating in the jar.

Thirty years ago, you caused me to fall into a deep sleep. When I woke up, only my parents were left alive with their brains.

Thirty years later, you have met the same fate.

Quite a coincidence.

Is there really a "destiny" in this world?

Or according to the current world view...this is considered an arrangement by "gods"?