Mystery Makes Me Strong

In Minsk City, Wen Rensheng controlled the big cat and got into an ordinary slum.

All the people here have undergone intubation surgery.

All of them have calm faces, just like NPCs in the game, without any real feelings...

Their behavior is also like that of NPCs who have set up programs, eating, sleeping, picking up waste, or looking for some heavy physical work to do, and some sleep all day long.

The only difference is that they no longer hang out, drink, graffiti, or disco.

There is no such common commotion on the road, and it is the first time that people feel at ease on the road.

Thinking of NPCs, Wen Rensheng immediately thought of the illusion game that he played for a long time ago. Later, because of its potential hidden dangers, the entire operating mechanism was based on squeezing ordinary people, so he was expelled by the inspectorate , Xie's family moved him to Nanzhu to take advantage of the cheap human resources there.

He had many associations for a while.

Is it possible for humans to develop such a sci-fi intubation technology so quickly?

This involves neurology, psychology, immunology, and the most cutting-edge theories of many disciplines. It may be possible to study successfully, but it is absolutely impossible to complete and put it into practice in just a few months or a year or two.

But now it has been put into practical use, which can only explain one problem, that is, it had a prototype earlier.

The fantasy game is its predecessor, and it is a part of the fantasy game.

After thinking about it, Wen Rensheng finally made a judgment, um, yes, it is indeed technology that saves mankind, at least some of the McCanns.

He already fully understood what Gawayne's prophecy meant, and what consequences it would lead to.

In these slums, the McCanns, who exist as an unstable factor, will become ordinary people in the fantasy game and become bait.

They were the ones who were forced to be placed in the last row in the race against the bear.

Since the intubation technique can eliminate mood swings, it can also amplify mood swings, which is originally a positive and negative side of a function.

The premise is how to use it.

But what does that have to do with him?

What obligation does he have, what qualifications does he have to do?

No one else can save you, only you can save you.

If someone doesn't fall into trouble, you have to be grateful that that person is a person with high morals, because taking advantage of the fire is the norm.

He's just a virtuous cat wandering the streets.

But after strolling around for a while, the big cat heard a familiar gunshot, rapid and continuous, but it disappeared after a while.

The big cat rushed over, and then saw a group of fully armed McCann soldiers dragging several corpses and throwing them into the pickup truck.

One of them was not yet a corpse, and he was still talking:

"You will not end well if you do such a thing, you will go to hell!"

"You shouldn't be doing this, people are people and people shouldn't be turned into machines! That's completely wrong!"

"We'd rather die as we please than live like a machine!"

"Bang!" He answered with a machine-made bullet.

The big cat just watched.

Two of them had their helmets removed and were being put back on by doctors.

The big cat continued to go shopping.

Then Wen Rensheng saw another scene: in another corner of the city, a group of people sneaked into the slums, trying to help several intubators remove the tubes, and then one of the intubators even called to call the patrol people……

Of course, his phone call was stopped by another intubator. It seems that although they were suppressed emotional fluctuations, they did not lose their ability to distinguish between good and evil, and knew good and bad.

"We are fine now, we don't need you to be nosy, we feel at ease like this, a peace of mind that we have never had before..." The intubator who stopped the call said to the group of people.

"Why? Don't you think this is completely wrong? People should live like people, not like monsters with a helmet on their backs!"

"No, before we walked on the road, we were always worried that there would be a few gunshots. Now we don't worry, because no one has the intention to shoot, and no one will do those hateful things anymore. The security here is better than those The rich area is ten times better, and everyone lives in peace." The intubator replied.

The savior is still trying to convince him: "But this is not normal, this is not something that can be obtained through normal education."

"Of course it's not normal. The problem is that with normal means, you will never get what you have now." The intubator retorted.

"Okay, Keir, let's go. They are hopeless. If we delay any longer, those dog legs will bite us." Another rescuer called his companions away.

After Wen Rensheng waited for these people to leave, he asked the big cat to use the concealment technique to come to the head of a homeless man who was sleeping in a tent.

In the shadow of the tent, a cat's paw snuggled up to the bum's head, resting on the tubed helmet.

The other party also wears a helmet when sleeping, which shows that a high degree of dependence has been formed. It is no longer an ordinary tool. If it is an ordinary tool, it is like wearing glasses, and it will be taken off before going to bed.

Immediately, a trace of purple mist filled the air.

"Emotional Regulator: A mysterious instrument that can suppress and amplify human emotions. It is the highest crystallization of human technology and mysterious technology."

"Mystery: 100."

"Mysterious components: emotional inhibition, neural wiring, signal modulation."

Sure enough, it was completely consistent with his guess just now.

He now fully understands the ins and outs of intubation technology, and also sees through its future development.

He then cut off contact with the big cat, returned to the airship's own exclusive office, opened a laptop, and began to write a report-"On the Past and Future of McCann's Intubation Technology".

After spending more than two hours writing it, he polished it up and submitted the report online to the relevant research institutions of the Inspection Department.

After writing this report, a new prompt popped up in his mind.

"You have initially analyzed the ins and outs of a mysterious technology, and your upper limit of mystery has been increased by 20 points, from 810 points to 830 points."

Sure enough, a lot of oil and water were squeezed out. It seems that the mysterious seed seems to favor these mysterious technologies now.

As for the reason, it should be that these things are relatively new, and the second is that they have hybrid advantages.

After doing this, he will bury it deep in his memory, and no longer let it interfere with his energy.

…………

Time flies by, and in the golden autumn of October, the land in the north is full of withers and yellows.

The autumn wind is bleak, empty and lonely.

The sun shone in the coniferous forest, and the strong wind blew by, stirring up fallen leaves.

It has been more than a month since Wen Rensheng participated in the comprehensive cleaning activity, and he has not encountered any real challenges.

It's normal to think about it, if you can easily encounter weirdness that can challenge him, the world will be in chaos long ago.

However, thinking about the various situations in the past few years still made him have some guesses.

Today, the combat conference room is holding a phased summary, and at the same time sharing information with other combat units.

A male combat staff officer was pointing at the chart on the big screen, speaking up, saliva splashing.

The people who participated in the meeting, after a month of running-in, have become very familiar with each other. Everyone sits in the back row, and no one sits in the first two rows.

"Since the sweeping campaign, our No. XXX combat unit has cleaned up 44 low-threat anomalies, 5 medium-threat anomalies, and one high-threat anomaly."

"The average level of disasters encountered is between expert level and master level, which is still within the handling range."

"The statistical data shared by other combat units is not much different from ours, and the highest level of disasters encountered does not exceed the master level."

"An internal research scholar recently put forward a theory based on statistics. She believes that the emergence and advent of catastrophes will certainly become stronger as time goes by, but at the same time it will also match the strongest among humans. The power of the disaster is the upper limit. This is the conjecture of disaster balance. It seems that there is a hand controlling the disasters so that they will not appear too tyrannical, which happens to be within our processing range."

"A hand? An invisible hand?" Someone frowned deeply.

Someone speculated: "That should be the space-time adjustment mechanism? Now our earth time-space is not suitable for the entry of monsters, but if we become stronger and stronger, the earth time-space will first accommodate the strongest among us, and Once the space-time mechanism is further mystified, stronger disasters will come."