Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chu Tonglu came and left quickly.

After drinking, he took the money and disappeared. He probably went to enjoy the nightlife. For the third ring [Transcendence], it was a "energy-consuming" activity in the conventional sense. He would feel a little tired after a week of uninterrupted enjoyment. By the way, before they parted, Chu Tonglu told Song Shi with great sorrow.

"The corporate alliance is too extravagant, and I, a Donglu, scold it!"

Pa——

The hot air hit his face.

Fortunately, it hasn't rained recently, and the wind is only hot, but it doesn't make people feel stuffy and hairy.

"Well, if I had grabbed the macro-state light energy matrix at that time, it would have been great."

Song Shi stood by the bar and looked up. The sky was spotless, and it would be strange if the night sky was clear.

It was misty.

After that battle, [Fubo Energy] spent a long time to withdraw and recycle the "macro-state light energy matrix" that had covered the Rokar Plain for decades, allowing this land to return to the fertile land of thousands of years ago.

However, Fubo Energy was defeated and withdrew without hesitation, but what the Enlightened faced was a city that needed to be rebuilt.

Except for the inner city area that maintained warm weather all year round, the outer city area of ​​Zhuguang City had to undergo great changes.

The changes to the city brought by the wind, frost, snow and the hot environment of 30 degrees above zero were far more than just changing the gear of the indoor air conditioner or removing the electric heating device in the coat.

The simplest infrastructure, such as the high-voltage lines that can be seen everywhere, has very different applications, performance and maintenance standards in two completely different environments.

Strictly speaking, the specific urban transformation plan was prepared by the Enlightened team long before the capture of Zhuguang City, but at that time, most of the Enlightened's energy was focused on how to defeat Fubo Energy, and there were also members who were pessimistic and opposed.

When the battle of Zhuguang City was over, many people even dared not believe the battle report. Did we really win? !

Under such circumstances, the so-called "New Zhuguang City" renovation plan was naturally bumpy and made little progress.

In the past year or so, the Enlightened Ones invested a lot of manpower and material resources, revised the renovation plan several times, and made major infrastructure adjustments for the "New Zhuguang City", and even attracted a large number of engineering contractors to move in, demolish the old ones, and build the new ones.

Thanks to the superior technical advantages and mature supporting services of the Enterprise Alliance in the field of engineering, Zhuguang City has changed a lot in just over a year. The disadvantage is that after this big commotion, it has caused environmental pollution, which is still in a state of circulation and dissipation for the time being.

However, after the Enlightened Ones' attention is withdrawn from the construction of the people's livelihood, defense and economic system of the New Zhuguang City, they should find a way to improve the environment.

Anyway, no matter how bad the environment is, it will not be worse than the corpses frozen into ice sculptures when walking on the road.

"Brother, do you want to tell fortunes?"

A call interrupted Song Shi's wandering thoughts.

Song Shi stopped and unknowingly walked to a busy alley.

In the gap between a bunch of snack stalls, the windward awning wrapped with neon strings shook, with fourteen large characters on it: "The universe is infinite, I know everything about the sky and the underworld." A mobile phone was placed on the stand next to it, with live broadcast bullet screens scrolling in real time, but the refresh speed was obviously not fast.

Song Shi pulled open the folding stool and sat in front of the stall: "What's the algorithm? Do you want me to write a word first?"

The stall owner behind the plastic table was a thin young man with messy curly hair and a short-sleeved jacket. Seeing someone coming, he smiled immediately.

"Let me ask in advance, do you mind if I'm broadcasting live here?"

"Uh-huh."

The stall owner glanced at the live broadcast bullet screen, and suddenly a few bullet screens of "Song Shi?" appeared on it. He didn't care, crossed his hands and supported his chin.

"Relax, brother. I don't believe in feudal superstition."

"Oh?"

"Well, I'll ask a few questions first. If you feel offended or don't want to say anything, just skip it. Of course, I still hope you can tell the truth as much as possible, which involves the accuracy of my fortune-telling results."

"Okay, ask."

"Is your father still alive?"

"No."

"What about your mother?"

"No."

"My condolences, but we are mainly fortune-telling now." The stall owner kept talking, quite perfunctory. It's normal to have no parents these days: "Then I'll continue to ask, are you married?"

"No."

"What about your partner? It counts heterosexual, homosexual, and asexual."

"No."

"Asexual or no?"

"No."

Next, the stall owner asked some more scattered questions.

"Okay, I have fully understood your situation."

The stall owner put down his hand, looking serious.

"You know, the suppression of vitality is the suppression of sex, and the liberation of sex is the beginning of spiritual liberation."

"In fact, sex is just the most basic physiological need of human beings. Our culture, their culture and your culture have given it too many additional meanings, and finally let this meaning build a high wall, and many dogmas bind us. I fully understand your problem, brother."

"I don't think I have asked the question yet."

"No, brother, your problem is too big. Believe me, if you don't want the gap in your heart to split into a ravine, you have to listen to me."

"Are you happy? There is no need to say false and foolish words. I understand that you must not be happy. The pleasure of sex is the purest, strongest and most enjoyable. I have never seen people with harmonious and happy sex life. Life will not be happy and happy. But you have no partner, no sex, no same sex, I think there is no need to say what it means behind it."

The stall owner spoke sincerely.

"Obviously, the reason you resist sex and suppress this impulse is because of your parents. You are so young, but you don't have a father. You lost your big other when you were immature, which made your mind unbelievable and tended to be eternally incomplete. You don't have a mother, which made your budding sexual impulse die. Those disguised inner desires for opposite-sex parents have nowhere to vent, and you are at a loss. The profound impact of the collapsed family structure has continued to this moment and is rooted in your heart."

"Speak human language."

"You want to sleep with your mother."

Song Shi smiled.

"Which fortune-telling method did you learn? Divination? Yi Gua? Four Pillars? Interpretation of prophecies?"

The stall owner waved his hand: "I said I don't want to do feudal superstition."

"Come on, to be honest, what I have learned is for the right person to know. Since you are interested in it, I will make an exception and sell you a set, how about it?"

The stall owner took out a small book from his seat, with a line of small regular script on the spine that read "Complete Solution of Psychoanalysis".

"One price, 1,200 credit points."

Song Shi took it, exerted force with his hand, and did not move. The other end of the book was pinched by the stall owner.

"Thousands of dollars for a book, you don't plan to give an explanation?"

"Ahem." The stall owner lowered his voice: "There is a membership card inside, it is the treatment institution that cooperates with me. It is guaranteed to solve your sexual repression problem. Their role-playing service is very good."

"Well, you rely on this method to sell. I'm afraid your treatment institution is not a formal place. Do you have a business license?"

Song Shi showed the data tablet in his pocket, which showed the emergency number of the Security Bureau. As a fourth-ring psychic, Song Shi's authority is indeed a little greater than that of enthusiastic citizens.

Police sirens sounded outside the alley.

"Goodbye."

Four days after goodbye.

Cha Keluo's communication came.