For the first time, Lin Qingliu realized what a chronic illness really meant.
Conventional psychotherapy requires communication, but the other party's silence was equivalent to the most perfect defense, which resolved Lin Qingliu's frequent attacks.
Conventional means failed, so Lin Qingliu started plan B: missionary work.
His purpose now is very simple. As long as the other party opens his mouth, he will have a way to deal with it.
Preaching does not mean granting divine revelation. Lin Qingliu has now passed the stage of starting from scratch, and the requirements for believers will only become more and more stringent.
The person in front of him was just his patient, not a candidate for development.
Looking at the unresponsive patient in front of him, Lin Qingliu asked softly:
“Have you ever heard of God?”
There was still no response from the other party.
So Lin Qingliu started to talk to himself, saying the same thing he had said before to Wang Xiao, El and the others.
In short, it is a re-skinned fusion of various creation stories.
As Lin Qingliu spoke more and more, he felt that the patient in front of him did respond.
It's just not a positive response.
The patient's eyes became visibly fierce, as if he was enduring and suppressing something.
Finally, after Lin Qingliu finished his last sentence, he finally spoke. This should have been a good thing, but it didn't sound like it.
"Are you saying that this world was created by God?"
Lin Qingliu nodded. The other party's powerful aura made him a little cautious.
"So, the strange beasts were also created by God?"
Lin Qingliu was shocked.
Someone has a bug!
"No, you can't say that..."
Doctor Lin fell silent for a moment.
You know what, this is really a problem.
As an experienced copywriter, Lin Qingliu knows that it is normal for settings to have bugs.
But why has it only been discovered now?
He thought carefully about his previous missionary experiences and suddenly realized that his previous cases were not classic enough.
Wang Xiao had obvious self-destructive tendencies at the time;
Zhuang Mian had just recovered from a serious injury and was willing to actively listen;
As for El, it's normal for a semi-literate person not to discover this.
The most important point is that they all heard the words just now after receiving divine revelation, so they were already wearing glasses that tended to be trusting.
Looking at the patient's inquiring eyes, Lin Qingliu spread his hands:
“Thank you for your feedback. This is a serious bug. In the next version, the gods will not create the world.
"As a lucky player, you will be given the special benefit of memory clearing."
After saying that, he snapped his fingers lightly, completely ignoring the patient's puzzled look, and took the other person into the dream.
Different from the past, this time Lin Qingliu chose to lead and construct his own dreams in order to obtain the best therapeutic effect.
Layers of seats continued to emerge on the stairs, and a huge screen unfolded.
In the huge screening room that Lin Qingliu built with his mind, he and the patient sat in the middle.
"This is?"
"This is a movie theater. You'll forget about it after you get out anyway. How about some popcorn?"
Some foods that the patients had never seen before appeared one after another, and the taste and texture were completely from Lin Qingliu's memory.
At this point, the patient has entered a hypnotic state, and his or her ability to discern and think has declined.
Lin Qingliu asked about the other person's heart knot at the right time, and the patient's eyes gradually became dull.
He seemed to be in a dream within a dream, and a first-person perspective picture appeared on the big screen in front of him:
The rain of bullets mixed with tracer bullets sprayed towards the herd of beasts below. The soldiers roared with ferocious faces and finally repelled the countless waves of beasts.
Just when everyone was about to enjoy the finally available moment of respite, new orders suddenly came.
Everyone carried their guns and ammunition boxes and moved to the rear, and the remaining soldiers filled in the gaps they left behind.
Standing on the other side of the city wall and looking down, the soldiers saw hundreds and thousands of infected people.
"Mr. City Defense Officer, this..."
"No need to think, just obey orders!"
The city defense officer did not give much explanation, but he himself was gritting his teeth the whole time, as if he was overcoming some physiological impulse.
The surging crowd was getting closer and closer, and the infected were pushing and squeezing closer...
"When they get onto the second platform, open fire."
The city defense officer's tone became firm.
He was using his own way to comfort these soldiers who knew almost nothing about the situation.
Similarly, he also intends to bear their psychological pressure.
Soldiers on the battlefield often tend to follow orders blindly. As long as there is an order, they will feel at ease regardless of whether it is right or wrong.
Seeing the infected people swarming in, the city defense officer knew that things could not be delayed any longer.
"Fire!"
Along with his roar, the bullets that were supposed to be shot into the bodies of the monsters were shot towards the infected people.
No one wants to make such a decision, and no one wants to shoot at their former compatriots.
But there is no way.
The city wall is the most important line of defense. Even if there are only a few alien beasts, they can cause great damage as long as they enter the city.
Even if it is only a first-level beast, when faced with civilians without guns, it will start to devour them like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
The beast tide on the other side launched another attack, and on this side of the city wall, the soldiers finally endured great pain and began to fire bullets.
The infected people had colorful saliva flowing from their mouths, and there seemed to be something gray and black wriggling in their pupils.
The bullets hit their bodies, splashing blood.
Among the overlapping crowds, Lin Qingliu saw the eyes in the patient's memory quickly locked onto an infected person who looked particularly young.
The man's childish face showed ignorance and madness.
The patient himself stared at the face for a long moment without moving, until the young figure fell in the wave of the infected.
Then he felt the pain in his chest as if he were there himself.
Lin Qingliu leaned back, letting the soft backrest chair he had constructed wrap around his body.
"Oh, if only there were world peace."
After being in this world for so long, Lin Qingliu has actually always been a little depressed.
It would be the same even if one became a reserve god.
Compared to the safety and stability of his previous life, Lin Qingliu felt extremely desperate about this world.
After all, in your hometown, it is difficult to die except in very rare ways such as luck.
But here...
He knew that the power of unity that humans unleashed in the face of adversity was unimaginable, but just as a spring has its elastic limit, long-term pressure would really cause some people to collapse.
He already understood the problem of the patient in front of him. The family member he was fighting for encountered an emergency and could not wait until the blood rained from the sky.
In the end, it was even he himself who ended the young man's life.
At this point it doesn’t matter who fired the bullet. In the patient’s eyes, even if he did not pull the trigger, the bullet was fired by him personally.
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