Chapter 21: First time, second time, familiar
In fact, as early as when Yu Sheng knew that there was such a dangerous and common phenomenon as "foreign lands" in the world, and that this huge "boundary city" was a special place called "borderland", he thought that there must be a group of people who specialize in dealing with such phenomena - not the kind of lone guerrillas (although such people certainly exist), but large-scale, even professional and formalized organizations.
There are official ones, and there may also be private ones.
But like Irene said, these people don't normally interact with ordinary people.
The foreign land is beyond common sense, the end of reason, and the countless tiny and dangerous holes in the mountain of seemingly orderly and stable reality. Ordinary people may never deal with the scenes hidden in these holes in their entire lives, but once the unlucky people accidentally catch a glimpse of the fleeting shadows escaping from the holes, they will never be able to turn back.
This was the "knowledge" that Irene told him at the beginning. From these descriptions alone, Yu Sheng could judge that those who specialized in dealing with alien lands would definitely find ways to prevent ordinary people from coming into contact with all information related to alien lands, including their own existence.
But if something really happened, they should have their own response mechanism...
Yu Sheng looked up again and looked at the deserted street outside the window.
"Honestly, how long does it usually take for those 'professionals' you mention to react?" he asked worriedly.
"I don't know. I can't remember clearly... but I remember it was very fast." Irene hugged her teddy bear and rocked back and forth on the chair. She looked like she deserved a beating. "They have a lot of ways to sense abnormal situations. The entire border area should be full of their surveillance cameras. It was like that before I was sealed. It must be even more powerful now."
Yu Sheng didn't say anything, just looked at the dolls in the oil painting.
"Of course, professionals are also human, and everyone has a makeshift team. Sometimes they may be a little slow to react?" Irene suddenly looked guilty, "It is also possible that they did not notice the abnormal situation on your side... Although the movement on your side is already quite loud..."
"That doesn't sound very reliable," Yu Sheng frowned, then sighed, "According to what you said, my whole house is a 'foreign land', but no one has come to visit me so far. I seriously doubt the professionalism of the 'professionals' you mentioned... Well, I think I still have to rely on myself in the end."
Irene blinked her eyes. "Yes, really?"
Then she asked curiously, "What are you going to do? From what you said... you are still going to deal with that valley and the entity in the valley?"
"It's not that I want to deal with it, but I have a feeling that it will come back to me sooner or later," Yu Sheng said, curling his lips. He thought of the strange freezing rain and the frogs in the freezing rain. "And didn't you say that once you have dealt with the foreign land, there is no turning back - I'm afraid that the time I came into contact with the 'foreign land' is earlier than you think."
"That... well, you're right. There are indeed quite a few people who deal with alien worlds who were just ordinary people who were unlucky enough to be involved in the incident at the beginning," Irene muttered, "I remember that it seems that one in ten ordinary people became experts in the 'alien world' after coming into contact with the alien world, either actively or passively. After all, this can be regarded as being entangled by dirty things..."
Yu Sheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard what Irene said: "Only one tenth? What about the remaining nine tenths? Have they successfully returned to normal life?"
Irene raised her head and said, "He's dead."
Yu Sheng: “…”
"Yes...some survived. We rescued a lot of people every year," Irene noticed Yu Sheng's expression and hurriedly explained. But after explaining, she added, "Of course, the number of deaths seems to be a little higher."
"...Eileen." Yu Sheng looked at the doll in the oil painting.
"Hey, hey?"
"If you don't know how to speak, you don't have to."
"Yes, really?"
Yu Sheng sighed and slowly stood up from the dining table.
"Whether they are dead or alive doesn't really affect me, but I do need to find a way to learn more about the foreign lands. If those 'professionals' you mentioned can't come, then I have to take the initiative to find them," he said as he thought, "after all, your memory and experience are a bit unreliable."
"Take the initiative to find them?" Irene didn't seem to care about the second half of Yu Sheng's words, and still looked happy. "Then...then why don't you really go to the nearby telephone poles to see if there are any small advertisements posted by some foreign security companies?"
Yu Sheng looked helpless: "...I'm serious."
"I'm serious too," Irene blinked. "They really do leave similar contact information, so that ordinary people like you who have encountered a foreign land and returned by chance can ask for help. However, normal people can't see this kind of contact information, because it has been processed by 'technical means'. But people who have been in contact with foreign lands are different. They will have some 'spiritual awakening' changes, and there is a high probability that they will notice those 'secret symbols' that are usually hidden."
At this point, Irene suddenly paused and looked Yu Sheng up and down with a serious expression: "Don't you feel any... changes happening to you?"
Changes after contact with a foreign land?! Hearing what the puppet said, Yu Sheng's mind suddenly moved, and he quickly said: "The changes you are talking about, will it be that you become so strong that you can crush stones, you can recover after being cut by a knife, you can sense other people's memories and thoughts, and you can also come back to life..."
Irene was stunned when she heard this, and looked at Yu Sheng as if he were an alien: "What?"
“…No?”
"At best, you can see some things that you can't normally see! Are those people you're talking about still human? You must have changed your species - please don't read too many novels and watch too many animations normally."
Yu Sheng: “…”
Seeing the puppet's reaction, Yu Sheng decisively did not continue on this topic.
There was indeed something wrong with my situation. Even in the field of "supernatural", it seemed a little too supernatural.
Fortunately, Irene didn't seem to think much about it - perhaps it was because it had been locked up for too long, the puppet's brain didn't seem to be in a very good state.
Yu Sheng exhaled and looked towards the kitchen.
A hint of confusion and hesitation flashed across his face, then he pulled the corner of his mouth and walked towards the kitchen.
Irene in the painting immediately jumped down from her chair: "Hey, are you going to make breakfast?"
I don’t know why this guy who can’t eat at all gets so excited every time it’s time for dinner.
"I'll go take care of the 'local specialties' I just brought back." Yu Sheng said without turning his head.
Irene held the teddy bear in one hand and waved with the other: "Oh, go ahead..."
The puppet suddenly stopped.
Her brain, which had become less sharp due to being sealed for too long, finally reacted to one thing.
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...Where do these local specialties come from in a foreign land? ! "Wait a minute!" Irene suddenly screamed, and the noise almost scared Yu Sheng who had already walked to the kitchen door, "What kind of 'local specialties' are those?!"
Yu Sheng walked into the kitchen, stopped, turned around and smiled: "Guess?"
Irene stared at Yu Sheng, who had already started to tie his apron, with her scarlet eyes showing a hint of shock and a look of "Is this guy's brain already abnormal?" "Wait, wait, what are you going to do? You're not planning to... No, did you really get that thing off that entity?! How did an ordinary person like you do that?! Hey, you're not really going to..."
Yu Sheng decisively closed the kitchen door, blocking Bibiji's movements outside.
A moment later, Irene's voice could be heard faintly from the direction of the restaurant: "Hey, don't close the door! At least help me restart the TV first! The TV won't work anymore!"
Yu Sheng no longer paid any attention to her.
He came to the pool, took off the lid of the pot that was pressing on the piece of "meat", and saw that the broken tail in the pool seemed to have calmed down completely, with only the broken tendons and muscles occasionally twitching slightly.
He silently looked at the broken tail that had once entered his stomach, and once again felt the "appetite" that seemed to seep out of his bones.
But this time, the appetite was not as violent as it was at the beginning, but just jumped slightly, with a kind of pleasant anticipation and just the right sense of restlessness.
Is this really possible? Is this normal? Am I still normal? Yu Sheng thought about all these questions, but thinking did not make him hesitate at all.
After preparing scallions, ginger, and cooking wine, Yu Sheng took out a chopping board and a kitchen knife. He carefully washed the severed tail with clean water, scraped off the scales, then placed it on the chopping board and cut it off with one knife.
It was easier to cut than expected - even though it was as hard as stone when it was on the monster, now it felt like firm beef when the knife cut it.
And there are no bones in it.
Yu Sheng thought about it, and the first time he felt his body being "strengthened" was after he bit the monster.
After that, he also bit the monster's flesh and blood in the second battle with it, and after that he felt that his strength had further increased - although the magnitude was obviously smaller, there was indeed a change.
This gave him a bold and...delicious idea.
What will happen when it is cooked? Yu Sheng cut the meat skillfully, and his mood gradually became better.
Irene, who was making so much noise outside the door, became less noisy.
He didn't know if what he was doing was normal... Most likely, something was wrong. After all, even a puppet sealed in an oil painting thought this was weird.
But compared to coming back from the dead, a piece of suspicious meat is really nothing.
"I've eaten all the raw ones," Yu Sheng said to himself as he cut the meat. "The first time is raw, the second time is cooked..."
(End of this chapter)
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