Chapter 97
Wu Jin took several photos with his camera along the way and was still fiddling with the camera when he walked out of the elevator.
After entering the principal's office, he found Secretary Wu reporting to Cen Xun. Wu Jin sat on the sofa next to him and waited for a while, during which time he glanced at the E Forum.
The player who challenged him yesterday was sensible enough to post an apology as agreed. The alumni who came to watch the fun pushed this post to the front page to prevent it from being suppressed by new posts.
I, Zeng Guan from Class 3 of Construction Engineering, mocked Master Ao for his boasting in the forum yesterday. Today, I solemnly apologize to Master Ao in this post. I beg Master Ao to show mercy and spare my life.
1l: Front row! I clicked on this post as soon as I saw the title. Did you really go to an offline match with Ao Ye yesterday? Warriors!
2l: Dean Qianyan does not recommend players to challenge Ao Ye in a one-on-one duel, but the OP still dared to go. Now he must have suffered a setback hhh. However, I am still very curious about what the OP encountered.
3l: Zeng Guan, I’m sorry to meet you in this way. If you are threatened to post an apology, just blink.
4l (the original poster) replied to 2l: Yesterday I thought that what Ao Ye said about drawing circles to curse was just an abstract play, so I went there with full confidence. But I didn’t expect that Ao Ye could really curse!
My bad luck started the moment I cursed myself, and it continued even when I returned to the real world. I got stuck in my teeth while drinking water, nearly choked while eating, and even the toilet was clogged! I fell on flat ground and broke my arm. I called for an ambulance, but they were told they were broken down, so I had to take a taxi. And the lights were all red! The taxi even had a flat tire!
The taxi driver thought I was unlucky and left me on the road. I fell again while walking on the road and broke my leg. Damn, tears fell from my eyes on the spot. As a C-level mutant, I was not killed by the monster, but died of my own bad luck. This way of dying is too cowardly.
I sincerely advise everyone, don't mess with Ao Ye! Don't mess with Ao Ye! Don't mess with Ao Ye!! His abilities may seem insignificant, but their effects are profound. One thing leads to another, and they can change your fate before you know it, like Final Destination. In short, everyone, take this as a warning!
5l: Terrible, luckily I didn’t provoke Ao Ye, I’m glad.
6l: I told you that none of the famous ghosts in Nightmare University are easy to deal with, but no one believed me. Now you guys behave yourself.
7l (OP): I have been honest, please let me go, Ao Ye, please forgive me QAQ Ye Ao < What can I do
Wu Jin was happy.
Foolish humans, you look down on trickery.
Wu Jin cleared his throat proudly and pressed the voice input button: "I'm glad you're scared. The time limit is three days. You can do whatever you want during these three days."
Release your finger and post this message to the forum.
Ye Ao < What Can I Do (206l): It’s good that the coach is scared. I will laugh for three days in total. You can do whatever you want with the handwriting in Santianli.
207l: He’s coming, he’s coming!! He’s coming with typos!
208l: Everyone, step back! The master translator is here! The guide knows, the time limit for laughing, Mita Santian, the handwriting is your own.
209l: Great! It’s a translation master. We are saved! !
210l: hhh I'm dying of laughter, circle curse warning!
211l: Doesn't this mean that the OP will be unlucky for two more days? Just pray for the best. If all else fails, find a safe house to stay in, lest you really die of bad luck.
Wu Jin's face darkened and his fingers clenched around the phone. Damn humans, they actually laughed at his typos.
When he comes back from kindergarten and goes straight to high school, he will definitely slap them in the face!
"Wu Jin."
Hearing someone calling him, Wu Jin raised his head with an unhappy expression and said in a very depressed tone, "Brother, someone is laughing at my typos again."
"If they want to laugh, then make them laugh. You can't always live under the gaze of others," Cen Xun looked at him and said, "You can't satisfy everyone, and you don't have to satisfy everyone. If you care too much about other people's opinions, you will lose yourself in anxiety."
Wu Jin thought about it and felt that this made sense: "Brother, you're right. Who said that messages must not have typos? I'll post it, and if anyone disagrees, I'll draw a circle and curse them!"
Seeing him like this, Cen Xun sighed softly. Wu Jin had been imprisoned for ten years, and the only people he had come into contact with in prison were people like 0001. When he was released, he was like a blank slate.
Now Wu Jin has entered the big dye vat of society, where anyone can add some color to this blank sheet of paper or even tear it up, shattering all his innocence and fantasies about the world.
This was something Cen Xun didn't want to see.
As the person who brought Wu Jin out of prison, Cen Xun felt that he should take some responsibility for Wu Jin.
Wu Jin trusted him like a fledgling. If he abandoned Wu Jin, where could Wu Jin go? Wu Jin knew nothing about the strange world outside the prison. Once he escaped from Nightmare University, he could only wander. Given his naiveté, it was only a matter of time before he was deceived and exploited by others, ultimately leading him down the wrong path.
At least Wu Jin called him "Fourth Brother" sincerely. He thought, he couldn't let Wu Jin go astray.
Cen Xun thought absentmindedly, there was still something different.
If it were in a small mountain village ten years ago, he would never have meddled in this matter. Why should he consider other people's feelings? What does other people's life and death have to do with him?
But it’s different now. I’ve experienced the feeling of being almost abandoned before, so I can empathize with him and don’t want the young boy, who is as blank as a sheet of paper, to feel the same helplessness and anger.
Humans call it empathy.
The cold-blooded monster learned empathy and was finally able to understand the pain that the same behavior brought to others.
Cen Xun touched his chest and finally felt that he had killed the evil half.
It's indeed easier to be soft-hearted.
Fortunately, he is not soft-hearted when killing people.
"Fourth brother?"
Cen Xun came back to his senses and saw Wu Jin lying on the desk looking at him with a puzzled look.
Cen Xun lowered his eyes and looked at him, but he still said a few more words: "The human heart is very complicated. You have just been released from prison and it is easy to be deceived. You must be wary of everyone outside and don't let them take advantage of you."
"Humans are indeed full of lies. It's easy to be fooled if you're not careful. It's hard to guard against them." Wu Jin scratched his head in distress. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He looked at Cen Xun with shining eyes: "Then I'll just trust you. I won't listen to what others say. That way, I won't be deceived, right?"
Cen Xun raised his eyebrows: "Then you will be deceived by me."
Wu Jin had his own twisted logic, and he confidently said, "I'm happy to be deceived by you! Otherwise, why didn't you deceive others, but only deceived me? You must have taken me seriously!"
"Besides, I'd rather be used by you than by someone I don't know." Wu Jin muttered, "At least I can still burn my life for your benefit."
Cen Xun: “”
Cen Xun said ruthlessly: "You should read more books. Reading can make you wise."
Hearing the word "read", Wu Jin's face suddenly fell: "I'm reading, I'm reading. I've learned quite a few words."
Cen Xun didn't comment and glanced at the camera in his hand: "Where did you get the camera?"
"This," Wu Jin said honestly, "was given to me by Sixth Brother. It takes really clear photos. Fourth Brother, do you want to try it out?"
Cen Xun wasn't very interested: "You can play with it."
After thinking for a moment, Cen Xun lazily added, "Send me a copy of whatever you take."
Wu Jin immediately agreed: "Okay!"
Cen Xun opened a document that needed approval and suddenly asked, "I heard you met an atheist last night and had a fight with him?"
Wu Jin patted his chest and said, "Yes, I crushed them unilaterally!"
"Don't fight him casually in the future," Cen Xun said calmly, "He cried in my arms last night and said you bullied him."
"What?" Wu Jin couldn't believe it and said angrily, "Is he a man? He actually complained to you!"
Cen Xun said slowly, "No, he filed the complaint based on his own strength."
Wu Jin was completely speechless and reluctantly agreed: "Since he's so afraid of me, I'll just let him go."
Cen Xun was satisfied and brought up another matter: "I've recently been running for mayor with other domain lords. These domain lords will send their followers into the school to canvass for votes. If you find followers who don't belong to our Guiyu domain, don't worry. I allowed them in."
"Oh, I see," Wu Jin couldn't understand. "But brother, why did you allow them to come in and canvass for votes? What if those fence-sitters choose them?"
"If you want to canvass for votes, you have to give some benefits in exchange," Cen Xun said, leaning back in his chair. "If they're giving benefits to the players, they're also giving benefits to me. Why should I refuse?"
Wu Jin seemed to understand, but decided not to think about it anymore. After all, his brother was smarter than him, so he wouldn't let him suffer any loss.
The human experiment scandal exposed by the institute fermented on the Internet for several days and became more and more serious. As the authorities failed to give a satisfactory response, marches and demonstrations took place in various places.
In a photo captured in the news report, a banner read: "Don't let the privileged trample on the lives of ordinary people! Ordinary people have human rights too!"
The pressure on the Heresy Monitoring Bureau and the Research Institute increased day by day. After several rounds of negotiations, the major forces finally decided the final outcome and handed over a list of scapegoats that was in the interests of the majority.
As a result, a large number of officials with special abilities were dismissed and thrown into jail. Reports on this matter occupied most of the hot search pages and news headlines, just to make the people happy so that they can quickly forget the previous research institute scandal.
The public's memory is short-lived. As long as new hot spots cover old ones, one day, those unbearable pasts will be buried in the dust of history.
They were about to succeed, and the protests were gradually dying down, but at this moment, the emergence of a new video once again ignited public opinion.
The video comes from a researcher at a research institute. In the video, the researcher painfully narrates his life in the institute, indicating that it is not only humans who become experimental subjects, but also some artificial humans who have been injected with various special genes.
He confessed his crimes, including personally executing unqualified androids and the cruel experiments he conducted on them.
He knew that speaking out these things would bring disaster upon himself, so he resolutely committed suicide by taking poison at the end of the video.
As soon as this video was released, it triggered a landslide and tsunami of discussion.
Some people questioned the institute's motives for conducting artificial human experiments, and worried whether these artificial humans injected with special genes would cause a world-class disaster like in science fiction movies; some people began to explore the ethical and moral issues of artificial human experiments, and thought about whether artificial humans should have human rights; some people were panicked by the institute's actions and strongly suggested that the institute be abolished.
However, many people have raised some questions about this. That is, if the researcher is really dead, then who posted the video?
Amidst growing doubts, a new video was uploaded to the Internet again. This time it was of another researcher who also confessed his sins in the video and provided a series of evidence, and then committed suicide by taking poison at the end of the video.
At this point, some people gradually realized that this was obviously not an individual act, but an organized and premeditated team crime.
After an overnight investigation by relevant departments, an organization called Utopia surfaced. The authorities called it a terrorist organization and announced that they would do their utmost to crack down on its criminal activities.
However, Utopia's actions continued, and more and more researchers came forward to confess their sins, and the situation became increasingly uncontrollable.
The Heresy Monitoring Bureau and the Institute have to face an increasingly serious problem
How to deal with this matter?
The public is skeptical and panicked about the genetically modified human program, and they face only two choices.
Either temporarily shut down the experiment, close the research institute, secretly transfer all experimental subjects, and announce to the public that all genetically modified humans are dead to appease the public.
Either announce the existence of nightmare worlds and monsters to the masses, and let them understand the strategic significance of genetically modified humans.
But it is obvious that even if they choose to tell the truth to the public, how many people will believe it?
In most people's impressions, Nightmare World is just a phenomenal holographic game with the most beautiful NPC modeling in history.
Who would believe that the nightmare world is real? Who would believe that the seemingly beautiful and harmless NPC once had his hands stained with the blood of countless people?
After the great melee that year, the Heretic Monitoring Bureau used some means to make most humans forget the existence of monsters, but they never expected that the boomerang of that year would eventually come back to haunt them.
Even if people believe it, the fear of unknown creatures will cause social panic, resulting in various extreme events, which is not conducive to social stability.
After rounds of meetings, the Heresy Monitoring Bureau made the final decision.
They announced that the purpose of the institute's project was to better study the mechanisms and triggering conditions of superpowers, and that the institute would "decontaminate" the experimental subjects and would never affect the lives and health of the public.
After discussion, the institute will terminate the research and "safely dispose of" all experimental subjects.
Soon, a reporter posted photos of the institute's current situation on the Internet. The photos showed that the institute had been closed, and various instruments were being loaded onto vehicles, making it look desolate.
The reporter uploaded a video of an interview inside the institute. The institute was empty, all the equipment had been moved out, and the imagined scary artificial humans were just some harmless-looking boys and girls.
The reporter interacted with them without any protective measures and did not suffer any attack. They seemed mentally stable and could even communicate with humans normally.
The reporter shook hands with them in a friendly manner and asked them to show the differences between genetically modified humans and ordinary people with special abilities.
In fact, there is no difference. At most, some genetically modified people have non-human characteristics, such as wings or horns. They are not as scary as the public imagines.
When reporters asked them where they would go next, they answered with anticipation that the government had designated an area suitable for living for them, and they would live peacefully on a small island far away from humans, enjoying government subsidies and doing work within their capabilities.
Everything seemed to be going well. The reporter finally hugged them one by one and sincerely wished them a happy life.
Now the people are satisfied. Although they feel deep sympathy for these genetically modified people, there is a saying that goes, "Those who are not of our race must have different hearts." Of course, these genetically modified people should live as far away from ordinary people as possible.
Everyone has their own life to live, and seeing that this matter had a relatively good ending, people gradually stopped paying attention to it. After all, the authorities would never allow these genetically modified people to cause damage, and they would definitely make arrangements. What is there to be afraid of?
This incident gradually became a topic of conversation after dinner, and since the Utopia organization did not stir up any more trouble, the storm gradually subsided.
The big shots above can finally rest assured.
The vacant positions always need to be filled by new people, and how to defeat political opponents and fill the position with people belonging to their own forces is also what they are eager to do.
This is a war without the smoke of gunpowder. Various forces want to get a piece of the pie, and everyone hopes to be the winner. However, they don’t know that while the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind.
Tong Ming has been running around in the real world for many days, locking down and controlling many people who came to power. Recently, he has set his sights on another person, Qu Zhaoxuan.
The previous deputy director was forced to step down because of the banquet bombing. Qu Zhaoxuan is currently the person most likely to run for the new deputy director. If Qu Zhaoxuan can be controlled, it means that half of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau will fall into the hands of Nightmare University.
Tong Ming mentioned this candidate to Cen Xun. Cen Xun felt that this person was indeed useful, so he agreed. The only trouble was that Qu Zhaoxuan's special ability was a bit difficult to deal with.
First of all, his [Mind Mapping] can see through anyone who approaches him with malicious intent, so Tong Ming cannot approach directly. Secondly, his [Mirror Reversal] can reverse the attributes of the attack, making it produce completely opposite effects, such as turning high-level skills into low-level skills, turning large-scale attacks into small-scale attacks, etc., and [Mirror Copy] can copy and rebound skills.
Compared with these, his [Mirror Clone] is not a big problem for Tong Ming. With the Omniscient Eye, Tong Ming can naturally see through his clone at a glance.
Cen Xun thought about it and felt that this was not a difficult task. There was more than one Qu Zhaoxuan who could use the mirror skill, there was also Secretary Wu.
Cen Xun put his finger on his chin and thought for a moment: "Let Wu Sa go with you."
For a psychic like Qu Zhaoxuan who mainly relies on defense and attacks by rebounding, the way to defeat him is actually very simple, that is, do not attack him head-on, but use some tricks that cannot be rebounded to target him from the side.
As long as we are human, we all have weaknesses.
Tong Ming was very confident in his fourth brother's cunningness, so he said immediately, "Okay, then I'll go check Qu Zhaoxuan's next itinerary."
After leaving the principal's office, Tong Ming suddenly remembered something and couldn't wait to send a message to Wu Jin: "How's it going, ninth brother? Sixth brother has been away on business for a week. Did you take any pictures of the atheists?"
Wu Jin's message came back slowly, still riddled with typos: "I took the photo and recorded it, are you going to be embarrassed?"
Tong Ming's eyes lit up: "Look!"
Wu Jin quickly sent a few pictures, and Tong Ming clicked on them expectantly.
In the first photo, Feng Jihan and Cen Xun walked out of the medical school together. He was tilting his head to talk to Cen Xun, but why was the camera angled right above their heads?!
Wu Jin explained it this way: "He comes to the medical school every day to treat Warden Shabi, and I squat on the rooftop taking pictures of him. Damn, why does he have so much hair?"
Tong Ming: “Is this what you should focus on?”
In the second photo, Feng Jihan was washing bed sheets on the balcony of Cen Xun's dormitory. He looked very virtuous, but the angle was still confusing. Only Feng Jihan's hands washing the bed sheets and his arms wrapped around his chest from behind were captured.
It was obvious that Cen Xun was hugging Feng Jihan from behind at the time, but why didn't Wu Jin capture the entire explosive scene?!
Tong Ming felt so angry when he saw the photo.
Wu Jin: "From what I've observed, that guy is quite capable. He can clean the room and do the laundry, but I can't just accept him like that! I'll keep an eye on him, forever!"
Tong Ming: “”
Tong Ming took a deep breath, transferred another point to Wu Jin, and said humbly, "Ninth Brother, please take a full-body photo next time. I beg you! And you must send the photo to Sixth Brother in time, otherwise how will Sixth Brother know about the movements of atheists?"
Wu Jin said mercifully, "I didn't send it because you were busy. Well, since you asked me sincerely, I'll do my best."
Tong Ming breathed a sigh of relief. This was more like it. He handed the camera to Wu Jin, not to listen to his daily love stories!
After putting away his phone, Tong Ming's strong desire to peek finally subsided, and he finally started to think about serious matters.
He walked out of the elevator with his hands in his pockets, wondering, what is the origin of Utopia that suddenly appeared?
If you don't make a sound, you'll be fine. But if you do, you'll make a big splash. A few videos have thrown the institute into a frenzy of public opinion, forcing the Heresy Monitoring Bureau to temporarily shut down the institute. It seems to be just a matter of a few videos, but in fact, the twists and turns behind it are far from that simple.
First, how did Utopia enter the institute and control those researchers, forcing them to tell the truth in front of the camera and commit suicide?
Second, how did Utopia bypass the numerous review mechanisms, upload the video to the Internet, and ensure that it was not forcibly removed by the Heresy Monitoring Bureau?
In addition, Tong Ming was also very curious about the purpose of the Utopia organization. Was it really just to give voice to those genetically modified humans and bring down the research institute?
Tong Ming narrowed his eyes, walked out of the administrative building, and looked at the clear sky.
He recalled Cen Xun's reaction when he had mentioned Utopia earlier. Cen Xun's attitude was also subtle. He only said meaningfully, "Utopia? Sounds like a world idealists would enjoy."
Tong Ming always felt that Cen Xun seemed to have some guesses about the origins of Utopia, but he had no evidence.
"A world idealists would love?" Tong Ming pondered the words, "Does anyone want to create a true utopia?"
However, it is a little too late for this organization to emerge now.
Sooner or later, the real world will be in Cen Xun's pocket, and that imaginary perfect country is destined to become a human hell filled with nightmares.
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