Although it is still not a skill that can directly heal the mind, it is considered a drug, but it should be more useful than tricyclic antidepressants, paroxetine tablets, etc. After all, Baicheng's technological level is far above Zhai Xing.
"Isn't it that Mr. Snell is the one who taught me?" Su Ming'an felt his scalp tingling when he thought of his last painful learning experience and the chemical element formulas that filled the room.
However, the opposite happened.
He managed to see Snell, who was waiting for him with a smile.
The amiable appearance of the professor in the white coat gradually became a little scary in his eyes.
You only have one teacher, right?
He still remembered the last time Snell scolded him, "Why can't you do three three-digit mental arithmetic in five seconds?" It was extremely humiliating.
While walking across the covered bridge, Su Mingan couldn't help but take another look at the giant sculpture in the center of Baicheng.
[Hero of White City, Outsider Traveler Su Mingan]
[Baicheng 9th year 358th day in the old calendar - 1st year 1st day in the new calendar]
Below the sculpture, there are several bunches of blooming chrysanthemums.
...It seems that in many copy worlds, in people's impression, he is the kind of character who retires after achieving success and dies.
…
“Ding Dong!”
[You are about to start learning the special skills of the ruler: (Type II mental stabilizer production technology)
Note: You have opened up the special skill slot "Power Holder" (current slot number: 2/2)
Skills learned: Mechanical explosives production technology. 】
…
【Type II Psychotropic Stabilizer Manufacturing Technology
Taught by: Snell (second in White City)
Introduction: After learning this technology, the player will master the production skills of (mental stabilizer).
Learning conditions: White City Laboratory site, permission from the White City ruler, sufficient resource supply, and a fourth-level ruler.
Note: This technology can only be mastered by the person in power and cannot be taught to others. 】
"Come on." Snell smiled at him. "I'll at least teach you how to balance a chemical equation."
Su Mingan was infected by his smile and involuntarily took a half step back.
…
“Hoo…Hoo…”
Yu Ruohe woke up from a nightmare, sat up, and gasped for breath.
Cold sweat slid down her forehead and soaked her pajamas.
In the lightless room, her face was immersed in shadow, and the only sound was her suppressed, beast-like breathing.
She reached for the bedside table and accurately touched a black pistol. She grasped the handle of the gun and held it tightly in her hand. Doing so seemed to make her feel extremely safe.
The model of the pistol is Remington RP9, which is the model of the pistol she gave to Su Mingan in the first world. Later, she bought herself an identical one.
She stared blankly at the black pistol in her hand, her body trembling slightly, and her slightly long bangs covering her eyes.
"Forgive me... forgive me... forgive me..."
She repeated her mumbling words and stroked the pistol like a possessed person.
Her pupils trembled violently, as if she remembered something she didn't want to recall.
…
[What? You are already an adult, but you still want to be associated with such a controversial person. Why don't you tell us his number, exchange some points for our family, and then stay there peacefully until the end of the game?]
[As long as you say it, we can live a good life at the end of the year. It's not easy to live together as a family...]
[What to do? Listen to your mother, respond to the organization's call, and tell us your number. ]
…
She stood up and went downstairs. Her father, Lao Yu, was drinking tea and reading the newspaper on the sofa, while her mother went to square dance with a group of old ladies who had regained their youth. No matter which world you live in, square dance seems to be an indispensable entertainment activity.
"Ruohe, it's almost midnight, why aren't you sleeping?" The father looked up and saw Yu Ruohe sweating profusely: "... Did you have a nightmare?"
Ever since his daughter handed over the number of the first player, her condition seemed to be wrong.
However, he thought this behavior was correct. People are collectives. It is irrational to expect Su Mingan, a child who has just reached adulthood, to win all the time. It would be better to take advantage of the fact that Yu Ruohe is his good friend and hand over his number to the United Group so that their family can live a better life in the future.
But recently, he has been feeling a little regretful.
…The status of that child who had just reached adulthood seemed to be rising higher and higher.
If they offend Su Mingan, will their family be retaliated against in the future...
Lao Yu is an ordinary middle-aged man who lives in an office building and a vegetable market. He could never have imagined that a child could reach his current position.
——This world is so strange.
Why would a child stand at the top of the world? What about the leaders of mankind? What about the bigwigs? Why would a student be at the forefront?
Lao Yu is a person who blends in with the masses and is easily led by public opinion. He used to like to talk big on the Internet about international relations, foreign trade, stock price fluctuations and the like.
He believed some of the comments on the forum, saying that the first player had other intentions and was not an ordinary human. After all, how could an ordinary human achieve this? This was too unreasonable!
He looked at his daughter who was breathing rapidly in front of him and said with concern:
"What's wrong with you? You've been having nightmares lately. I've told you not to watch the live broadcast. Experts online said that the scenes in those world copies are not normal. Even if we watch them through the screen, it will have a mental impact on us!"
Yu Ruohe didn't say anything, just stared at him.
After a moment, she let out a weak gasp.
Like a cry for help.
"...Dad, I want to see a psychiatrist," she said.
Old Yu frowned and immediately refused:
"What doctor? I know what you want to say. But there is no such thing as depression. It's all a scam! I think you are fine. Just take more rest. Depression is not a disease at all. It's just a bad mood. It's a rich man's disease!"
Yu Ruohe stopped talking again.
She stared at her father who was reading the newspaper, standing still for a long time.
The only sound in the air was her rapid, beast-like breathing, as if asking for help.
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