Chapter 18

Is it true that the psychic transformation experiment conducted on ordinary people will not be used on students of psychic science?

The answer is yes.

But Fu Zexun hid it very well and no one noticed.

Only He Jingtong, who was holding the comic book that symbolized his destiny, could clearly see how the man whom he believed to be a good teacher in the comic book pushed him into an irreversible abyss bit by bit.

He Jingtong clapped the comics in his hands.

Not long ago, he was wrapping comic book covers in a store that sells school supplies in a mall.

But at the same time, the system that claimed to only watch and not intervene also showed its head.

【This comic can only be seen by you. To anyone else, it is just a blank book, a pure homework book, so there is no need to protect it too much.】

He Jingtong was stunned for a moment, then responded in his mind: "I thought you would only appear to take a look when I was approaching the final ending, and then pick up a pen to write down the ending."

[No, the mentor allows me to communicate with you appropriately, but I cannot interfere with any of your actions.]

"But what you said now is already considered as indirect interference." He Jingtong told the system, "There is no need to cover a plain white homework book, but if it is a comic book that records the symbol of destiny, then it is not excessive to protect it."

"Just before entering this mall, there is a clear explanation in planA, 'The Book of Destiny is Dark Under the Lamp'. If someone who is going to see this book later cannot see it, it simply means that fate does not favor him. If he can see it, it will only be his last glimpse of the world before he dies."

【？ ？ ？】

He Jingtong seemed to notice the confusion of the system, and smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter, I still have plan A, B, C..."

…

This is the shopping mall in the third chapter of the "Alien" comic.

This was also the first time that Fu Zexun truly took action against the students of the psychic department of the Elite Academy.

He Jingtong walked into a daily necessities store and confirmed that the merchant could pack the necessary items and deliver them to the school gate. The teenager, who had completed his primary task, walked into the elevator under the supervision of the surveillance camera.

On the top floor of the shopping mall, there is a clichéd cinema setting.

The place that should have been welcoming the audience was instead marked with a sign saying it was temporarily closed.

In the eyes of this cinema owner, the wealth represented by the summer vacation traffic is not worth mentioning.

On the system interface that only He Jingtong could see, there was a red and green intersection dot that kept flashing on the exploration device previously used to detect spirits.

That was his goal.

He Jingtong walked forward while thinking about how he should explain when reporting the situation later why he clearly saw the sign saying the theater was temporarily closed but still walked deeper into the theater.

When he suddenly realized something and thought of a way to explain it, he said, "Just think of it as me being too curious," and then he suddenly stopped walking into the theater.

The curtain opened, and what came into view was a student wearing the Elite College uniform.

A large amount of blood flowed out from beneath his body, staining the inner court carpet.

From the moment he entered this space, He Jingtong's nose was surrounded by the lingering smell of rust.

In the field of vision, the student whose lower body was hidden by several chairs, when he saw He Jingtong, his eyes suddenly lit up with the brightness of a light bulb.

That is the reaction of a despairing person who suddenly sees hope.

"Save me, save me..." the classmate shouted weakly. He stretched out his hand to grab the chair, leaving a bright red handprint on the seat.

Not long ago, he had called for help for a long time, but no one responded.

Until He Jingtong stepped into this forbidden area where no one had ever entered.

He Jingtong rushed forward two steps eagerly as if he hadn't noticed anything, and took out his cell phone from his pocket. After making sure the other party was still able to speak, he asked anxiously, "How are you? Have you called 120? Do you need my help to call the police?"

A look of despair flashed across the student's face: "The phone call can't be reached at all..."

But He Jingtong's pace suddenly stopped.

No longer blocked by the audience seats, the classmate's previously hidden lower body was now reflected in He Jingtong's eyes.

If the student's upper body still maintained its human form, his lower body had become a twisted mess of flesh and blood, and was still emitting a faint purple light.

Soul power is like a cleric's mana bar.

No professional would choose to waste energy for no reason.

But unlike humans, spirits never retract their power.

"You..." He Jingtong seemed to be shocked and stood still.

"…Are you still human?"

This question made the student's face twisted for a moment, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"I am! Of course I am!" His face was twisted with obvious hatred, "Since you can see the condition of my lower body, it proves that you must be a related person. I am a third-year student in the Paranormal Department of the Elite Academy. If you help me, take me to school, I will give you money, 100,000! As long as you take me to school!"

"Ding——" The big movie screen, which had always been dark, suddenly lit up.

The red and green dots representing the students who are no longer fully human gradually turn pure red on the system interface.

At the same time, a black silhouette appeared on the big screen. The student, who was gradually becoming inhuman, was stimulated by the bright light and squinted his eyes uncontrollably.

At this moment, the sound of AI machinery mixed with electromagnetic sound rang out, and the tone was inexplicably mocking: "You can't do it!"

"Forcibly transforming humans into spirits is an experiment that cannot be reversed."

The student looked up at the glaring light on the big screen, his eyes suddenly widened, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"Who are you?" He Jingtong frowned.

The AI ​​voice did not respond, but continued: "You are destined to become a monster. Instead of begging for help from passers-by, it is better to stay here quietly and die as I expected."

"I think it must be a beautiful view, a beautiful view! Hehehe, hehehahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The silhouette flickered on and off the screen a few times, and finally the big screen returned to darkness.

He Jingtong didn't know what was going on. He just approached the classmate and tried to help him up.

Ignoring the person who had just appeared on the screen, He Jingtong said calmly, "I am a transfer student from the Elite Academy. I will officially join the second year of the Psychic Department after the start of the school year. You don't need to give me money. If you can help me under certain conditions, I will not watch my classmates die."

"Really?"

The student did not push He Jingtong away, but smiled, his eyes were dull. Tears kept flowing down his face, and the weird smile and empty eyes made his whole face look distorted and terrifying.

"But it's no use..."

An almost manic roar sounded: "It's useless! That lunatic! That pervert!! That beast who plays with the lives of his own kind and takes everything for granted! He has never..."

"Never tell a lie."

"Do you know?" The classmate held He Jingtong's hand tightly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

This action restricted He Jingtong's movements, causing the teenager to be unable to struggle because the victim was seriously injured and if he moved, his injuries might be aggravated. He could only listen to him.

"It was really painful when I was being experimented on... The karma of the seven deadly sins was compressed and injected into my body through a syringe... I really felt like I was enduring the ultimate punishment of ancient times."

His snot and tears were running down together.

The school uniform of the noble academy was not even as good as a piece of ordinary tissue paper to save his face at this moment.

He Jingtong struggled gently and said, "Calm down first and don't listen to that silhouette. I'll take you back to school first. There are teachers at school. On the way, you can use my phone to call Qi Xueyi. He is the only treatment I know of..."

"After you transferred here, are you going to team up with Qi Xueyi?" The classmate's tears suddenly stopped flowing, but his eyes were still dead silent, with only darkness.

At that time, He Jingtong also struggled to break free from his hand, but it was more like his hand could no longer restrict He Jingtong's mobility.

Under the distorted purple light, the originally intact hand was filled with the texture of slime, just like his lower body, but also very much like sewer mud.

"Yes." He Jingtong responded while helping his classmate up.

But the alienation is already visible to the naked eye.

He Jingtong tried to use his soul power to resist the white light that enveloped his classmate, but in the blink of an eye he provoked the other party to scream continuously.

“Aaaaaaaa——”

The scream that nearly pierced his eardrums made He Jingtong's hands tremble and he almost dropped the person.

His body was shaking slightly because of this sudden change, and he was obviously frightened.

The classmate took a few deep breaths before laughing again: "Ha."

"Is that scary? Actually, I'm not in that much pain."

That's a lie. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die.

But the pain sobered him up and the tears that had just flowed out of his eyes gradually disappeared.

Today's students seem to have the bearing that students of aristocratic colleges should have.

He told He Jingtong: "I was reluctant to admit it before, but now I am very sure..."

"No one is more certain than I am that I will never see the sun tomorrow."

The tone was so calm that there was no fluctuation at all.

He Jingtong paused as he was helping the person move.

The classmate did not give him a chance to speak. In order to prevent his alienated limbs from coming into too much contact with He Jingtong, he simply poked He Jingtong's cheek with the "hand" that was glowing purple.

Because he had no sense of touch and didn't know the severity of the impact, the "hand" poked a small hole in He Jingtong's face that bled.

"sorry……"

"I just don't want you to talk." He quickly withdrew his hand and said guiltily

"Will you listen to me? Will you listen to me..."

"Although I feel that I am being too harsh in saying a last word to a freshman who is not even a sophomore..."

"But it seems like... I'm really going to die here."

The pain caused by the mutation made his forced calm expression distorted.

"The person who kidnapped me and conducted experiments on me was most likely someone from within the academy. During the experiment, I was conscious for a while and I heard someone say..."!