Chapter 20 Three-in-One

From Fu Zexun's perspective, when he discovered that his grandfather had intervened in the events surrounding his awakening, He Jingtong was not even shocked emotionally.

Instead, the system as an observer was full of curiosity: [Can you explain to me why you don’t have any emotional reactions to this kind of thing? ]

"Before I tell you the answer, you have to answer me a question first." He Jingtong tightly grasped the only relic of Jiang Nan in his hand, but rather than calling it a relic, it was more like a piece of Elite Academy uniform.

He walked downstairs to the mall. He heard muffled footsteps coming from the emergency passage. At the same time, the system also heard He Jingtong's voice: "In addition to detecting my heartbeat, can you also observe my emotional changes?"

【Yes. Compared to humans, the system is in the silicon-based biological division. Emotions expressed by facial expressions and movements, and emotional changes, no matter how intense, have a performance element. On the contrary, heartbeat, pulse, and emotional curve graphs are the most intuitive data. 】

[Besides, these things are also part of my thesis, so they cannot be closed.]

While they were talking, He Jingtong had already walked down to the first floor.

The reason why he didn't want to take the elevator was because he looked like a wolf with blood all over his body, so as not to scare passers-by.

But the reality is that he did not scare passers-by, but he did scare the students of Elite Academy.

To be more precise, he is Jiang Nan's teammate.

The visitors were a man and a woman. The man was holding something that looked like a compass with a spoon-like part on it, which was pointing to where He Jingtong was. After the two hurriedly walked into the safety passage, they saw He Jingtong covered in blood, and their faces suddenly changed.

"Who are you? Why do you have Jiang Nan's things on you!" the boy spoke first.

The girl who was traveling with him had a Bluetooth headset on her ear. When the boy asked her urgently, she had already noticed the piece of school uniform in He Jingtong's hand.

"Tell me where Jiang Nan is and what you did to him!"

The two students looked at each other, and both looked at He Jingtong with undisguised vigilance.

The boy holding the compass quickly stuffed it into the guitar bag behind him and stared at He Jingtong eagerly.

He Jingtong opened his palm, which was gradually turning dark red blood. The young man said in a low voice: "Jiang Nan is dead."

"What did you say?!" The girl could hardly control herself and grabbed He Jingtong's collar with both hands. "You didn't attack us directly, so I can treat you as not a bad person, but you said that other people's classmates died for no reason... You'd better give me a reasonable reason, otherwise I will let you see the price of talking nonsense."

Her tone was hurried and her eyes were red almost uncontrollably.

Jiang Nan has been missing for three days.

When they found that they could not contact their companions, the other two reported the situation immediately.

The teachers in the school, together with An Lai, who had extraordinary remote control capabilities, were able to quickly locate Jiang Nan's last appearance in surveillance even though he was hiding in the office.

That was external monitoring in an office building.

On the day the incident was reported, the two students turned the office building upside down.

But they found nothing.

I hoped that Jiang Nan's family would know his whereabouts, but the result of inquiring was that they had clearly stated a week ago that the pile of summer homework needed to be resolved as soon as possible, and it might be inconvenient to contact them when they were busy in the future.

It is obviously impossible for a living person to disappear in a city full of surveillance.

But An Lai really couldn't find anyone, so in this situation, Cui Tong, the director of the supernatural department, had to take action.

I applied to the government, contacted the national agency, and successfully borrowed the Bagua plate currently in the hands of my classmates. I also borrowed the items related to Jiang Nan that the two classmates had previously collected. Finally, the direction of the Bagua plate was set to this shopping mall.

They imagined all sorts of possibilities.

As a team, the students kept in touch with each other. Although they didn’t communicate every minute, they would contact each other almost every few hours as long as they were awake.

Three whole days...

The worst possible outcome had not been unthought of, but when He Jingtong blurted out Jiang Nan's name and added the suffix "dead", he became angry.

He Jingtong turned his head away as he was being held by the collar. The tightness in his throat made him cough twice, but he still said, "Jiang Nan is dead."

"I killed him." He Jingtong stared at the two people in front of him with intense emotions. He looked like an indifferent person who didn't care about other people's lives or deaths.

"What the hell did you say?!" The male student had already swung a fist towards He Jingtong's face, but the fist did not hit his face in the end, but hit the wall on the side.

White putty and wall plaster fell to the ground, making a mess.

A red light flashed in the girl's Bluetooth headset, and a male voice rang out: "Calm down, that's one of the transfer students who came after school started!"

It is the voice that belongs to An Lai.

God knows how upset he was when he heard He Jingtong say "I killed him" through the Bluetooth headset.

Are you kidding?

It hasn't been that long!

To be more precise, He Jingtong had just met him for the first time a day ago, but less than 24 hours later, that is, now, this student who will officially transfer to the Elite College after the start of the school year, directly said that he had killed someone.

What did the prophet do? What did the prophet know? What did the prophet not say?

In an instant, An Lai's brain storm almost burned him out.

But there was only one thing he was sure of, and that was that He Jingtong would never do anything harmful to the academy.

After he took the initiative to expose his identity as a prophet, An Lai, who was still a member of the academy even though he was imprisoned in the office, actually understood He Jingtong's "weakness" to a certain extent.

Although this weakness was exposed by the other party.

But taking the initiative itself also means a gesture of goodwill.

So in this case, even though he didn't understand the course of events and the details of the situation, An Lai still chose to make his voice heard as a warning.

At the same time, He Jingtong finally began to slowly talk about what happened.

An Lai, who activated the camera in the safety passage, clearly saw that He Jingtong kept his head lowered and looked at the blood solidified in his palm while talking.

Until he finished telling the whole story of his meeting Jiang Nan.

And repeated once more: "I killed him."

Looking at it now, even though the uncontrollable tears obscured the girl's vision, she could still detect He Jingtong's dazed and confused expression.

Say comforting words?

I can't tell.

Her teammate, with whom she had been extremely close during the three years of high school, someone who completely trusted each other and was even willing to sacrifice her life for each other, just died like this, and died at the hands of a junior.

Can't comfort.

But the anger seemed unreasonable.

At a loss.

I don't even know why I'm standing here.

He just stared at his other teammate blankly, letting his tears cover his face.

He Jingtong just looked at them, his face showing no emotion. But the absence of emotion itself showed that he was completely confused.

We cannot allow these three children to continue to stay in the safety passage and let their emotions run wild.

An Lai used the Bluetooth headset's external speaker function to raise his voice and emphasize his tone: "Is it time to cry now? At least as students of the paranormal department, what you should do now is to go to the cinema on the top floor of the mall and investigate the situation."

"The words about AI that He Jingtong said were obviously just recorded and played on the big screen. Later, it was discovered that Jiang Nan..." An Lai couldn't bear to say anything more.

But if he didn't say it, the three children in the safe passage would probably be crushed by the mental pressure of internal consumption: "Later, if they find that Jiang Nan didn't explode and affect the entire mall, then those people behind the scenes may return to investigate the situation." "Now, what you should do is to investigate the situation, not stay where you are."

"Rather than dwelling on the fact that Jiang Nan is dead, you must seize the golden time to investigate the truth. And think about the risks you might encounter once you meet the person behind the scenes."

"I have already notified Cui Tong, but even if he flies over by helicopter, it will take time. You can't wait until he arrives before investigating the situation, right?"

"So calm down. At least I don't want you kids to be confused when I'm working extra hours to provide remote assistance to students."

An Lai felt that he had overdrawn his words for the whole day. Even though he felt sorry for Jiang Nan's death, he vaguely revealed a sign that he did not feel any pain about it.

This only means that he has experienced similar things, and more than once.

The boy took a deep breath, rubbed his red eyes, patted the girl's shoulder, and finally said through gritted teeth: "Teacher An Lai is right, we have to investigate the situation first..."

"I know." The girl said, but she did not go upstairs immediately. Instead, she involuntarily stretched out her hand and pried away He Jingtong's hand that was holding the school uniform fabric.

The tightly clenched fist was eventually forcibly pried open. The deceased's belongings were not warmed by He Jingtong's palm, but were cold, just like Jiang Nan, who was left with only this piece of cloth.

Jiang Nan's companions quickly rushed to the top floor, and He Jingtong's cell phone also rang.

About 10 seconds later, An Lai still hadn't received a reply, so he made a direct call without the owner having to answer the phone.

He looked at the surveillance footage on the computer and saw the boy's dejected figure. He sighed, "I don't know how you managed to get downstairs just now, but I believe that you still have some sense left."

"If you are not crazy, then don't stand there any longer. You need to go investigate the situation with your two classmates, your two seniors. And if you have not completely abandoned your reason, then you'd better tell me afterwards whether this incident was accidental or something you had foreseen in the future."

After a while, He Jingtong looked up at the surveillance camera. An Lai was startled by the pure black eyes on the computer screen. He then saw He Jingtong open his mouth stiffly and said word by word: "That is the present that cannot be changed."

With just one sentence, An Lai instantly understood the reason.

Adults think a lot.

He immediately thought of the scene where He Jingtong wanted to rescue his companion but was powerless to stop his transformation.

What does He Jingtong know?

If nothing unexpected happens, the so-called prophecy is an ability that He Jingtong only possessed during the time when he awakened his power.

After all, he is still a one-month-old child with special powers.

In the follow-up report on the hospital ghost incident submitted by Qi Xueyi, the time unit accurate to the second showed that He Jingtong had no trace of "precognition" before solving the ghost problem.

In other words, when He Jingtong met Fu Zexun, it was the first time he really wanted to change his fate.

An Lai suddenly felt a little regretful that he did not ask for specific details at that time.

But thinking back to the fact that He Jingtong later revealed his identity as a predictor to him, it is easy to conclude that during the time when He Jingtong and Fu Zexun were confronting each other, they did not truly change their fate.

Perhaps it was because of this that He Jingtong chose to tell him about his identity as a prophet.

Assuming that the first failure was due to He Jingtong's lack of ability and insufficient understanding of the situation in the other world, then after he understood the limitations he might encounter, he took the initiative to reveal his predictive ability to An Lai, which was equivalent to He Jingtong looking for an assistant.

Even with assistants and helpers, he failed to change his fate for the second time. He even became a murderer when he was still a teenager.

Is he really not crazy?

An Lai thought about what he was doing when he was a teenager.

Even without careful recollection, one can conclude that during his school years, he would often take advantage of his holidays to go to Internet cafes and play games all night long.

Compare now.

Compared with He Jingtong...

Or the question is, will he really not go crazy?

"I couldn't save him," He Jingtong said. "I could only watch him die. I couldn't even relieve his pain. I even burned him with my power before he died."

"I really doubt that, compared to my self-righteous idea of ​​looking for partners from an individual perspective and trying to guide the future in a good direction, is it really correct? If I tell the school, the country, and the powerful organizations that have the ability to maximize the impact of my ability, Jiang Nan..."

"Will you not die?"

An Lai saw the tears falling from He Jingtong's eyes when he looked up.

How painful does it have to be for this to happen?

How miserable must one be to want to proactively report one's predictive ability when one knows full well that the college environment is not as healthy, positive and sunny as it appears?

It is natural to want to escape from being controlled and imprisoned.

He clearly did nothing wrong...

"Don't think like that." An Lai interrupted He Jingtong, "You can't even think like that."

An Lai emphasized: "You know, Fu Zexun is also one of the teachers at the academy. In this environment, if you report the details of your abilities, you will only put yourself in danger."

"Don't think about it anymore. Go find the two who have already gone upstairs... Although you are standing here without taking any action, it means that they will not gain anything, nor will they encounter any danger..."

"@fuck&." An Lai suddenly cursed He Jingtong, "I suddenly understand why you blew yourself up when you saw me revealing the handcuffs."

An Lai didn't say anything after that, and the phone was disconnected with a beep.

An Lai's right fingernails scraped across the table, making a harsh sound. At the same time, he couldn't help thinking: Hiding a secret can be equivalent to the example he gave, but hiding countless secrets...

It really just drives people crazy.

He Jingtong went upstairs again.

At the same time, he did not forget to reply to the system in his heart, asking why he did not show any emotional change after learning that his grandfather was involved in the awakening of his abilities and even in the death of his uncle.

"If you find that everyone around you has received elite education, and some have even started learning psychology since childhood, but you are the only one who has been guided by your grandfather, a well-known businessman, to a happy education through a tutor, then you will also realize that something is wrong."

However, when He Jingtong was young, he thought that as the eldest grandson, he was not favored. Therefore, compared to letting him learn all kinds of knowledge that would make other people of the same age show painful expressions when they were just mentioned, it was not a problem for him, who was not qualified to be the successor of his grandfather, to receive happy education.

It was not until He Jingtong's heart was filled with positive energy, sunshine, and positive traits such as positivity that he began to be exposed to the elite education that others had already adapted to long ago.

Honestly speaking, when a child thinks that he is normal and his IQ is above the passing line, but the things he learns are all knowledge that his peers have already learned and mastered years ago, even He Jingtong would start to doubt himself, wondering if he is too slow and like a fool, and simply does not have the "ability to catch up."

If happy education shaped He Jingtong into a positive and optimistic person, then the subsequent elite education was equivalent to a comprehensive suppression of his body and soul.

You can't do it, you are too weak, you are useless.

Look at others, look at your peers, look at those who are younger than you.

The psychiatrist's assessment told He Jingtong's grandfather where he broke down.

The purpose of happy education over the years has been to enable He Jingtong to have a mechanism for self-encouragement and self-motivation when facing various pressures and desperate situations.

I can't do it? That's because I came into contact too late; I am too weak? Just give me a little more time; I am useless? It's only useless now, and no one knows what will happen in the future.

Look at others? Instead of focusing on others, you should focus on yourself. Look at your peers? They started learning earlier than me, so there is no need to compare. Look at those who are younger than you? They just started learning with me on a certain day, so being younger than me doesn’t mean anything.

How wonderful.

Under the observation of many psychiatrists and psychological experts, He Jingtong successfully grew up to be the person He Yunian wanted.

But in fact, the dividing line to psychological breakdown is closer than the psychiatrist expected.

Or maybe it was just an accident that no one expected.

It was a normal day.

For many years, only the adults talked about the story, but in fact, He Jingtong, the eldest grandson, had never seen his third uncle, who returned to the He family.

Uncle San is a man who appears cold and aloof. It can be said that this is because he has not been home for a long time and therefore has no feelings for his family.

When He Jingtong was pushed by his father to take a step forward and take the initiative to greet people, the character called father behind him couldn't help but burst into hatred in his eyes.

The cub knew nothing.

To He Jingtong, the most important thing was this uncle who had an extraordinary aura and whom he met for the first time.

He raised his head and looked at the man sitting on the sofa.

The villa area is decorated in a traditional Chinese style. The man in uniform did not give his elder brother face at that time. Instead, he said to the ignorant youngsters, "Don't look at me like that. It's disgusting."

When He Jingtong was a child, he didn't know why. He only knew that when he was walking towards his third uncle, he was suddenly interrupted by his father, and was roughly pulled up and thrown aside.

Afterwards, a one-sided questioning began.

"How can you talk to your brother like that?!"

The unimaginable quarreling sound made Xiao He Jingtong, who was standing nearby, start to think involuntarily, why?

All the knowledge related to psychology that I just came into contact with flashed through my mind.

Whether it was jealousy or hatred, it was all clear at a glance.

As for the reason?

Of the two men arguing, one was silent, sitting upright on the wooden sofa, while the other man was spitting and his face was flushed with emotion.

Thoughts are wonderful things.

When thoughts override emotions, the role of father no longer has authority in front of He Jingtong.

Read books, search for information, and carefully seek information from the elderly around you.

It was not until one day some time later that He Jingtong suddenly realized the true meaning of the words of his third uncle, who was driven away by his father and never even saw his grandfather.

That's not a complete sentence.

"Don't look at him like that" refers to the fact that Uncle San was offended by this. As for the "very disgusting" in the latter sentence, it refers to the education that the He family gave to He Jingtong.

No one who has been rich for three generations would ignore the education of his descendants.

If you want to ensure that happy education will not really make your child useless, then that child will become a being monitored, observed, and criticized at a very early age.

It's like a little white mouse trapped in a cage, always being cared for by the "humans" outside the cage.

To Uncle San, He Jingtong's "positive attitude" at that time was a manifestation of his sin after his self-destruction.

He knew that he couldn't get angry at a child, but psychologically he couldn't help but think...

Hey, it's really disgusting.

.

But even with such a past, He Jingtong didn't think it was bad.

Otherwise, when he first encounters the system, he is likely to show surprise and panic.

Imagining the kind of behavior he might have, He Jingtong shuddered uncontrollably.

Coincidentally, he also returned to the cinema.

In the distance, two classmates were looking at He Jingtong. Between the two of them was the place where Jiang Nan had fallen before.

The female student was emotionally distressed, but she was also clear-headed and knew clearly that they had gained nothing.

The painful emotions can be freely expressed among teammates, but in front of "outsiders", the female student just suppressed the pain and said: "...Thank you for seeing him off for the last time."

Silence is the best response.

At least another male classmate has begun to comfort He Jingtong: "We will slowly digest these sudden changes, and we will also investigate the situation ourselves, but as someone who was accidentally dragged into this, I hope you don't have too much psychological pressure..."

He exhaled deeply, which was completely different from his alert and imposing expression not long ago. Even his eye sockets looked deeply tired: "Otherwise...otherwise, even if Jiang Nan died, he probably wouldn't forgive me."

In the academy, An Lai, who has always been paying attention to this place, really wants to say one thing: if you can't speak, don't speak...

On the computer screen, it was visibly seen that He Jingtong was frozen in place.

"...I could have saved him." He Jingtong lowered his head, his eyelashes trembling slightly, "If I hadn't listened to him, I would have sent him to school immediately, or called Qi Xueyi directly..."

Two classmates not far away showed expressions of pity. They once again felt the confusion in He Jingtong.

What does he know?

Half of the students in the psychic department are those who have inherited the tradition like Jian Zirui, and some are those who have awakened halfway like Qi Xueyi.

But even if they awaken halfway, they will be given enough time to learn about another world in their first year of high school.

Transfer student?

This made one fact clear to them.

The fact is that it took less than a month for He Jingtong's three views to be broken and reconstructed.

He Jingtong clenched his fists, looked up at the two people, his voice hoarse, and the corners of his eyes reddened: "Besides, it doesn't matter even if the body is transformed. Even if it explodes, it won't affect others. There will always be empty places, and there will always be reasons why you don't have to die. What's more, even if you completely turn into a spirit...what if?"

"What if someone has done research in this direction and has a method to reverse it?"

"The world is so big, and the possibilities are so many..."

"Why do you say there is only one ending? If there is only one...

If there really is only one..."

Then what is the point of his efforts?

This string of words left a deep mark in An Lai's heart.

The other two students also clenched their fists.

"But that was his decision."

"That was his own decision!" The female classmate once again grabbed He Jingtong's collar. "Why do you ask a person who has made his own decision to think about reasons why it can't be realized? What are you doing? Don't you think it's too much to ask of a dead person like this!?"

What she actually wanted to say was, as someone who actually killed someone, why should you appear to be in more pain than these other companions?

Wouldn't this seem ridiculous?

What's even more ridiculous is that no matter how much your emotions clamor, no matter how much you want to punish the person in front of you with a life for a life, reality will not allow it, and reason will not acknowledge that the person who has such an idea would be you.

The girl loosened He Jingtong's collar again.

“That’s it.” She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms.

Jiang Nan’s incident ends here.

But is this really the case?

Students need to submit reports on related events. It is still unknown who transformed Jiang Nan into a spirit.

But after reading the report, Cui Tong only had a brief conversation with An Lai, who was also familiar with the incident.

The former said that it would be best not to spread this matter among students. Firstly, it would easily cause panic, and secondly, it would probably drive He Jingtong, who was obviously in a depressed mood, really crazy.

The latter agreed and also hinted that Cui Tong should be wary of Fu Zexun.

Unfortunately, without any information from the prophet, the Dean of Studies regarded this hint as just a concern between close friends.

An Lai was so angry that he almost died, but later he was even given a task by Cui Tong, who had more and more work to do.

What did he say? "Besides me, you know the most about this matter. I have all my work to deal with, and the investigators of related incidents have to go through my procedures. Only you, who have nothing to do, seem to care about He Jingtong very much."

An Lai: ???

He sneered: "What do you want to express?"

Cui Tong spoke quickly: "Regarding informing the child not to tell anyone else about this, you will be the one to help inform him."

"goodbye."

After saying that, he walked out of An Lai's office.

The man was left sitting on the office chair. He kicked the desk in pain. While the handcuffs made a creaking sound, he could only grit his teeth and take out his cell phone.

He knew that the devil was around him, and that the children who were indirectly his students were under tremendous mental pressure, but An Lai also knew that he could not say anything.

Can't express anything.

Who are the people behind Fu Zexun?

What is the reason for the experiments related to spiritual transformation?

Fu Zexun’s purpose…these are all questions.

But the guy who has language ability is almost going insane because of this stimulation...

Help... Is it really necessary for me to continue staying in this world?

An Lai allowed a look of despair to appear on his face, and typed a message: [You should know what happened here. ]

[I won't say much else. Take care of yourself in the next few days. Of course, if you feel the need to vent your inner pressure, you can always use me as an ai tree hole. I promise that I am just a trash can that only allows people to go in but not out.]

But in the end, there was only a cold "Read" on the chat interface.

An Lai pounded the table with a headache and began to shut himself off.

As for He Jingtong...

He was checking the contents of the third chapter of the comic while answering various questions from the system.

Question 1: The reason for letting Jiang Nan die and taking action yourself.

[This is an easy answer.]

In the student dormitory, He Jingtong sat on a wooden bed with no bedding, only a cold frame.

Not long ago, the daily necessities delivered to the dormitories from the school security guard were all packed in cardboard boxes. They were piled up not far away, blocking out the natural light coming in from the windows.

He Jingtong sat on a corner of the wooden bed shrouded in shadows. On the surface, he lowered his head in silence, but deep down in his heart he was answering the system: [Jiang Nan cannot be saved.]

Even in the comics, Jiang Nan did not survive.

However, from the perspective of the comic, He Jingtong happened to meet the two classmates while buying daily necessities.

Out of justice in his heart and the fact that he was destined to go deeper into another world, He Jingtong chose to follow them.

As a result of their joint actions, the two students followed the guidance of the compass and faced a complete transformation into an alien, which led to an explosion and caused the death of 106 people in the mall.

How could a hot-blooded comic make the plot too peaceful?

It's not uncommon for hundreds of people to die.

What's more...

[In the plot, until the end of the comic, the artificial spirits created by Fu Zexun still have no possibility of recovery. This is from a factual perspective. If it is based on imagination, for example, if someone happens to be doing a related spirit reversal experiment, that is, an experiment to turn spirits back into humans, then Jiang Nan still won't survive.]

[The power of the seventh sin/lust that he is about to possess is actually explosion. Moreover, it can be controlled remotely by Fu Zexun, and it is a unique power that can explode at any time.]

However, compared to letting Jiang Nan continue to live as a monster in Fu Zexun's hands, He Jingtong chose to do as Jiang Nan wished and give him this one and only death.

Of course, after Jiang Nan was killed, the impact was far more than just one.

For example, now, whether it is the two classmates who did not become as familiar as in the original comic plot, or now, the psychological state of the prophet presented to Yasuki, or even the "original" in the third chapter of the comic...

These are what He Jingtong really wants.

He had not forgotten what the system had said about the number of points needed to travel to another world.

100,000,000 points, compared to the 2,250 points obtained in the first episode, is simply an astronomical number that cannot be achieved.

As for the 5639 points for the second episode, it is only slightly more than twice as high as the first episode.

Even here, there are some topics related to Fu Zexun's appearance, which has converted his popularity.

How long will it take to achieve 100 million points?

Too long.

We can only find another way.

There will always be people who like different characters and dislike different characters, but what He Jingtong requires is that the audience must have both love and hate for a character.

For example, the third episode of "Original" of "Other Spirits".

And the subsequent re-editing that will appear.

The prophecy could show the audience the goodwill of the two classmates towards him as a proactive helper to the greatest extent. However, the result of the prophet trying to defy fate and reverse his fate, that is, killing Jiang Nan himself, was enough to arouse the emotional response of the three-dimensional audience.

Is it possible that popularity also represents a person’s emotions?

He Jingtong, who has learned to update comics weekly, is looking forward to the feedback from the three-dimensional world after a week.

Whether it is the growth of the integral or the verification of his conjecture.

The hardships he encountered as the protagonist, the sudden growth and change of the villain Fu Zexun, and the other two classmates who liked him very much in the original book, but had extremely complicated feelings towards him because he killed Jiang Nan with his own hands...

Even the reactions of An Lai and Cui Tong, who will be marked in the comics, and He Jingtong, who is now sitting alone on the wooden bed, immersed in the shadows...

Thank you for the psychology knowledge I learned over the years.

Otherwise, even if He Jingtong knew what results his performance would bring, he might not be able to accurately read An Lai's thoughts from the images presented from multiple perspectives.

The lack of narration will still make the presentation of a story appear empty.

However, at that moment, He Jingtong deliberately captured the scene. He held the mobile phone in his hand and looked at the chat interface message with An Lai.

At the same time, a pop-up window appeared on the top of the phone, and Qi Xueyi's message just came.

He Jingtong's hand shook "uncontrollably" and he just clicked in.

The interface displays: [He, when are you going to start training? How about starting tonight? Jian Zirui is an absolute melee mage. Otherwise, if you can't hold out for an hour after she starts a physical confrontation with you, she is very likely to do this ↖↑that ↗→to you.]

[Also, do you have any gifts you want? My destination for this assignment is a grocery store. Did you know? I never thought there was a place in this city that sells popsicles for 50 cents each! Do you want one? I can wrap it with my power, keep it warm and bring it back to you. How thoughtful.]

[If you think I'm considerate, then please make sure to improve yourself. Otherwise, if one of us fails in the assignment we're working on together, Jian Zirui will really beat us up together. And if we fight back, we'll be punished by the Orphan Club of the Psychic Department, hmm...]

A series of messages came in very short intervals. Without He Jingtong even moving his fingers, the message on the top of the chat interface once again indicated that the other party was typing.

He is extremely talkative, yet also extremely lively, making it almost unbearable to watch.

but……

He Jingtong, who was immersed in darkness, seemed to have sensed something and slowly stood up from the wooden bed.

His face was gloomy, his back was slightly hunched, as if he was bent by invisible fatigue, and he murmured softly: "Strength... If there is enough strength...

Will there be no more deaths?

Even though I knew that a large part of it was acting, and I was also aware that He Jingtong's heartbeat wouldn't even fluctuate at all in response to these words, the system still felt a little distressed.

Perhaps it can be called a procedural disorder.

He was clearly the proud son of heaven who should have stood at the top of the clouds, but for no reason he seemed to have been pulled down from the altar and sunk into the mud, like ordinary people, who, not knowing the future, madly pursue power.

What happens next?

No one knows.

However, Schrodinger's time, Schrodinger's three-dimensional world, was set to a week later the moment He Jingtong stepped out of the room.

At that time, He Jingtong, who kept an expressionless face and ran around the playground, was not primarily concerned with the actual growth of points, but with the comments on the comics.

[Ahhhhhhh, where is the hot-blooded youth comic? Where is the refined and handsome man? How come the protagonist here hits his classmate, and the next second Fu Zexun turns evil? Help!

——But the scene where Fu Zexun lets go and his glasses fall to the ground... who understands? Who understands! There is no characterization at all, just a hand and twisted glasses falling to the ground, but I can still shake my pants and scream like crazy...]!