Ai Liang opened his eyes and silently recited the name he heard before he woke up.
'Something happened?'
"..."
Ai Liang turned on his night vision and glanced at the clock. After confirming that most people had gone to sleep in the early morning, he lowered his voice and asked, "Can you have a normal conversation with me when I'm awake?"
"You don't have to say anything, I already told you that I am your sub-personality. Just say what you want to say silently in your heart." An Liang said carelessly.
"Can you read my thoughts?" Alarm bells rang in Ai Liang's heart.
A person's innermost thoughts are extremely private matters. No matter how close people are, there will always be secrets between them that the other person doesn't know.
Wanton prying into other people's hearts is even more disgusting than physical insult.
Ai Liang asked unceremoniously: "Why didn't you say anything? You were planning to pretend to be stupid and get over there..."
Halfway through his words, Ai Liang suddenly remembered something.
It seems that as long as he resists An Liang, he will be locked up in a "little dark room"?
"..."
After a while, when Ai Liang's inner resistance calmed down, An Liang bubbled up again.
"I suggest you learn to control your emotions perfectly before you talk to me."
"...Answer my question." Ai Liang said softly.
"I said I'm just a sub-personality. I can't interfere with your body beyond your will, let alone read your thoughts and memories. Even after your memory bank is built, I can even observe your memories.
It won’t work.”
Ai Liang calmly pointed out the doubt: "But when I was talking to my grandpa's guests at noon yesterday, you clearly mocked me based on our conversation. This proves that you can sense the outside world."
Anliang said confidently: "You didn't force me to fall asleep, of course I can observe the outside world from your perspective.
Besides, you still need me to help you control the degree of body alienation. Before you can complete all this independently, I am an indispensable existence."
After listening to An Liang's explanation, Ai Liang's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Does this mean that from now on I will have a 24-hour online monitor next to me?" Ai Liang asked with unusual resistance.
At this moment, Ai Liang's resistance to An Liang had exceeded the threshold.
In real life, no matter how worried Feng Chengfu was about Ai Liang, he would always leave some time for completely free activities every day.
Even if there is surveillance in the bedroom, the servant behind the surveillance will not stare at the screen all the time.
But Anliang is different. This guy is always paying attention to every move. This feeling of no privacy is simply terrible, even if he is his own sub-personality.
No one answered.
In other words, Anliang has been banned again.
"It seems that it's not impossible to cut off your contact with the outside world."
Ai Liang breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the child's watch, jumped out of bed and walked to the window.
From the balcony of the villa, you can clearly see the shimmering light of the cowboy dormitories in the distance, and the light of flashlights flashing from time to time on the main road near the stables and livestock sheds.
The racecourse is a large area, and it is impossible to install surveillance cameras in every corner. Except for a few necessary buildings that have surveillance cameras, most areas have administrators arrange for some cowboys to patrol at night.
However, the patrol scope does not include pastures used for grazing. An empty grassland plain has no meaning for patrolling. Unless there are lost livestock or regular mountain patrols, the administrator will send people to the wild areas to check.
Ai Liang looked at the entire racecourse through the dim moonlight.
These glimmers of light were enough for him.
After the flashlight's light disappeared from sight, Ai Liang silently raised his hand and put it on the railing.
Ai Liang grabbed the railing with four fingers and slowly lifted into the air with one hand.
"I still don't feel any pressure when doing one-handed pull-ups. Sure enough, it's not just the eyes and ears that have changed."
Ai Liang sighed in a low voice, then put his feet on the railing and stood on it, looking down.
"At a height of nearly ten meters, I would never dare to stand in this place before. Is it because my body judges that this height can no longer harm me?"
Ai Liang stood up and jumped forward slightly.
After Dong let out a muffled sound, his legs bent slightly out of habit without any discomfort. The height of the second floor seemed as easy as jumping down from the steps.
Ai Liang looked up at the balcony on the second floor, where he had just jumped down.
He subconsciously clenched his fist as if to grab something.
"It's not an illusion that the changes in my body should have started the moment I woke up from the coma, but I never had the time or opportunity to test it."
Ai Liang turned around and looked into the distance: "The surveillance here at the racecourse is much less than in the manor. You can let go and test the changes in your body."
Having made up his mind, Ai Liang no longer hesitated and quietly headed into the wild, avoiding the surveillance cameras near the villa and the main road.
After leaving the main area of the racecourse, his speed began to increase, his trot gradually turned into a gallop, and his two short legs were left behind.
The strong wind howled in my ears, and the scenes on both sides of my field of vision were quickly moving backwards. The patter of footsteps was like a continuous rainstorm falling on the outdoor unit of the air conditioner.
Ai Liang felt that there was so much energy in her body that she wanted to give it a good vent.
I don't know how long he ran, but when he stopped in front of a mountain forest, the racecourse and villa were far behind him, leaving only the light spot of Mo Lake, which was at least several thousand meters away.
Ai Liang raised his hand and checked the time. It took him less than five minutes to leave the main road and reach the foot of the mountain.
Estimating the running speed, it should be at least 60 kilometers per hour.
If it's the speed of a car, it doesn't sound like much, but to put it another way, it means that Ai Liang can complete the 100-meter sprint track in five or six seconds.
This is the speed that a three-year-old child can run.
Thinking back to Anliang's previous question, can such a body really be considered human?
Ai Liang seriously doubted that he also had a pair of adoptive parents who ran a farm, otherwise the script would not be suitable.
Putting aside the messy thoughts, Ai Liang strode into the forest.
The reason why I chose this place is not because there is anything special about it, but simply because I happened to stop here.
In addition, the rocks of different sizes in the mountain forest are also more convenient for testing the upper limit of the body's strength.