"How should I remove this hypnotic ability?" Jiang Xueming asked as he carried everyone into the first class cabin.
"I don't know." Dulan told the truth: "Don't you have any way to control your spirit body?"
To be honest, when Jiang Xueming learned all this, he had a strong, unreal feeling.
Teacher Wood can resist the [regret medicine]'s ability to reverse time, but at the moment he is immersed in a dreamland and unable to wake up.
Sixty-three should have seen many strange soul powers in his endless reincarnations, but looking at his peaceful and sound sleeping expression, it seemed that he had no resistance to [Fragrant Dream].
As for the passenger Benjamin, this was Jiang Xueming's first time meeting him, but after this guy fell asleep, the pheromones he revealed were very strong - a sense of peace of mind, an indescribable sense of peace of mind. Reuniting with the old people he missed, or...
Standing on the balcony and looking at the sunset, with the warm and comfortable wind blowing in his face, every pore on his body began to relax naturally, and he maintained a very high-quality sleep all the time.
As for Flavia—
——Like everyone else, this vicious flight attendant killed people without blinking an eye, and gradually became quieter after falling asleep.
When Dulan hugged her, she fell into a deeper sleep, and even her breathing began to slow down, as if she had entered a paradise of absolute happiness.
Jiang Xueming was originally looking forward to it, hoping that Teacher Wood could take the initiative to break away from the control of [Fragrant Dream] and wake up from sleep.
This visiting professor from Galahad Academy of Magic must be able to teach Xueming how to control his soul power. Unfortunately, Teacher Wood was motionless at the moment - he would yawn from time to time and shed a few tears from the corners of his eyes.
At this moment, Xueming would never dare to call out Hun Wei's true name easily.
If [Fragrant Dream] gets out of control and Sixty-Three wakes up, the consequences will be disastrous.
He just waited quietly and inquired with Ms. Duran.
"Ms. Duran, you claim to be a member of the Little Brotherhood. As we all know, the Crazy Butterfly Church sells their products to people, the Skull and Bones Society sells dragon blood to brave men, and the Rose Church sells immortal flesh to rich people. Stairway to Heaven
Selling their Sun Bibles, the Almighty Hand selling fundamentalist messianic self-impressions - what will you little brothers sell?"
Dulan hesitated for a moment, then immediately asked: "You want to send me to prison? Do you want me to confess?"
"No, that's not what I meant." Jiang Xueming looked at Duran and Flavia in her arms: "You are different from the cultists I have seen before, Claudia Als Duran, you
I still have people I love deeply, and I still have unparalleled courage and determination.”
When Ms. Du Lan looked at Jiang Xueming, she felt an inexplicable sense of awe in her heart.
You must know that she is already thirty-one years old. She has been crawling around in the dim underground world, growing up rapidly in an environment where the weak and the strong eat the fittest, and finally arrived here after layers of selection.
Jiang Xueming has just turned twenty-three, and he always reveals a mysterious and transcendent quality.
When he is on alert, the pheromones released from this young man's body are like those of a tiger.
When resting leisurely, he is like a piece of warm jade, which can make people calm immediately. His presence is so strong that it is almost impossible to ignore.
This weird and inexplicable spiritual pressure reminded Dulan of the Little Brotherhood's patriarch.
"The gray robe monks are a group of people who sell [luck]. We are proficient in divination, coins, poker, tarot cards or Feng Shui secrets. We believe that anything that happens has its [path] and its [Tao].
Through observation or calculation, very small forces can be used to produce large and large changes. Ordinary people regard this kind of miracle as [the blessing of the goddess of fate]."
Jiang Xueming sat down and prepared to have a long conversation: "It doesn't sound like Maddie's style. Does this have something to do with [Gui Yi]?"
"Yes, and it has a lot to do with it." Du Lan felt that the itching in his skull had finally cleared up and his brain had grown back. He explained seriously: "Jiang Xueming, the reason why the Little Brotherhood is called the Little Brotherhood is because
As you mentioned, the MLM model - what it initially sells to people is not [luck], but people's [intelligence]."
With that said, Dulan leaned over to get the notepad next to the vomit bag.
"The end of the pencil pointing up, is it red or blue?"
Jiang Xueming shook his head: "I don't know."
"[The timeline] told me that it was red." Duran then took out the pencil, and the result was the same as she predicted: "I have the ability to predict the future, but it was not purely luck. The red lead was pointed upward.
It is definitely not a completely random incident, but a well-established habit of the Airbus crew."
Duran grabbed the pencil and stared at the blue end.
"The pencils are inserted into the notepad one by one by the customer service staff of the flight attendant team, with the red end facing up, which can make the flight attendants be more careful and treat this precious stationery more cautiously, so that the guests will not worry about the notepad.
Found the broken nib in it."
Jiang Xueming: "How did you come to this conclusion?"
"Because the uniforms of the flight attendant team are blue, isn't it strange?" Duran took a pen and drew a line on Flavia's skirt: "The specifications of the uniforms are company regulations and cannot be changed. When placing the pencils,
If you are careless, you will leave marks on your clothes. If the blue pen tip is pointed upward, the flight attendant service department staff will not care about these details at all. Anyway, if your clothes or sleeves are scratched with one or two marks, it will not matter.
If it doesn’t come out, this is the causal logic.”
Duran emphasized: "It is precisely because of [sense of security] that people will reveal their weaknesses and expose the door to death. Once all things reach the state of [perfection], once they are completely [peaceful], they will begin to become incomplete."
, when we see the full moon, the perfect moon is dead.”
Jiang Xueming: "You said that these intellectual calculations were what the Little Brotherhood pursued in the first place?"
"Yes." Duran nodded, and then said: "You may think, since it is to remind Airbus attendants to treat these fragile pencils kindly, why not put caps on them? Replace them with more expensive oil-based pencils.
pen, or simply make it a style with red refills at both ends?"
Jiang Xueming immediately became curious.
"I want to ask this too."
"Because new life needs breathing and living space." Duran explained: "This pencil is like the rules in human society. When new life comes to this world, it knows nothing about it.
Like the reckless newcomers in the Airbus service department, they need to adapt to this kind of rules. Maybe there are one or two opportunities to make mistakes. The blue refills facing up can save them a lot of effort, but the supervisors in the Airbus group saw them
Lazy and slippery behavior will always be corrected, and over time it becomes a rule - everyone needs to gradually understand the operating rules of the world. In the end, they will be shaped into various types of people by the rules of all walks of life. The reason is simple, right?
?But it is very difficult to see through these things."
Jiang Xueming fell silent.
Duran said immediately.
"The predecessor of the Little Brotherhood is the Franciscans, a church founded by ascetics who imitated the Almighty Hand. At the beginning, we hoped to measure the underground world with our own feet and explore various laws.
By deducing the results through phenomena, we can achieve the state where everything is perfect and smooth, that is, we can always be favored by [Goddess of Destiny]."
"But things changed later. The word "lucky" has many, many interpretations and many, many criticisms."
"We will use divination to save time on doing things, and we will use superpowers to overcome insurmountable obstacles. Everything is like taking a shortcut - just like a railway train. As long as someone in front of you repairs the track, the people behind you only need to spend more money.
In just a few minutes, we can cover the natural dangers that took road construction workers several years to cross.”
"The Little Brotherhood simply cannot escape from the whirlpool of [Nihilism], just like Sixty-three cannot escape from the palm of the [Regret Medicine]. This is a spiritual drug, and the characteristics of the soul power determine everyone's craftsmanship.
Individual paths cannot be inherited from each other. Unlike science and art, it cannot be passed down through the master-disciple relationship. Everyone's divination techniques and prediction results are expressed in different ways."
"Most of the gray-robed monks in the Little Brotherhood are omitting the process and pursuing the result. Just like the concept of unity of the crazy butterfly, since life will eventually be integrated into one, the evolutionary path is meaningless. It is pure nothingness -
- We see Sixty-Three constantly using regret medicine like a drug, because in his life journey, the process is meaningless. Everything is his decision. If he doesn’t want the result, he can regret it and start over again.
"
"Why do people take drugs?" Dulan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Isn't it because of emptiness? The meaning of survival, the meaning of work, and the meaning of life are lost. No stimulation can make an empty heart feel happy.
Or to be satisfied, I have to pursue the ultimate physical and mental pleasure, so I push myself into the abyss."
Jiang Xueming muttered silently: "The shortcut is the long way around."
"The Little Brotherhood will not take long detours." Ms. Duran said: "What it sells to people now is to get something for nothing, or to use a small price or an inexplicable divination to determine the most important things in life.
A major event - perhaps due to fate, Sixty-three found us and tried to use the power of [timeline] to help him complete this ceremony."
"I probably understand." Jiang Xueming felt dizzy after hearing this. To be honest, he didn't understand what these fun people were thinking. He could only barely understand what others said, "Let's get down to business, Du Lan."
Du Lan shrugged helplessly, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water: "Where are you going to send me? No matter what, as long as I can survive. Making a deal with you is better than risking your life with Sixty-Three
.”
Jiang Xueming: "I will hand you over to my teacher."
Duran: "David Victor?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes, he can identify your crime. After reading your book, you must plead guilty and serve the sentence."
Duran: "I have a request."
"You want to plead for Flavia?" Jiang Xueming shook his head: "No chance."
Du Lan became nervous: "She is the person I love most in my life, Jiang Xueming - she killed many, many people, including good people and bad people, including the Green Gold Guards and others from the Crazy Butterfly Sect. She can't go to jail, she can only
If you can be sent to the execution ground, you won’t even have the chance to make up for your mistakes through labor reform.”
"I don't have the final say on this matter." Jiang Xueming didn't have any sympathy for her.
Duran: "I am willing to suffer punishment for her."
Jiang Xueming: "There is no such thing as this. She is her, and you are you. If your life can be exchanged for hers, how many criminals in the world can find a scapegoat. The teacher also taught me that people do not hate evil, but hate incompetence.
Own."
Duran begged nervously: "Big shot, please listen to me. Flavia's soul is very vicious. The things she owns can only be used to kill people. It's like a baby getting a gun. She"
Jiang Xueming interrupted: "It's meaningless for you to tell me this, Ms. Dulan. The person who decides whether you go to prison or to the execution ground is not me, but my teacher."
"I understand." Dulan's words flashed, and for a moment a decisive and fierce expression flashed, and then immediately dissipated: "I understand."
"The plane will land in fourteen minutes." Jiang Xueming said as he dialed Teacher Victor's phone number: "Ms. Dulan, you have to be prepared. There is no resurrection after death, and we all have to look forward.
"
Du Lan shook his head in despair: "Jiang Xueming, you should be able to understand me. Some people in life are irreplaceable."
The phone was always in mute mode, which made Xueming feel uneasy. Maybe Teacher Victor was outside the service area.
"how you said that?"
Dulan murmured: "Sixty-three lost Bailu, lost 9527, and Bu Liuxing never appeared from the beginning to the end - I ask you, if you lose these crucial people, lose Bu Liuxing,
Meteor, lost these friends, lovers, relatives."
"There are no ifs." Jiang Xueming interrupted immediately, "No assumptions."
"You are really a cold-blooded person." Dulan gritted his teeth: "You are a scumbag who is more like a cold-blooded animal than my soul power!"
Jiang Xueming immediately retorted: "How many people have Flavia caused to lose their loved ones? How many people have lost their lovers and friends?"
"So what!" Dulan was hysterical and finally started to go crazy: "I only care about her! I don't want anything!"
Jiang Xueming immediately said: "Ms. Du Lan, please think clearly, your soul power is not capable of fighting. Struggle is in vain."
"I obviously worked so hard." Dulan pursed his lips with a look of grievance on his face: "I walked for a long time, going around and around on this road, trying my best to deal with big shots like you.
I finally got rid of the horrible reincarnation, and I just want to live with her."
"Be more open-minded, Ms. Du Lan." Jiang Xueming said immediately: "She doesn't have you in her heart. In the words of my partner, she is not sentimental or flirtatious, but her heart is broken into many pieces. The one left for you is already a piece of heaven.
The grace is mighty."
"How do you know!" Dulan roared: "If she can't survive, in the last ten minutes, I will do everything possible to wake up Sixty-Three!"
Jiang Xueming raised the gun: "Really? Although I am very curious about what you will do, but I have to restrain my curiosity."
Two lines of clear tears fell from Dulan's eyes: "You dare to kill me?"
Jiang Xueming cocked the hammer and released the safety: "You should know me very well."
"Yes. Your Majesty the Demon King." Dulan sneered: "Even the lives of the people in your hands, you have to kill three every day before you can sleep peacefully."
"Yes." Xueming's eyes were serious and persistent, and there was no mercy in his dark pupils. "You are right."
The silent confrontation lasted for a long, long time.
Until the plane started to descend, the Walled City came into view again.
The familiar scenery gradually became extremely clear.
Xueming saw the cluster of rental houses and high-rise buildings next to Hung Hom MTR station.
"You executioner!" Dulan's expression was distorted and terrifying, but he did not dare to take a step. He could only scold you in the most vicious words: "Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck you! Bastard! Little bastard!
"
Jiang Xueming: "Go ahead and scold me."
There were more and more tears on Dulan's face.
"Please, please let her go. Please."
Jiang Xueming: "Keep scolding, don't stop. The more tears you cry, the more panic I will get."
Duran: "Fuck! You are so fucking perverted!"
Jiang Xueming: "No, no, no, I don't have such a special hobby, Ms. Du Lan. It's just that social experience tells me that you can only move your hands and mouth one at a time. If you stop scolding, you may do something stupid."
The plane bounced the moment it touched the ground——
——At the critical moment, Du Lan almost wanted to take away the deadly weapon from Jiang Xueming!
But her weak body warned her again and again, and the loyal little white snake reminded her that there was only one outcome for doing so, but there were many ways to die, and the outcome would not change in any way.
When the tire touched the ground again, it was like her heart hanging in mid-air suddenly touched the ground.
The love of her life will eventually come to an end. She is just weak, as if her heart suddenly fell back into her chest from mid-air, everything becomes empty, and everything returns to nothingness.
The plane began to taxi, and the Demon King in front of him did not change at all. He was a statue made of iron.
Just like when Sixty-Three just came to Platform Zero of the Little Brotherhood and looked at the holy statue of Crazy Butterfly, they had exactly the same expression when staring at something.
Duran just yelled and cursed. Before the finish line of the journey, he roared with all his strength and cursed the most ugly and vicious words.
And then he seemed to be in a daze——
"——I want to adopt a child with her."
"You, a big shot, will also have a family. I saw it in Sixty-Three's memories."
"Family can change a person, right? Even you, even sixty-three, will become gentle after you get married. Right?"
"This child has two mothers. You can't take away the child's mother. You can't do that."
Dulan opened his eyes wide and swallowed the tears on his lips.
"Flavia will get better, she will get better, I will definitely find a way, I will find a way. There will always be a way."
"Her blood-soluble toxins, her [Twilight Zone] are very powerful. Maybe she can go to the scientific research station and help the researchers make medicines? Isn't it? It will always be useful, right? It's impossible for Aohun Mingde to really want to kill
Her? How many people has she killed? You asked Aohun Mingde to command her and save so many people that the debts were all paid off! Isn’t that good? Isn’t that good?”
"No, it shouldn't be like this. I helped you, and my [Modern Siren] helped you. Without it, you wouldn't be able to win at all! Jiang Xueming."
"It's not Flavia's fault, it's not her fault. It's just that those people are obviously bad and they don't have the foresight. What's wrong with her for asking for death? She's right! She didn't."
Jiang Xueming: "We've arrived. Du Lan."
It's like all the energy has been drained away by these five words.
Dulan sat down on the ground and gradually became calmer with the roar of the plane engine.
She couldn't remember how she got off the plane——
——All I know is that Jiang Xueming found a large truck to transport all the unconscious people away.
Billy the Kid and Foianini hugged each other and fell into a dream under the influence of fragrant dreams, waiting for the trial of the Barazon Inquisition.
Wood Placker still hasn't woken up. It seems that this super power, this [sense of security] is more effective when used to deal with people with stronger obsessions.
The truck drove onto the Hung Hom Cross-Harbour Tunnel and finally stopped at the fork of the Cross-Harbour Tunnel to the Ring Road.
It was impossible for Xueming to drive such a car onto the highway. Only the Volga sedan from Jiujie Station could drive safely in the big roller.
He kept calling, but couldn't get through.
Du Lan hugged his lover tightly, feeling the chill that penetrated into his bones in the hot summer - beside the cold and humid temporary maintenance channel of the undersea tunnel.
It's five forty in the morning, when the sun has just risen.
The tunnel ushered in the first car heading south.
It suddenly changed direction and accelerated, hitting Jiang Xueming, who was calling for help, with a fierce hail of bullets.
Flavia didn't even come back to her senses. She saw the bullet and the front of the car hit the wall of the tunnel maintenance passage together, almost crushing Xueming, and even the light of the soul power was no longer visible!
Three people stepped out of the twisted car door, all members of the Little Brotherhood.
They picked up their guns and fired at the truck, then killed everyone in the truck and their blood flowed all over the floor.
The leading young man shouted to Dulan: "Sister! Where are the things?"
"What?" Dulan finally woke up from his chaotic and confused state.
The young man dug Jiang Xueming's body out of the wall and found a package of hallucinogens.
"Nothing, I found it."
Then Flavia heard a loud whistle and woke up from her dream.
The thugs of the Little Brotherhood showed their emblem: "Let's go, big sister, let's go quickly."
Dulan stood there stupidly, letting Flavia slip away from his arms. He saw this stupid girl with a bad temper rushing to Jiang Xueming's body to shout, and then ran to the body of Billy the Kid, the traitor, to take off her clothes.
I wet my skirt on the spot.
"Flavia!"
Dulan just shouted, still unable to believe that this was true.
Flavia rolled her eyes, squatted in the truck and shouted: "Don't stop me! You want to be shameless, I'm shameless! If you don't do something! I can't get rid of my anger at all!"
"Let's go! Second sister!" The young man looked at his watch anxiously: "Let's go! Let's go!"
Dulan grabbed his colleague and kept asking: "I am dreaming, am I right? I am dreaming, am I right?"
The three young brothers from the Little Brotherhood looked at each other and smiled, suddenly feeling that this topic was impossible to take up.
Immediately afterwards, the leader of the team was slapped hard by Duran. He was knocked unconscious and his mouth was full of blood.
"Sister, why did you hit me? I'm here to save you!"
Claudia Als Duran felt deep fear, "Don't try to lie to me! Fragrant dream!"
This sense of fear comes from [Fragrant Dream] and from Jiang Xueming’s soul power.
Is there a possibility——
——She never woke up from beginning to end.
From beginning to end, all her guesses and conjectures about [Fragrant Dream] were wrong.
Even if she has a strong desire for self-destruction, jumping off a building, beheading, or shooting herself, all these actions cannot wake her up. As long as she is attacked by Jiang Xueming's soul power, she will not be able to wake up at all!
But this sense of peace of mind.
This kind of——
"——Dulan! Don't be stupid! Do you still have urine in your stomach? Come with me!" Flavia yelled: "These guys have caused us to suffer a lot! I have to keep up like a waiter.
Smile! I have never suffered such grievances in my life!"
Duran thought for a moment, then ran into the truck, peed happily with his good sisters, and urinated all the fear and anger on Sixty-Three's bloody face.
Then Duran's eyes widened, he took the gun from his Little Brotherhood colleague, carefully looked at the gun and magazine of the G33, pulled the bolt and loaded the gun.
"boom--"
Shot himself in the head.
"It's amazing." David Victor put his hand on Ms. Duran's forehead: "She seems to have been trying to wake up from her dream, but she can't."
People were coming and going in the square terrace. For BOSS's rebirth festival, most of them were armed employees making security preparations in advance and clearing out safe evacuation passages.
Jiang Xueming looked at the other sleeping people worriedly.
"Can I take the initiative to call for soul power?"
Victor: "It's best not to let FE204863 wake up, the situation will only get worse."
Jiang Xueming looked at Dulan: "How is she?"
"She shot herself in the right eye, eighty-eight days later." Victor told the truth word for word according to the vision written in "Hell Highway": "Wake up in the perfume shop of the rare palace.
, Flavia stayed by her side, crying hard - begging her not to do stupid things again, after all, flesh and blood heal easily, but heartbreak is hard to heal."
Jiang Xueming: "How could this happen?"
"Your soul power is very powerful, very terrifying." Teacher Victor's expression became serious and nervous: "Claudia Als Duran can't resist the tears of her lover at all, even if it's a dream - she can't refuse,
Even accepting the terrifying idea of living in a dream."
Jiang Xueming exclaimed: "Oh my God."
"She hopes that you will not disable the power of fragrant dreams." Victor grabbed Duran's hand tightly, becoming more and more nervous: "The perfumer of that small shop was the introducer of the sisters. They were born and raised in the underground world.
They came to the rare man's palace to find work, and incense was an important prop in ritual divination. Finally, under the arrangement of fate, they fell into the arms of the Little Brotherhood - and they have known each other since then."
"Jiang Xueming, she simply cannot refuse or resist this illusion of revisiting her old place, this kind of warmth and tenderness."
"She prays to heaven, almost treating you as a god."
Victor's eyes scanned the people around him.
Billy and Foianini, Sixty Three and Wood Placker, and Benjamin Blake.
"Like these people, she doesn't want to wake up."
Robert Downing sat next to Xueming——
——Became the only happy comedian.
"Master! Please."
Jiang Xueming: "No."
Tangning: "Please."
Jiang Xueming: “If it doesn’t work, it won’t work.”
Tangning: "I want to see Martha, just once! Just this once, I don't take drugs, and I will never relapse."
Jiang Xueming held his breath——
——Finally slapped Tangning on the face, watching the young man go to Wenrou Township with satisfaction, and talked about Teacher Wood's catchphrase.