In the official community about security review, Jester was unable to maintain his true form under Jiang Xueming's mental torture, and once again disintegrated into small and weak clones. Its spherical body first expanded and cracked, and then turned into a TV head.
The little snakes scattered and fled.
Xueming threw away the deformed and cracked torture instruments in his hands, and a tower of decayed steel rods and iron sheets had been piled up behind him. They were all weapons he found from all over the cell.
He felt no fatigue. He swung the stick thousands of times in succession. Apart from a slight soreness in his arms, this electronic ghost's software prosthetic body did not feel tired. He did not need to eat or drink, and even his heartbeat was so stable.
Similarly, in this cyberspace that blurs life and death, it should be impossible to kill these monsters with just scraps of metal.
He could only watch helplessly as these basilisks slipped away. They quickly slid to various door openings in the torture room, and fled deeper through the sewer pipes and vents, seemingly abandoning this censorship community.
The Fool's mental state almost collapsed and he was greatly frightened.
Originally, when this unknown warrior came to the Elysian Space, the equipment he used was encrypted. He knew nothing about Jiang Xueming. He could only use soul power attacks to force the opponent to play a question and answer game to extract useful information to break the enemy's mind.
Defend.
But in the mental power competition, it was almost crushed by the powerful spiritual pressure.
He couldn't stay in the torture chamber of Guandong City for a second. The arsenal in the real world was paralyzed. The educational work about classic human beings could be temporarily put aside, so the jester immediately wiped the soles of his feet and fled.
Before leaving here, it still didn't understand, didn't understand, and couldn't figure out how powerful Jiang Xueming's elemental structure was.
When it launched the soul power attack, the two spiritual elements were in a head-on confrontation. At that moment, it had an illusion, like turning on a sonar detector in a bottomless dark ocean.
From the reflected waveform of the radar, it seemed to see a ferocious giant monster and a thousand-foot-tall god sleeping on the seabed.
It almost fell into a completely crazy situation, wishing to poke its own eyes out. The strong uneasiness made it vulnerable. From Jiang Xueming's right arm, from the colorless and transparent ven core, the wail of a dead soul came out. All of this
It almost makes no sound.
Send him somewhere else! Send him somewhere else!
I must not let him find me! I must run away!
This is the last thought of the Fool. Colonel Tom is the genetic prototype of the Falcon. Different versions of the Falcon constitute the Fool’s thinking model. This polymer, which has been fused and distorted several times, cannot be compared with Jiang Xueming at all.
Confrontational.
The instructors of the Foehn Regiment have never seen the power of the Nameless Doe, and have never witnessed the illustrious military exploits of the Nameless Doe with their own eyes.
In the heart of the Fool, everything about the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult is terrifying, bizarre, terrifying and sad. Hundreds of major questions are derived from it to form its question bank. The correction and torture of human thinking are based on this set of spirits.
On top of the attacking system.
Including views on love, values, life and death, social studies, morals, etc. Endless torture will destroy the spiritual world of ordinary people. When people begin to protect themselves, they are forced to make choices - like whether a train is coming to save someone or not.
Five such commonplace moral traps abound.
But for Xueming, such questions are not difficult for him.
He has a powerful mind that specializes in dealing with any horror content about the human flesh trade.
If just one word could make the nameless war king lose his will to fight, Xueming would not be where he is today, nor would he be able to survive the six years of fighting everywhere.
Therefore, in the eyes of Fool, this nameless warrior is not like a normal homo sapiens, and Jiang Xueming is more like a monster. This monster is more bizarre and terrifying than the Vita brand products recorded in various modules and experiences, almost
It goes against the laws of Shinto City.
In the duel environment organized by [returnpring·一阳来富], the Fool was completely defeated and had no strength to fight back. It fled to Community Zero in other cities. Only by destroying its hardware servo can it be completely killed.
At this moment, it left this big trouble to the Black Eyed Senju. It is hoped that the female Bodhisattva in the bank can subdue this monster and identify Jiang Xueming's true identity through elemental analysis, module splitting and other operations.
After the basilisk disappeared, Xueming began to explore the torture chamber.
This building has three floors, with more than 300 VIP rooms. In a dark and lightless environment, he walked to a cell door and looked in through the observation window. There was a weak light source.
There was a child locked in the room, a boy about eight years old.
The light source came from the TV in front of the child. The model of the TV was the same as that of the Rigoletto's head, and it was marked with the Toshiba Integrated Electronics and Electronics logo. It seemed that these children were Nozaka, Yuguang, and many other mental models of the Terrorist Rangers.
They have to accept the brainwashing of Instructor Tom. Soldiers with ideological problems must be put into a torture room to answer questions repeatedly and recalibrate the basic logic of the electronic brain.
As Hayabusa retreated, the picture on the TV turned white. Xueming walked forward and saw that the children held in the sixteen cells on the left side of the torture room were all different. They were wearing hospital gowns.
Some mental models also regained some consciousness, and when they met Xueming's eyes, they immediately started screaming in terror - seemingly recalling their previous experiences.
During the security operations in Guandong City, these children controlled the corpses and died at the hands of Xueming again and again.
Until they develop mental trauma that cannot be healed in a short period of time and develop hysterical symptoms of madness in the blissful space, some people will be sent to the healing department for training, and some people will undergo surgery to delete data like removing the prefrontal lobe and need to invest again.
The mental model of fighting must be sent to the torture room to forcibly correct the personality.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xueming ignored these electronic ghosts. He never regarded these children as human beings——
——They look like children, but most of their mental models have been copied and pasted for more than half a century.
These weird electronic ghosts have fragile minds in the Elysian Space. At this moment, they seem to be weak and howling, but they only need to cooperate with drug treatment and thinking correction. Before long, they will change their appearance and become real-world actions.
A soldier who kills people neatly with a gun.
Xueming didn't do anything. He thought about it carefully and suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
For the ghosts in the Elysian Space, the artificial skeletons in the real world are their game characters, and they can be resurrected through various arsenals and the artificial skeleton assembly workshops, which is the opposite of the video games in the mortal world.
For these electronic ghosts, the Elysian Space is their true hometown. The physical bodies produced in Shinto City are like game characters purchased with virtual currency.
Continuing to walk forward, Xueming came to the exit of the torture room.
It was a very simple rolling shutter door, like a large warehouse converted into a prison.
He couldn't find the water and electricity pipelines and gates in this community, and he couldn't do other operations in this community. He didn't have the authority to shut down the Jester's amusement park, so he opened the gate and wanted to leave.
The moment he stepped out of the official community, his body lightened up, and he smelled the strong fragrance of flowers in his nose. He took two steps forward, and the strong light made him unable to open his eyes. When he looked back, there was nothing behind him.
The Rigoletto's torture chamber disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.
The touch from the soles of the shoes was more like stepping on soft mud, which made him wonder - where did he go? How can he escape from this strange cyberspace?
Woolen cloth?
He thought about many things and became vulnerable for a moment.
What if you never get out in this life?
His wife and children are still waiting for him
But Xueming soon felt relieved, because the same was true for many unknown areas. There were countless high-level senior passengers, countless VIPs, and countless seniors who had gone to dangerous places that could not be reached by the railway. Maybe they just moved forward.
If you take one more step, you will never come back.
I hope b’s blessing and the iron law that fate favors the brave are still valid in this hellish place.
With this thought in his mind, the scenery in front of him gradually became clearer.
The phantom light that diffused everywhere gradually dimmed, and the mountains in the distance were undulating, with patches of moss clinging to the rocky slopes. The mountains connected the sky and the earth.
He was currently in front of the torii gate of a temple. There were layers of giant trees on both sides of the road. These cedar trees were almost eighty meters high. Xue Ming knew that this species could live for more than three thousand years.
of ancient trees.
There is an earthy smell in the air, and moist and warm water vapor pours into the nose, carrying the scent of pollen from wild flowers on both sides of the road. Looking forward, a nearly 100-meter-long steep terrace spreads forward, falling from the gaps in the leaves.
The scattered sunlight turned into ten thousand stars on the steps.
The bright light that obscured my eyes just now must be the phantom sun shining directly from the mountains behind me.
Xueming turned back and took a closer look. Walking about fifty meters further to the foot of the mountain, there were gulls rising and falling, flying low over the white sandy beach. One moment they were clinging to the old branches of the fir trees, and the next they were flying to the shallow sea.
fishing boat.
There is no road behind, only an endless sea and two artificial islands in the distance, which are in the shape of Haitang Bay and Akita Island.
On both sides of the ramp in front of me, the torii archway is hung with strings of wooden wooden bars for blessing, like rich ears of wheat hanging down from the benches in the pavilion.
Next to the stone chair, there are two solemn statues of Dharmakaya, one is the God of Thunder and the other is the God of Wind.
In the neighborhood brochure of Shinto City, Xueming saw these two gods——
——They are Shuofeng and Hayate, divided into the images of warriors and ninjas, who can control rain, dew, wind and clouds.
Looking ahead from the torii gate, you can see a huge statue of God built against the green mountains. In the temple as tall as a cedar tree, lies a lifelike female Bodhisattva.
That is the Black Eyed Senju, the reinforcements invited by the Fool.
Like the Dharmakaya seen in Ryusei, it is a huge figure that combines the images of the Seven Gods of Good Luck, holding a precious carp in its arms, wearing a hunting suit, carrying a lute on its back, and with a white crane standing by its side.
She was lying on her back in the temple. Even if Xueming was a hundred meters away from the female Bodhisattva, she could still see her lying on the ground. The pagoda in front of her was the landmark of the temple.
The path to the torii clearly states the name of the temple - it's called Kanto Reitai Fukuyama Temple.
Xueming thought to himself, it seemed like he wouldn't be able to get out unless he cleared this place.
He once again called the ven mechanism, opened the hud and knocked hard on the wake-up service a few times, but there was no response at all. He couldn't wake up - so he thought to himself, unless he got tired of beating these gods, he would wake up.
Let him drive out of this paradise.
Walk all the way forward and climb up the stone steps on the mountain road.
At first Xueming didn't feel anything unusual. His inspiration was still sharp. When he observed the fir trees and mountains everywhere, he would still be amazed in his heart. These environmental landscapes could almost be fake and real. If it weren't for the index page that awakened the ven mechanism to remind him and tell him where he was.
The fact that he was in an illusion - he might really think that he was in an unknown mountainous area in Japan.
Later, as he walked, he began to realize that something was not quite right.
After climbing up about ten steps, he felt that his brain was not very clear and his body was not obeying his orders. So he immediately stopped and crouched on the spot.
After waiting for half a minute, there were still birds chirping and flowers fragrant, and the sea was calm. Only the sound of Sanskrit bells and drums could be heard from the temple in the distance, and the rustling of dead leaves from animals, snakes and insects in the mountains.
Xue Ming instinctively took a step back. When he came to Lu, he lowered his head and glanced, but his face changed drastically and his pupils were shaking.
——Why are the shoes getting bigger?
He was surprised to find that the shoes he wore for more than a thousand days and nights on weekdays were now a whole circle bigger. It was no wonder that his steps were loose and his body was unbalanced.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He reached out to touch the wide upper of the shoe and saw the wrinkled cuffs of the white shirt hanging from his fingertips, covering his entire hand.
——Why are the clothes getting bigger?
He finally came to his senses and woke up from the shock, only to realize that not only his shoes, shirt and overalls, but also all the clothes on his body had grown in size!
"No! It's not getting bigger!"
Xueming covered her face, but she couldn't touch any beard. The fleshy palms protruding from the cuffs looked smooth and white, and even her knuckles became pink and tender.
"I've become smaller! I've become smaller?!"
Without a mirror as a reference, he had no idea what had happened to the soft prosthesis.
Is there a problem with this road? Is it the soul power attack of the Black Eyed Senju?
What happened?!
He could touch the hair on the top of his head. It was different from the clean and tidy hair in the past. The originally thick and dark hair had also become soft, like the fine and smooth hair of a child.
The clothes seemed loose and baggy on this young body. He couldn't stretch out his arms and legs. Naturally, his arms and legs were not in control. It was as if he was trapped in a cloth bag.
While clearing up the messy shoelaces, Xueming's eyes changed, and then he saw the footprints on the stone platform with more than ten steps.
They were muddy puddles, marks made by his shoes on the steps stained with wet mud. It seemed that as he went up, his weight became lighter and lighter, and the marks became shallower and shallower.
In the dark yellow mud traces, there are even water stains the size of coins. It is like a mirror, reflecting Xueming's immature and young face.
This face was familiar yet unfamiliar, because he couldn't remember what he looked like as a child, and there were no photos or videos to prove it.
Perhaps when 9527 saw this scene, his madness index would instantly jump off the scale, keeping in line with the husband's previous answer to the jester - the ecstasy of running towards the prison while shouting that he wanted to eat children.
Xueming murmured, "I've seen a ghost."
A child's voice came out of his throat, which confirmed his current state. He was indeed a child no more than ten years old and seemed to be malnourished.
He tied the trouser legs tightly, tore off the excess fabric from the seams, tied the overalls more firmly, opened the trousers and took a look down - the little brother also returned to his childhood with this soft prosthetic skeleton.
state.
Xueming had a strange expression on his face and cursed secretly.
"Depend on!"
He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, took off his ill-fitting shoes, tied up his too-long hair with shoelaces, and continued to climb up. He took a few steps to make sure that his body would not get smaller anymore. Finally, he
Calm down.
On the concrete floor near the temple, there were two kerosene lamps on the left and right to greet him. The smell of incense came out of the Buddhist niches in the temple in the distance, and wisps of green smoke floated out from it, flying no more than ten meters away. When the smoke met the water vapor, it
Dissipated without a trace.
The giant statue of the Black-Eyed Senju was motionless and seemed to be asleep.
Xueming scratched the back of his head, not knowing what kind of medicine this female Bodhisattva was selling in her gourd. If she wanted to use this body to destroy the statue, I'm afraid it wouldn't be an easy job.
One or two nightingales flew over the cedar branches in the forest, and their eyes reflected the young and frail silhouette of the snow - conveying the image of the Black Eyed Senju Official Community to the Fool.
At this moment, the Fool has fled to another city and is secretly observing all this through the broadcast perspective.
He looked excited, had a ferocious face, and was mumbling something.
"This is the special ability of [rfufer·千红万violet]! Jiang Xueming!"
"You will be eight years old again! Incompetent and powerless eight years old! Innocent and childish eight years old!"
"You can't do anything in this state!"
"Get lost in the loving and gentle embrace of the Black Eyed Senju and let go of all your guard."
"Hand over your memories! Become the foam of the sea!"