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Chapter 6 He Can't Be an Inner Ghost

Wang Family Information Library.

After being checked, Wang Wanrou stepped into it and knocked on the bulletproof glass window.

Today, the old man Wang, the oldest man in the family, is said to be in his 150s. It is unknown whether to use cloning technology or mechanical parts to replace aging organs. In short, although the royal family is used

The black technology is a life-threatening person, but no one doubts his loyalty to the family.

After all, the whole clan has a seal of thought.

"It's Wanrou." Old Man Wang was a little surprised. This little girl is usually very lazy and rarely sees her enter the secret library once a year. Why did she suddenly come here today?

"I want all the algorithms for the eighth grade and seventh grade." Wang Wanrou said.

"Oh, you are already eighth-grade, are you?" Old Man Wang turned around tremblingly and began to search in the vast bookshelf.

"It's all here." A few minutes later, he struggled to hold more than a dozen books, walked back slowly, and pushed the book through the gap under the window.

Wang Wanrou took the book silently, put it on the small cart next to her, and pushed it away.

After leaving the clan, he took a taxi at the door and transported all the books to Cheng Jinyang's house upstairs, and arranged neatly in the cabinets in the study.

Miss Wang stood in front of the bookcase, silent for a moment, and swept the title page of each book with her fingertips.

When the order is given, the other party agrees and forms a contract and it will be effective immediately - this is the most superficial understanding of the stamp of thoughts by outsiders.

In fact, the essence of the ideological stamp has nothing to do with the contract, and the name "ideological stamp" itself is not accurate enough.

Its true core is the mutual influence between the mind.

Through various advanced algorithms, this psychic power can achieve universal effects almost like a Swiss army knife. Such as hypnosis, communication, implantation of memory, strengthening will, and controlling thoughts...

Miss Wang could even say disdainfully that apart from the Zheng family's spirit, which directly interferes with reality, the effects of all the blood powers of spiritual families can be realized - it is just that the calculation is a little more complicated than them.

Soon, she took out all the books related to "Spiritual Connection" from the bookshelf and arranged them on the desktop in turn according to the difficulty level.

The leftmost is the "ideology interface", another usage of superpowers. It only requires saying instructions to let the other party hear it, and it will take effect without the other party agreeing.

However, the role of the ideological interface is also different from the ideological stamp, and it cannot impose any formal restrictions on the target. It is just as literally: creating an interface on the mental surface of the target to create conditions for further mental influence to be exerted.

For example, spiritual communication.

The cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Wang Wanrou took it over and saw that it was her father calling it.

"I heard you have been promoted to the 8th grade?" Wang Maohong asked directly as soon as he answered the phone.

"Yes." Wang Wanrou said.

"When did it happen?"

“Last week.”

"It's much faster than your estimated genealogy identification."

"That's what it is." Wang Wanrou said lightly, "It's normal that there is something different from reality."

"Well, this is a good thing after all." Wang Maohong didn't ask much, "Are you still living outside?"

"right."

"When will you come back?"

"It depends on the situation." Wang Wanrou chuckled, "I'm afraid the Hui people are even more dangerous now, right?"

Wang Maohong did not answer. However, silence itself was also an answer, so Wang Wanrou immediately understood that her uncle had publicly attacked Jiankang.

Oh, it's time to fight again.

After hanging up the communication, Wang Wanrou sighed and put the books back on the bookshelf and restored them one by one.

On the other hand, in the south of Jiangning District of Jiankang City, there are huge and dense scientific research institutes and many universities. They are also the first choice for employment for college graduates from ordinary universities. Although it is difficult for science and technology faculty and staff in this world to make a fortune.

, but the salary and job are very stable, and there is almost no risk of unemployment.

In the hospital in Jiangning District, Cheng Jinyang and Chu Qingqing successfully found the target ward and saw Chu Debiao sitting silently by the glass window, which was fixed by a restraint belt and still fell into a deep coma.

"Qingqing?" Chu Defei was a little surprised when he saw his cousin coming to visit, but soon calmed down again.

"Cousin, let's see you." Chu Qingqing whispered.

"I'm sorry." Chu Debiao smiled bitterly, nodded to thank him, and turned his eyes to Cheng Jinyang next to him, "This is..."

Cheng Jinyang introduced himself: a child of the gentry, born in the Cheng family of the Shendu, and Qingqing's current boyfriend.

Chu Debiao nodded, but did not show any unhappiness like Chu Qingqing's two brothers, but said with some emotion:

"Oh, Qingqing is a good girl, but the family will have a lot of resistance. If you really make up your mind to be together, you will have to overcome many difficulties in the future."

Sure enough, people from poor families do not have the arrogance of "higher" like those of aristocratic families, which made Cheng Jinyang have a good first impression of him. When he thought of his rashly and unreasonably suspected that he was an insider, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"How is your sister, right now?" he asked with concern.

"The situation is not good." Chu Debiao shook his head, "At present, we can only try our best to slow down the deterioration of her body."

"The poison of the puppet is not a toxin composed of substances." Chu Qingqing explained softly, "It is closer to an energy field, difficult to observe and interfere, and will gradually assimilate normal humans into puppets. Once infected, it has been

Deep, basically irreversible.”

"Well..." Cheng Jinyang thought of Su Lili again for no reason.

If Su Lili was not directly swallowed by the demon at that time, but was just injected with toxins...

Then maybe at this time, she will be imprisoned in layers of guards like Chu Debiao's sister, and she will be more like a prison room than the special care unit. She will rely on various instruments to maintain her life and on the verge of demonization.

Struggling to death.

And I, perhaps like Chu Debiao, came here every day to guard her silently, and was powerless outside the tempered glass window, and my heart was like a knife.

Too abused.

"Then, thank you for coming to visit her." Perhaps because he was not in the mood to talk more, Chu Debiao stood up from the chair, "It's time for me to go back."

He is going back? Cheng Jinyang quickly calculated that at least 40 minutes from the Hui people's place in the hospital, Azhi probably had already searched his residence, so there was no need to hold him here.

"Jinyang." Chu Debiao came to the stairs, suddenly turned around and asked, "I remember you also became a naturalized person from a poor family, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Cheng Jinyang asked in confusion.

"It's okay, I'm just asking." Chu Debiao said with a smile, "After all, I'm the same. The days before entering the aristocratic family were not easy..."

He turned around and walked under the stairs: "This is a slut. So many people, like garbage, were easily abandoned..."

Cheng Jinyang, who was thinking about Su Lili just now, was a little uncomfortable by his words (remembering Su Lili's death). He stared at the glass window for a long time before he let out a long breath of turbid air.

"Don't take it to heart." Chu Qingqing said softly, "After all, he fled from the north. He has suffered too much suffering, so his personality is naturally a bit extreme. However, I, Chu, have been kind to him after all, and I think it's not an insider.



As if she was about to slap her in the face, Xing Yuanzhi called her quickly:

"Jinyang! There is something wrong with that Chu Debiao! We found the connection record between him and the Wuchang informant!"


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