I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 20 The Conclave of the Prophets
At night, Ding Yan wakes up leisurely.

The hospital at night makes people feel a little mysterious. The beeping instrument is like a hammer in the hands of a blacksmith, repeating monotonously with a repetitive and mechanical law.The lights in the ward were dimly lit, reflecting the entire room to be extremely quiet.

After moving his body a little, Ding Yan sighed comfortably.

Only at this time did he have free time to calm down and sort out what happened to him today.

I have to say that what happened today is so strange that Ding Yan even feels that he is still in a dream.

Turning his neck with difficulty, Ding Yan couldn't help muttering: "It's all recovered, why are there so many bandages..."

As if in response to his question, in the corner next to the hospital bed, a soothing voice like running water flowed in Ding Yan's ear: "That's because your condition is rather strange, in order to avoid exposing your specialness, I have to take some measures Small measures."

this voice...

Ding Yan followed the sound and groped in the dark night with his eyes wide open.

Soon, he found someone who answered his question.

The man who called himself "Prophet" was sitting beside Ding Yan's hospital bed at this time, with a relaxed posture: "Good evening, I hope I didn't disturb your rest."

"No, I just woke up too," Ding Yan replied.

After saying this, Ding Yan couldn't help staring at the prophet's hand.

He was not just staring at the back of the Prophet's hands, although those hands were strangely white, but this was not the reason why Ding Yan cared.

What really caught his attention was what the prophet was doing.

At this moment, the Prophet held a scalpel from nowhere in his right hand, sharply and quickly peeling an apple the size of a fist.

Because Ding Yan's family has a doctor, seeing the Prophet's movements now makes him a little weird—that is, the Prophet's knife skills are so poor that the naked eye can see.He seemed to have never touched a scalpel before, and even the movement of holding the scalpel was full of mistakes.

However, even so, he still saw that the Prophet was not looking at the apple, but was looking at him at the same level, and at the same time, his hands were constantly moving.

Just like the scene he saw this morning, the Prophet seemed to know where the knife was most suitable, and his movements were smooth and natural.

After thinking about it, Ding Yan said, "Do you like apples very much?"

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was rendered well enough, or maybe it was because the prophet left such a deep impression on him this morning that Ding Yan began to use the honorific title in the silent night.

Facing Ding Yan's question, the Prophet smiled: "It's okay, I don't like it too much but I don't hate it too much either."

"I'm just enjoying the process of cutting apples," Prophet said. "For me, it's a way to exercise my ability and focus."

As he spoke, the Prophet handed the apple to Ding Yan: "Give it to you to eat."

He really doesn't seem to like apples very much.

Ding Yan thought of this while chewing this apple that was not round but full of "artistic" atmosphere.

Watching Ding Yan swallow the apple bit by bit, the Prophet folded his hands on his lap and said gently: "I guess, you are probably at a loss about the current situation."

"Although it is said that the passion and the facts have inspired enthusiasm, but when the night is late and the blood cools down, you will probably start to doubt whether your decision today is right or not."

The Prophet raised his finger and lightly tapped Ding Yan's shoulder: "For example, what will happen in the future when I become like this? Or, is this person in front of me using me?

"Although it may be because of young people's desire for extraordinary things and your own sense of justice that made you agree to the proposal to save the world, I'm afraid you still have doubts in your heart."

Facing the prophet's words, Ding Yan just pursed his lips and said nothing.

What the Prophet said before was correct. Although his eyes were covered with enthusiasm like "The Times is Calling" this morning, when he really calmed down, Ding Yan still felt a little worried.

Worried about whether he can save the world, afraid of the pain and danger that may be encountered in saving the world, and even... began to have doubts about the essence of "saving the world".

This is undoubtedly human nature. After all, no one will put absolute trust in others, unless it is their own parents.

Although it seems that the prophet is very mysterious and has the ability to "see through the future", Ding Yan still has some concerns about it.

Not a concern about the Prophet's ability, but a concern about his goals.

Facing Ding Yan's silence, the Prophet just smiled.

"What kind of anime girls do you like the most?" He suddenly asked Ding Yan.

Ok?
Ding Yan was stunned for a moment: "I like..."

Um? ? ? ?

Ding Yan who reacted was immediately dumbfounded.

What the hell is this? !
One second, he was still talking about such a big event as "saving the world", why did he switch to Two-dimensional in the next second? !

Ding Yan once again felt that he couldn't keep up with the Prophet's rhythm at all. Every time he chatted with the other party, it was like standing on a fast-moving train. Touching... spooky.

"Relax," said the Prophet, "this is just an 'anchor.'"

"Just say it boldly, there is no one else here, even if your sexual fetish is not human, no one will look at you with contempt."

As he spoke, the Prophet paused for a moment, and added: "Of course, our best suggestion is to establish a correct sex object. What is the correct sex object, at least it must be..."

Coughing twice, Ding Yan hurriedly said: "Bai Mao, I like Bai Mao! Or to be more precise, white hair and black skin!"

As if a broken jar had been broken, Ding Yan said in despair: "It is best to be a beautiful girl with white hair and black skin who is athletic. After strenuous activities, the shirt she wears is soaked in sweat and her body curves protrude, and the mineral water is left along her neck. The kind where the traces of coming down are clearly visible!"

"Very good," the prophet nodded slightly, "very correct."

As he said that, he withdrew his hand and looked at Ding Yan with a smile again: "Then, from now on, firmly remember the girl you imagined."

remember?

Ding Yan looked at the Prophet blankly: "Why...?"

"Because it is necessary tomorrow," replied the Prophet.

"Guren's ability requires emotional manipulation, and the guy I need you to deal with tomorrow can invade your consciousness."

The prophet's slender fingers swayed slightly in the air, and he said calmly: "So I need you to establish a false puppet image in your consciousness as an 'anchor' for delay."

"Compared with real characters, such as relatives and parents, virtual images can stabilize your state of consciousness tomorrow. Tomorrow night, that guy will sneak into your consciousness, and the more you are impressed by the virtual image, the more that image will The more real it is projected."

The Prophet said slowly: "So, do everything you can to build a virtual image that belongs to you. This is what you will do all day tomorrow."

Ding Yan looked at the Prophet and suddenly felt a little complicated.

What the Prophet told him was like a spoiler for the plot of the movie. The information that might have required the protagonist to dig desperately to find out, but he said it so casually, without the refreshing feeling of revealing the secrets and revealing the mystery.

If this is a work of suspense reasoning, it can be called the worst plot arrangement.After all, there is no element of reasoning at all. From the beginning, there was a character who could be called a BUG who knew everything.

But this is reality.

It is precisely because it is reality that Ding Yan feels so excited!
What to enjoy the game and experience wisdom?If you can use your brain in the real world, it is best not to use it for the rest of your life!

It was only at this time that Ding Yan realized the meaning of the so-called "prophet" for the first time—is there anything more dependent on someone than crumbling the future and feeding it into your mouth? !

Regardless of other things, just this kind of ability is enough for countless people to surround him and feed on his ability!

And now, as a member of "Morrow", I can be subdued by the prophet like a baby...

Really [beep] cool!

Ding Yan felt like he was taking a big bite of watermelon in summer, he didn't need to use his brain to a comfortable level.

He watched the prophet stand up from his seat, glanced towards him, and said in a deep voice, "Black skin and white hair..."

The Prophet was silent for a moment, and then said: "Not bad, I think tomorrow will be very interesting."

"Then rest well," said the Prophet, "and don't forget what I said."

"Whatever you think now, tomorrow I think you'll find part of the answer."

After saying this, he wrapped his scarf around his pale neck, and turned his head to leave.

Ding Yan watched him disappear into the night little by little, as quietly as when he came.

At this time, he fell back on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms.

"Huh..." He let out a long sigh.

Outside the ward, "Prophet" Bering was carrying a handbag, and the indifferent expression on his face could not be taut for a while.

He rubbed his face and calmed down his expression.

It was very difficult to maintain the indifference just now, because he was not a particularly serious person, so Bering was quite painful before.

Especially after hearing about Ding Yan's sexual obsession, Bering almost froze.

"'Red Lotus Walker'... so you like this type?"

"It's interesting," he thought to himself, "in every way."

There is a sense of confusion in which a genius who sees the future exposes a black history at this moment.

As a person who knows part of the future, I can see the youthfulness of those big figures who will be surging in the future, how can I say it.

This feeling is really fun, Bering thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)