Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 869
When dawn came, Vadim had finished washing.

Although he didn't close his eyes all night, he is very energetic now. Compared with the previous prosthetic body transplant and the evolution promised to him by "blue eyes", he feels that the current self can only be described as a new look.

The 2 seconds brought by the "overload" system did not disappear, and on this basis, he gained new power.

Turns out, this is what it's like to be a psychic.

Vadim looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt that his vision became a little clearer.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but since the transplant of "Overload", whenever he looks in the mirror, he always feels that his face is shrouded in a mist, and now, the mist has finally disappeared.

He never thought that he would become a psychic one day.

All indications show that psionic ability is an innate talent, and most psychic users will show the corresponding talent more or less when they are young.

Then, they will receive an admission letter from Wisteria College.

In the case of giftedness, they also need to engage in long-term "stimulus learning methods" in order for their abilities to bear fruit.

But now, it only took him a night to become a psychic.

There was no stimulating experiment, nor did he use any of the theories mentioned by the psychic agency. The only thing he did was "belief"—believing from the bottom of his heart, or in the words of a middle-aged man, becoming his believer.

Although the middle-aged man is not interested in the name "Vadim" and calls him Cricket No. [-], Vadim has long been used to this kind of life. In his opinion, this has nothing to do with becoming a guinea pig for military technology. Different, but in this year, countless people who want to become "guinea pigs" or "crickets" have no chance.

And when he walked out of his temporary residence, the entire Fourth District had changed in his eyes.

It seems that some phantoms and reality overlap together.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of a middle-aged man appeared in his mind, "I haven't been back here for a long time."

"Are you familiar with this place?"

"Familiar? Let me think about it. In their words, this is the place where the Holy Son was born."

The middle-aged man seemed to be a little nostalgic, he paused, and then said, "But in fact, this statement is not accurate, this is not the hometown of the Holy Son, and he was 'invited' to this city by the church later."

It's that familiar name again.

"What exactly is the Holy Son?"

Vadim couldn't help asking.

When he asked "blue eyes" these questions last time, the other party just told him to shut up.

Compared with military technology, the middle-aged man seems to be full of humanity, and his attitude towards him has always been peaceful, "This is about fate."

"destiny?"

"It was once said that the fate of all living beings is predetermined, even us are no exception. Taking you as an example, from the moment you were born, everyone you meet, everything you do, In fact, it is already doomed. You are destined to leave the seventeenth district and come to this city, and you are also destined to meet me on this day. No matter what choice you make, you can’t change the established result...how? This sounds like Isn't it a very hopeless world?"

Vadim nodded.

But he didn't feel too much despair, perhaps he has long been used to this "established" life.

He knew that any random person at the same level as "Blue Eyes" in military technology could easily decide his fate.

But considering the identity of a middle-aged man, he guessed that this result might be unacceptable for these high-ranking beings who determine the "rules" and the fate of others.

"So, some of us have the idea of ​​wanting to manipulate fate."

That was the period when their power was at its peak, and what they saw from their perspective was naturally different from that of humans. At least for them at that time, their real enemy was never the Mechanicus, but someone who even They can only glimpse the existence of the tip of the iceberg.

So, they hatched a plan.

"The so-called holy son, in their calculations, is the hole card that can help them see their fate. His ability has never existed to win a certain war."

With the help of Vadim's sight, the middle-aged man walked on the streets of this city again.

However, compared with the last time he came here, the city has changed beyond recognition.

Vadim didn't speak, he silently listened to these secrets that he would never have access to in his entire life.

The church fell apart and had long been buried in the long river of history. Judging from the results, no matter what plans they conceived, they all ended in failure.

But he could vaguely imagine the war that people waged against fate at that time.

"But you failed in the end."

"On the contrary, we, no, should say they succeeded."

The middle-aged man gave an unexpected answer, "Now that you can stand here and talk to me instead of praying to the statue, it proves that their plan has been very successful."

Destiny has indeed been rewritten.

It's just that the way and result of being rewritten are not satisfactory.

"Those people are too obsessed with the exploration of fate, thus ignoring what a terrifying thing they have created... Well, I admit that I am also responsible for this."

Having said that, the man's tone didn't sound remorse at all, but a little proud, "I taught him to control creatures and rules, by the way, according to your current theory, it should be called interference-type psionic power. "

It's just that in Vadim's ears, this kind of emotion can only be described as weird.

The middle-aged man seemed to be telling him in a proud tone that he had developed a powerful bomb, and then this bomb finally blew up their own house.

"By the way, you just asked me if I am very familiar with this place. I have traveled all over the streets and alleys of this city in this way before."

Generally speaking, they don't have such a close connection with a specific spiritual ability, even the Holy Son, "It's really fun to get along with him. The cricket competition was invented by me and him. This The contestants at the beginning of the competition were really just crickets, you may not have seen them, they are mutated insects that are as big as a palm after the war."

"I've seen them in the illustrations of a book."

Vadim said.

As soon as the Holy Son was mentioned, the middle-aged man seemed to be opened up. It could be heard that he was very happy and missed the past very much.

Unlike the "blue eyes" who have always been indifferent, the middle-aged man is more like a talkative and knowledgeable elder, willing to share his past knowledge with others.

"The rudiment of the Cricket Fighting Competition was jointly created by me and him in the process of discussing domination and rewriting the rules. I am not only one of the oldest contestants in this event, but also the founder of this event."

As the man narrated, Vadim saw more phantoms in front of his eyes, as if he really saw the grand occasion of the first Cricket Fighting Competition.

He saw that the whole city was enveloped in a jubilant atmosphere.

Even the Archbishop, the Chief Judge and other people with high status in the church actively participated in this event, and Vadim's ears seemed to be echoing from the past.

There was obviously no one on this deserted street, but in his eyes, it was no less than the busiest neighborhood in the fourth district.

He stretched out his hand subconsciously, but went straight through the phantom's body.

Xu Ying didn't notice his existence at all, and quickly ran towards the competition platform.

This made Vadim feel a little lost. He seemed to be a marginal person in this grand event, but at the same time he understood why the middle-aged man came to him.

He must have left very good memories in this city last time.

The middle-aged man coughed lightly, "Speaking of the champion of the first Cricket Fighting Competition, yes, it's me."

In any event, the first winner is of great significance. Although he has never won the championship since the first major, this does not affect his special status for this event.

"So, you used to be the teacher of the Holy Son?"

"A good teacher and helpful friend, in fact, many of his ideas have inspired me."

Vadim took a few more steps, and when he was about to reach the competition stage, all the phantoms suddenly disappeared.

He suddenly realized something and asked, "This is the friend you mentioned?"

"I'm not sure either. We haven't seen each other for a long time. There are many clues that he is dead."

"...you will die too?"

Vadim froze.

He has linked middle-aged men with gods, and it is hard for him to imagine how to kill gods. Even "blue eyes" and military technology are extremely unwilling to be enemies of middle-aged men, so much so that they do not hesitate to use the entire " The territory of the "outside" was ceded to the other party.

On a deeper level, the increasingly rampant rebel forces in recent years may also be the result of the other party's creation.

Vadim heard that the leaders of the rebel army were all psychics, and even the company didn't know why all the powerful psychics went to the "outside" together, and they spent so much manpower, material resources and research costs that they didn't There is no way to catch up with the "outside" where the material conditions are backward.

After he became a psychic in just one night, Vadim imagined the answer to this question.

Perhaps all the leaders of the rebel army are believers of middle-aged men.

"Of course, nothing in this world can last forever, even the consciousness body is no exception."

They have been called many times in human society, but the middle-aged man thinks that the concept of consciousness is more appropriate, "There are many methods, and the destructive psionic power you mentioned is one of them."

During the conversation, Vadim just walked forward.

The middle-aged man never mentioned his destination, but a certain deep feeling guided him forward.

The road ahead seemed to lead to the wreckage of Koror Films—the area had been cordoned off since the building's destruction.

The local Bureau of Investigation still has a bunch of big cases to deal with, and I am afraid that the blockade will not be lifted in a short time.

The middle-aged man seemed to think of something suddenly, and said, "Someone has used similar spiritual power here, and that's why I came here."

When he was traveling around in the "outside", he happened to see the whole process of the annihilation of the Kolo Films building.

For the "outside" residents, this is undoubtedly good news.

They thought the coalition empire was in decline, but the middle-aged man saw something unusual in it.

Since that era ended, few people in this world should be able to set foot in this field.

Maybe he'll run into an old friend in Sector [-], or some ghost from the past.

After that, the middle-aged man didn't speak again, and Vadim came to the wreckage of Kolo Films in silence, where something was calling him.

The glorious Keluo Films in the past, now there is only an empty land left, and it is barren as far as the eye can see.

Vadim crossed the isolation belt pulled up by the investigation bureau and walked all the way in the direction indicated.

Finally, he stood in an open area.

"Why did we come here?"

He raised doubts in his heart.

"Because you still have one thing to do. In our time, if you want to become a psychic, you don't need to wear an instrument on your head to give you electric shocks."

"However, the stimulus experiment appeared at the beginning of the establishment of the coalition government, and it is not a product of the dark ages."

Vadim was a little puzzled.

After coming to the fourth district, he had studied some books about psychic abilities, and had fantasized about the scene when he awakened psychic abilities, but all the research made him understand one thing.

He is out of play in this life.

"That is the torture method they invented. They always feel that they can understand and master everything through research, and what you see next is the real path to spiritual power."

They have also communicated with some psychics who have embarked on this path.

Therefore those believers also call them whispers from the upper world.

Vadim didn't speak again, because at this moment he had a strong inspiration in his heart, and he realized that he was only one step away from the spiritual path mentioned by the middle-aged man at this moment.

When he took another step forward, countless cracks suddenly appeared in the surrounding world, dissipating like broken glass. After that, there was a dark space, and the stars guided Vadim the way forward.

For a moment, he felt as if he was in the universe, and here, he also saw the true face of the middle-aged man.

Just like when he first saw the weird sculpture in the "illusion" world, he wanted to worship it.

"nothingness".

A completely unfamiliar concept emerged in Vadim's mind.

This concept led him to believe in the existence of gods and upper worlds.

"Now, let me witness how special you are."

The voice of the middle-aged man became ethereal, and seemed to be everywhere among the stars. He was not a specific creature, but had become a certain concept itself.

Vadim felt as if he was being baptized.

And at the end of this sacred ceremony, he heard a voice.

"Oh, it's sinking!"

……

Just when Vadim was full of doubts, trying to understand this concept, he came back to reality.

It was still the annihilated Kolo Film Company building, and he was the only one left in the empty and barren space.

Silence lasted for a long time.

Finally, the middle-aged man broke the silence.

It's just that his voice was no longer full of holiness and majesty, but became weak instead, "Forget it, it's sinking, the weak are still alive?"

　Small theater its 230 six:

　　On a certain day of a certain year, Saturday, morning

　　Night Heron feels like he has come to heaven. Apart from the busy artificial intelligence, the farm is full of all kinds of small animals. It is said that these are the pets raised by the farmer Feng Ling.

　　The Teenage Death Crab detectives interview the real owner of the farm.

　　Collecting and cherishing endangered species is what Miss Fengling is interested in. She thinks this cause is much more interesting than the work of the council and rescuers.

　　Fengling is always full of love for small animals, and kindly invites them to live on the farm. If any small animals in the desert area lose their living space, they can move to the farm at any time. The space here is very wide and there is a special ecological regulation system , can provide suitable living environment for all small animals.

　　The young Death Crabs are fascinated and have a new understanding of human beings.

　　Human beings are kind, generous and caring races, which overturns their past perceptions.

　　The elders always say that human beings are vicious and cruel, and what they like to do most is to shoot and kill their own kind with weapons that can fire bullets.

　　Not even death crabs can kill each other!

　　They want to bring this news back to the desert, and try to reduce attacks on the convoy as much as possible in the future.

　　During the communication break, Fengling found Song Lan in private.

　　After many years, she has become a qualified farmer and businessman.

　　She cut to the chase, "I'll just say it straight, where did you find Yelu?"

　　"Eclipse religion."

　　"Are you familiar with their archbishop?"

　　"It's okay, what's the matter?"

　　"Can you talk to their archbishop, I want to raise one too."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)