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Chapter 351 The Correct Method to Solve the Problem of Losing Control

"you you you"

Seeing Brian holding his boss, the third-order life deformer, Old White, in his hand like a chick, the fierce old man trembled as he spoke.

When people are extremely happy or sad, it is easy for their bodies to fail to keep up with their thoughts.

This is what the old man is like now.

Brian watched with amusement.

He shook off the middle-aged man in his hand: "What's wrong with me?"

slap~
The fierce old man slapped himself, and finally regained his eloquence: "I am not dreaming, are you really Brian, Billy's nephew???"

Brian shrugged, "Yeah, that's me, you're not dreaming either."

The fierce old man took a breath of cold air.

He pointed at the ferocious-looking middle-aged man in Brian's hand and said, "Do you know who he is? The boss of my organization! A third-order life deformer! Ordinary people can't even break through the life magnetic field on his body surface, but you... you are grabbing his neck now, I feel like I'm dreaming..."

It was still hard for the old man to accept what he saw.

Too fake.

Just like your neighbor's kid, who was peeing and playing with mud and making clay figures a while ago, but when you come back from a trip, the kid has solved a world-class physics research problem and won a Nobel Prize.
If this is not a dream or an illusion, then what is it?
Too fake!
After a long time.

The basement of the villa.

The old man finally accepted the reality.

the reason is simple.

Old White, with red eyes and out of control, was squatting in the corner with his head in his hands after being punched and kicked by Brian. He was not moved at all. He did not have the rebelliousness and recklessness of an out-of-control freak.
Brian handed a glass of boiled water to the old man. "Don't worry about him. He can't do anything with me here. Old man, tell me what's going on. I'll help if I can. If I can't, I'll make arrangements for you."

He is now qualified to say such things.

The old man nodded.

He drank the water in the cup in one gulp, sorted out his thoughts, pointed at the middle-aged man squatting with his head in his hands, and said with some hesitation:
“Brian, this is my boss.

You can call him Old White.

Walter White was already on the verge of losing control and had been sleeping, but was eventually found by a madman.

The other party wanted to ask him to come out and use his special abilities to help their offspring breed, but Lao Bai was afraid that he would lose control if he used his abilities, so he refused the other party's request, and was almost beaten to death by that psychopath..."

Talking and talking.

Sadness appeared on the old man's face:

“Lao Bai is a friend I have known since I was a Taoist practitioner.

He was originally a hermit Taoist.

He is a very nice person with a good heart.

Helped many people.

I have enlightened many people.

I have fought against the Japanese and had sex with bald men.

I have witnessed many tragic things and saved many lives.

After seeing so many dark things, he started to have some problems in his heart.

After the blood moon arrives.

Walter White also became one of the first deformed people to be irradiated.

Later, the country got better.

Lao Bai returned to the mountains.

In the end, he was dragged out and paraded through the streets by the people he had helped.”

It was the first time that Brian saw the old man in this posture.

He didn't interrupt, just listened.

He is always kind to those who help him.

Older people like to reminisce.

The old man in the middle talked about many things in the past in a scattered manner.

A little east, a little west.

Brian didn't understand either, so he just listened.

After finishing his story, the old man Meng came back to his senses.

He smiled at Brian somewhat embarrassedly, his expression gloomy:

“I’m sorry, I’m old now and I can’t help myself.

Over the years, I have seen off too many old brothers.

Walter White is the last one.

When he is gone, I will truly be a lonely old man in this world.

The main reason why Lao Bai has become what he is now is that he used too much of his abilities in the past to help his brothers in the organization grow.

His abilities are very special and he is easily polluted by his mind.

If it weren't for the rest of the organization, he would have been very comfortable."

The old man sighed and stopped talking.

He walked up to Old White, who was squatting with his head in his hands, and said to Brian, "No more talking. Brian, can you help me get an incinerator?"

Hearing this, Brian was stunned: "Incinerator?"

He didn't understand what the old man meant: "What do you want this for?"

This thing really exists in Los Angeles.

The incinerator is actually a modified large van or truck. There is a small incinerator at the back, equipped with a fuel injection device, and a closable smoke outlet and combustion-supporting oxygen delivery port on the roof.

This thing is usually used by pet companies to provide door-to-door cremation services for pets.

Of course, sometimes, it is also a "garbage" disposal vehicle often used by some gray industries.

Old Man Meng is not in a good mood now.

He shook his head and didn't explain: "Don't ask. If it's inconvenient for you, just help me look after Lao Bai. I will contact one myself..."

Seeing his firm attitude, Brian nodded: "Okay, we don't have an incinerator, but will this work?"

He waved his hand.

A heavy canvas came off in a corner of the basement, revealing a wood chipper inside.

Meng Old Man: ???
He looked at the wood chipper, then at Brian, and pursed his lips.

There's nothing wrong with a wood chipper.

But what is this flushing device next to the wood chipper?

What are those visible pipes connected to the septic tank?

What kind of person would keep this thing in the basement?
Aren’t you an employee of the Z government now?

Brian felt a little embarrassed by the weird look from the old man.

He explained seriously, "Old man, you know, I'm an autopsy officer. I also do some biological research and specimen preparation on the side. My wife also likes to collect some prey skulls as ornaments, so I have a garbage disposal device, which is..."

"You don't have to explain this to me."

The fierce old man waved his hand and said, "A wood chipper is fine too. I don't know how you managed to suppress the out-of-control Old White, but this is also a good deed. Come, help me get Old White to the wood chipper..."

The more Brian listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

He stopped the fierce old man who was about to pass by: "Wait, are you going to smash your old friend?"

The fierce old man nodded and said, "This is our agreement. If we lose control, we will send the other person away personally. We must send him away cleanly, so as not to leave his body to those wolf-like and ferocious official agencies, and also to avoid hurting innocent people because of losing control."

Brian: ".He is not in a very good condition now, but I think your old White can still be saved."

The fierce old man nodded absentmindedly: "Well, you don't have to worry about Lao Bai breaking your wood chipper. He is actually similar to me. He has awakened auxiliary abilities. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been nearly beaten to death by that madman with just a few punches. He..."

"Ok?"

The fierce old man reacted and looked up at Brian: "Are you kidding? Is there really hope for Old White?"

Without giving Brian a chance to reply, the excited old man spoke like a machine gun:
“Old White is actually a mental patient!
He had seen too much darkness, and before he became distorted, he had schizophrenia.

It just so happens that Walter White’s ability is to absorb and purify negative things, so every time he uses his ability, his negative personality becomes stronger.

This is more troublesome than losing control!

Are you sure you can pull the normal person out of Old White?"

Brian crossed his arms and stretched them outward, making a sound of bones colliding.

He nodded, and while warming up, he affirmed: "I was actually observing his situation earlier. If his body is out of control, I can't do anything about it, but if his consciousness is out of control, it is very likely that it will be solved. By the way, you go out first. The following scene is not suitable for the elderly and children to watch."

Meng Old Man: ???
Why can’t I watch it?

By the way, to solve the problem of Walter White losing control, why do you warm up?
In the end, the fierce old man left the basement obediently and waited at the door.

At the door, a Labrador of amazing size was guarding it.

See the old man coming out.

Thirteen opened his eyes wide and looked at the old man curiously.

The old man was a little upset at the moment and didn't want to pay any attention to the dog raised by Brian.

Just follow the big dog and look at yourself.

A feeling of uneasiness came over me.

He glanced at the basement door, then at the big dog behind him, and subconsciously turned around, with his back against the door, and asked Thirteen warily: "What are you looking at?"

A dog and an old man stared at each other.

After a while, old man Meng's eyes were so dry that he couldn't stand it anymore.

Just as he was becoming more and more guilty and more and more afraid that the dog would pounce on him and bite him, the big dog in front of him suddenly pulled out a deck of cards from behind and said, "Old man, you have nothing to do anyway, why don't you play cards with Thirteen?"

Fierce old man: ..
I'm feeling sad and uneasy, and you're giving me this?

He looked at the door behind him, then looked at the big dog whose eyes revealed clear stupidity, and nodded: "Come!"

the other side.

After Brian and the fierce old man went out, they immediately descended into the Paradise Realm.

After knowing that Walter White was the leader of the organization that could allow deformed people to give birth to normal children, he didn't want Walter White to lose control even more than the fierce old man.

As the realm of mind descended into reality, Lao Bai, who was huddled in the corner, seemed to have sensed something.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Brian with a pair of scarlet eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "What do you want to do?"

"Can we communicate?"

Brian walked up to the other person and said with a smile, "I am Meng Old Man's friend?"

Seeing him approach, the blood moon afterimages in Lao Bai's eyes became more and more weird: "That damn old man? Every time I wanted to come out of that dark place, it was that damn old man who reminded me. As a result, I have been imprisoned since I was born. Since you are his friend."

With a strange magnetic field, he pounced on Brian: "Then you deserve to die too!"

next moment.

slap~
Accompanied by a loud slapping sound.

The old white man was in mid-air, his figure flashed, like a helpless leaf, pressed against the wall by the hurricane, clinging to the wall like a painting
Brian withdrew his slap, thinking about it.

It seems that this is another new personality of Walter White.

The reason why he knew this was because he had secretly dealt with Lao Bai's previous personality, which made him instinctively fear him.

Now, when Old White opens his mouth, he does not show the slightest reverence for himself.

He was shouting and calling for his own death, as if killing himself was as easy as crushing an ant.

This kind of thinking is wrong.

Old White is sick, and he wants to help him cure his illness!

Brian grabbed the middle-aged man stuck to the wall and threw him onto a special alloy dissection table. He then used a thick chain to tie him up to prevent him from struggling.

Because he just used his strength, Walter White was not hurt after being slapped by Brian.

When he found that he couldn't resist, he simply stared at Brian with his eyes, without saying a word, and let him do whatever he wanted.

Brian didn't waste any time and began to examine the middle-aged man. The fierce old man was right.

Lao Bai's physical body is indeed very weak.

Probably similar to first-order life.

However, the opponent's life magnetic field was very strange, making Brian vaguely feel a little threatened.

The most attractive thing is the wound on Lao Bai’s chest.

There was a sunken fist mark on Old White's chest, his skin was covered with burn marks, and Brian could clearly smell the aroma of roasted pork liver.

"Why does this scar look so much like Dean's hand?"

Brian muttered to himself.

See him in a daze.

The locked-up Old White turned his bloodshot eyes and said in a villainous voice: "You want to save the cowardly me?"

Hearing this, Brian withdrew his thoughts and nodded: "Well, you are sick, very seriously. Although I am an autopsy officer and not good at treating diseases, I know a little bit about boxing and chemistry."

As he spoke, he took out a bloodstained box from under the dissecting table.

The box opened, revealing all sorts of odd-shaped knives.

“Do you know pain?
Humans classify pain into many levels.

But they are too superficial.

Real pain can shatter a person's consciousness and make him instinctively escape from reality.

I am not very good at treating illnesses, but I am very proficient in research in this area and can easily create pain that is unbearable for humans.

Of course, pain is both a physical sensation and an impact on consciousness.

Don't worry, there are complete medical equipments here. Even if I cut you into pieces, I can guarantee that this body will not die.

As for you..."

Brian smiled, took out a butcher's bib from the side and tied it around his chest, then took out a knife and a hammer from the box, and considerately placed the magnifying glass on the dissecting table in front of Old White's eyes, so that he could clearly see his body becoming pieces bit by bit.

Seeing Brian's blade cut a 'Y' shape cut on his chest, Walter's evil personality fell silent.

He swallowed:

"it's useless.

I'm just one of Walter White's evil personalities.

His evil personality is very much there.

not one.

Not two either!
There are countless of them!

You never know how many personalities he has.

If one me collapses, there will be thousands and millions of me again.

You are doing useless work!"

Brian shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I'm only in my twenties and I'm a level three life form. I should be able to live at least two hundred years. I can dissect you four or five times a day. I don't believe I can't finish you all in such a long time. I'll just treat it as entertainment."

Old White:
He glared at Brian hatefully: "You are more insane than I am!"

After saying that, Lao Bai closed his eyes, and at the same time, his brain waves changed in an instant.

He plans to run away and let the next lucky person face this perverted psychopath!

Brian felt the fluctuations coming from the heart domain and smiled evilly: "You finally fell for it!"

It's now!

next moment.

Old Bai, who wanted to run away, felt his consciousness shifting.

By the time he calmed down his thoughts again, he had arrived in a strange place.

This is where?

Just when he was confused.

Two rays of light appeared in front of this "Old White".

One of them is the lunatic who was about to be dissected earlier.

The other one was actually himself.

The only difference was probably that when I stood in front of the pervert, I looked like an ordinary person, without his blood-moon radiating eyes that looked like a bad guy.

Brian looked at Old White with bloodshot eyes in front of him and grinned.

As soon as he waved his hand, Blood Eyed Lao Bai found himself unable to control himself and instantly appeared in front of Brian.

Brian patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you. Without you leading the way, it would be difficult for me to pull so many old white personalities into my blissful heartland at once..."

Blood-eyed Lao Bai sensed something was wrong.

He asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"

Brian shrugged:

"literal meaning.

If you don't tell me, I will never know how many personalities Walter White has?
Look up at the sky above your head!"

Old Bai with bloodshot eyes looked up subconsciously, and then was stunned.

I saw that above my head, in countless suspended bubbles, there was a blood-eyed Lao Bai imprisoned.

They were looking at him with fierce eyes.

"One hundred eight thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight negative personalities. Tsk, that's outrageous."

Brian sighed and suddenly kicked the blood-eyed old white man in front of him in the butt.

next moment.

He turned into a meteor, rushed into the sky above his head, and became one of the densely packed personality bubbles.

Do it all.

Brian then looked curiously at the normal old white man who was staring at the top of his head in a daze: "How do you feel now?"

Normal Lao Bai came back to his senses and chuckled, "It's so relaxing, I've never felt so relaxed before. It's amazing that you can manifest all my negative personality and separate me from it."

Brian interrupted him:
“The so-called negative personality is nothing more than a section of your brain waves.

As the saying goes, one thought, one world.

In fact, you can form a new personality every minute and every second.

Besides, this matter is not so easy to solve.

These negative personalities are essentially part of your soul. If you kill them, after you get out of here, your consciousness will be too damaged to control your body, and you will become a vegetative state with your own self.

Finally, I didn’t fundamentally solve the problem of your negative personality.

These negative personalities are your inner demons.

You are accustomed to avoiding reality and dare not face the bloody truth.

You transfer everything to your other personalities.

It's selfish and cowardly.

If you keep doing this, you will always be on the verge of losing control."

Brian said it bluntly.

In the heart realm, his perception can be infinitely magnified.

You can’t read someone’s mind, but you can feel their true character.

He actually didn't understand either.

How could such a person become a third-order life?
Could it be that Old White had too many personalities, stacked together, and his spirit was too strong, so he was able to throw the brick with great force and break through?

For Brian's words that hit him directly in the heart, Old White did not explain, but just smiled bitterly and said: "People's hearts are fickle, and I can't find the paradise in reality. I can only look for it in my heart. In short, thank you for letting me experience relaxation again. As for when I get out, I still trouble you and the old man to help me with physical destruction. In fact, I have been living a life of..."

"Shh!"

Brian interrupted him: "I didn't say I can't help you solve it, go away."

He waved his hand and threw the dithering Old White aside. Then he grinned at the countless Old White's negative personality bubbles above his head: "You want to own a body and do whatever you want, right? Then I will show mercy and fulfill your wish."

Just when all personalities were puzzled.

They were shocked to find that the environment of the bubble they were in had undergone earth-shaking changes:
Mountains of swords, seas of fire, frying pans, boiling stones...
This is clearly the eighteen levels of hell!

"what!"

Countless screams echoed throughout the outermost layer of the Paradise Heart Realm.

Looking at himself who had gone through all kinds of torture, the normal old white-faced man turned pale in an instant: "Is everything here real?"

Brian nodded: "As long as I want, everything I perceive is real!"

Every personality has gone through more than one round of torture in the eighteen levels of hell.

Some simply collapsed.

More of a numbness.

Until everything stops.

Just when they thought they were free, Brian pointed to a projected clock that took up most of the space:
"Oh, I forgot to tell you.

There is essentially no concept of time and space here.

You think a long time has passed, but in fact only one second has passed.

You tried to plunder Walter White's body.

This is crime and robbery!
But I am a generous person.

The sentence I gave you was very short.

24-hour detention, isn't that too much?"

hiss~
All the old whites are completely numb
In the end, more than 100,000 of Old White's negative personalities all compromised after Brian used threats, violent beatings, abuse, and a very brief period of free will and inducement to get what he wanted, among other friendly negotiations.

They promised to stay in Lao Bai's consciousness space obediently from today on.

In return.

Every once in a while, they can come here to let go and enjoy true bliss.

See, this is the correct approach to dealing with loss of control.

The real Old White, who witnessed all of this with his own eyes, looked at Brian with a very complicated look.

Gratitude and fear
He said with a complicated expression: "Thank you very much..."

"Hey," Brian waved his hand, "Don't just say thank you. I need your help with something."

"what?"

Old White breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be nice to help you if you have any problem.

This makes him more comfortable.

Brian took a deep breath and said, "My body is quite complicated, that is, it is quite special. The offspring I conceived are a little bit strange, so I would like to ask you for help so that I can have normal offspring. Is this okay?"

Hearing this, Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

He nodded:

“This is easy.

My Blood Moon Gift ability can divert negative things.

Including emotions, genetic imprinting influences and so on.

This is why I have such a severe split personality.

Now that you've helped me solve my personality issues, I don't have to worry about using my abilities causing me to lose control further.

Come on, let me check on you first."

As he said this, Old White, without knowing the consequences, touched Brian's palm.

(End of this chapter)