Absurd Deduction Game

Chapter 735: Psychic Retrospection

 The senses seem to be magnified to the limit at this moment. When vision is lost, hearing becomes particularly sensitive.

The moment the lights dimmed, the gleaming green light dispersed in the air, and the erratic ghosts suddenly condensed and dispersed, rushing towards Yu Xing.

 The feeling of suffocation is getting more and more serious. Factors are squeezed into the body with breathing, and a cold feeling is emitted from the flesh and blood to the skin. The rejection reaction of the body causes dizziness, stomach turbulence, and almost vomiting.

 “The ants in the way…”

 “Why do you still have to struggle in vain?”

 “Humanity has long been hopeless…”

 “Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell…”

The murmurs echoed in the ears, bringing with it this bewitching magic power that caused the spirit to constantly fluctuate with these words and be assimilated by these words.

The darkness in front of me is not just ordinary darkness, it is so dense that it cannot be dissolved. It is not the dark side of light, but some independent substance that fills the entire space.

Even Yu Xing’s night vision was useless because it was not night.

The only thing that can be seen in this darkness is the green ghost composed of viral factors. There are more and more of them, and they surround Yuxing one after another. They seem to get bigger and bigger, and finally form a giant circle surrounding human beings. Feel.

The feeling of space has been distorted. It seems that this is no longer the chief's office, but an endless abyss, with no ceiling visible and no edge visible.

The ghosts with terrifying faces bent over, looking down at the only living thing, lifting their non-existent legs, and shrinking the encirclement step by step. The huge pressure was enough to make any ordinary person fall into daring madness. .

 “What are humans still alive for…”

This time the murmur came from the ghost's opening and closing mouth.

 “You are the last one…”

 “Does it make sense?”

 “Is there any meaning for you to live...”

Yu Xing stood there and calmly watched the performance of the Wraith Factor.

But from what I can see, that’s all.

 Use sound as a medium to strengthen the silent brainwashing process. In the past, humans were made to become obedient without knowing it. Now, the process is accelerated several times through sound.

Yu Xing did fall into a trance because of these sounds, but that was all. He deliberately did not use the power of the curse in his body, just to experience the power of this game boss.

 What a pity, if that’s all—

He only needed a little resistance to break out of his trance.

These ghosts composed of green wraith factors are very tall to human senses, but he doesn't want to look up, so he tilts his head and his eyes fall on a certain place in the void, accurately locating Weier. Where he was, he said disdainfully:

 “You want to brainwash me like this?”

“Could it be that in your mechanism, it works like this for ordinary people, and it also works the same way for people who have awakened their abilities, just with more ‘strength’.”

 “Tsk, you are so low-level.”

I don’t know which word struck “Weir”’s heart, and a scream of resentment suddenly broke out in the darkness. The sharp voice transcended the boundaries between men and women. With the Hertz of another cognitive species, it was like a heavy handle. The hammer hit Yu Xing's head, causing his eardrums to sting.

“Huh—it turns out he’s better at noise attacks.” Yu Xing frowned, feeling a little regretful.

 It’s so **** noisy.

Black lines gradually emerged on his fair skin, and the impact of the howling on him instantly diminished. The lines became denser and denser. Whether it was a sense of suffocation or any other restraints, they all collapsed at this moment.

The churning black mist surged with him as the center, and swept away again in the direction of Weier he sensed. This time it was much more terrifying than the little fight just now. Wherever the black mist passed, there was a faint green resentment. The spiritual elements dodge one after another, as if seeing a scourge.

The factors that had no time to escape were swallowed up in an instant and turned into small dust in the black mist. The green ghosts that were formed suddenly lost pieces in the east and west, and a very humanized look of fear appeared on the ghost's face.

 The dark matter was dispersed by the fog, and light returned to the space. The distorted field was forced to return to normal, revealing the outline of the office.

Yu Xing's eyes were covered with deep blue, and everything he looked at became clear and invisible.

He saw that Weier had fled to the door and put his hand on the door handle. However, the black mist followed like a shadow and tightly entangled Weier. In the vagueness, he could still hear something similar to burning coming from Weier. Just average taste.

The black mist was almost her natural enemy. She had no room for resistance, so she could only look back at him bitterly, with pieces of corroded flesh on her face. The next moment, [Psychic Eye] was passively triggered.

Yu Xing's eyes flashed, and many broken images flashed before his eyes. He saw Weier, who was much younger and greener than he is now, pushing open the office door for the first time.

At that time, there was another man sitting in front of the desk. The man was in his thirties, very imposing, and his gentle eyes fell on Weir.

The man looked at the curious and reserved Weier and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I found you with great difficulty. Your sister often mentioned you to me, and now she..."

Sadness flashed across the man's face, and he touched Weir's head: "I will follow her last wish and take good care of you."

In the next scene, the older Weil is serving tea and water to the man in the office. She has a file bag under her arm and is wearing a professional uniform. She seems to be a secretary on her own.

The man's expression was cold and indifferent, and he was instructing the construction of the base. Although he had long since given up the gentleness of knowledge, Weier was still full of trust, even though he had thick dark circles under his eyes due to fatigue.

 In the third scene, the man and Weir play chess in the office. The man played rook and chess first. Weier was lying on the desk, her skirt was lifted up, and she was sweating profusely because she was not good enough at chess.

There was confusion and joy on her face, so she didn't realize that the man behind her had already become the same person as when they first met. Although his cold face was dripping with sweat, it was cold and attractive, and a touch of green flashed in his eyes. And passed.

Yu Xing was caught off guard and saw the chess game. He took a breath and wanted to turn his head away, but he remembered that this scene was directly presented in his mind through his psychic eyes.

The next thing is not complicated. The man has actually been hollowed out by the resentful spirit, but because he is the manager of the base, no one has ever discovered it.

But the virus needs to evolve. While its strength increases, the man's decaying body can no longer meet the function of carrying the virus. One day, when Weir plays chess with the man again, the virus is transferred from the old carrier to the new carrier through the mouth.

 Since then, the manager of the previous base died unexpectedly.

He retained the candidate for the new manager early and arranged everything properly. Weier took up the office chair amidst the support and showed her strong management talent as soon as she took office. Her management methods are vigorous but also fastidious. Favor, on the way to governance, the power that belongs to her rises from the ground to the ground.

The virus in Weir's body is testing new abilities, gradually covering the entire base.

 All of this has created Base 51 today.

At the end of the trace, Yu Xing's gaze looked at most of the rotten Verr. He just saw some scenes that should not be seen, and consciously sorry for the owner of the body.

Well, don’t look at anything inappropriate. For a young man from the Republic of China who is actually quite conservative, some concepts have never changed. When he was studying abroad, he did not participate in those parties where he indulged himself through new-school ideas.

 As for the ease with which you usually show...that's not all about acting.

However, the real owner of Weir's body is dead, and only the parasite-like virus is left, controlling the pair of bodies to continue their activities.

Yu Xing was relieved for just a moment. The next second, the black mist tightened, strangling people tightly like a rope.

"Give you a chance to change the carrier and survive." The corners of his mouth curled up, with the usual joking on his face, "Answer me a question, and if I'm satisfied -"

Weir looked straight at him, suddenly showing a pitiful expression that was rarely seen on this body.

"I'm scared…"

"If humans want to live, should viruses deserve to die? I had no choice in appearing, and my birth is not under my control. Why should I be exterminated by humans in the name of an invader when I become conscious?"

 “You know, I’m scared.”

"If you have any questions, just ask them and I will answer you. Even now I know that I lost."

"However, you are the only one who has defeated me. You are the smartest person I have ever met. Let me go. I can't escape anyway. Let me go and let me regain my beautiful face..." Wei Er reached out and touched his rotten face, and said sadly, "I am very beautiful, and I don't want to die so ugly."

She seemed to mean what she said, and Yu Xing raised his eyebrows, wanting to hear what else she would say.

The black mist relaxed slightly, giving her a breathing space. Without the suppression of strength, the wounds all over Weir's body were rapidly recovering, and she soon turned into a beautiful woman again.

 She shed a tear and tore open her clothes: "I lost to a human, that's it... I'm willing to have a fight with you before I die... Can you stay with me?"

 “Just...have pity on me.”

Yu Xing chuckled lightly.

If he hadn’t seen the retrospective—oh, then he wouldn’t believe it. This method is still the same as before.

 (End of this chapter)