Since the "madness" symptoms have disappeared, I can no longer feel the "cogs" of the outside world, as if because my "completion" as a Faceling has dropped a notch. That being said, I still haven't quit the "turn the pieces into wholes" mode. It's still as natural as breathing for me. It's probably because I still haven't lifted the doppelganger. Although I am trying my best to regain my psychological position as Xu Fu, as long as the doppelganger is still acting in place of Xu Fu's identity, then on the subjective level, it is difficult for me to do this, and I can only operate outside with the psychological positioning of "just a faceling".

It's good to forget that you've had a doppelganger – the problem is that it's not that easy. It's easier said than done. Psychology is something that improvises when you want it to be flexible, and doesn't know how to adapt when you don't want it to be flexible, which is really troublesome. Besides, even if that were to be ruled out, I would now do need to rely on the power of the Facelings, who have a relatively high level of completion.

I caught the violent fist with the palm of my left hand.

"Turning parts into wholes" allows me to transfer power from one part of my body to another without loss. The power referred to here is not only the power that is generated by itself, but also the power that is imported from the outside world. In the past, my left hand would have been scrapped because I couldn't bear the power of his punch, but now I can swallow all the power of his fist, and through a series of clever muscular and skeletal transmissions, all the power is transmitted from my left hand to the soles of my feet. It's like catching a lightning rod from a thunderbolt, bringing a huge electric current from the rooftop into the ground.

There was a bang, and the whole street shook.

The ground where my feet were treading burst into cracks, and the windows of the shops on both sides shattered with a loud bang.

There was a look of disbelief on his face. Since he could pronounce my nickname, he must have heard that I was a martial artist who was good at using skill to restrain psionics, but he must never have dreamed that I would be able to catch a serious blow from a super-grade psyker head-on in combat. I grabbed the flaws that he had briefly exposed in shock and swung the rusted machete that I clenched in my right hand.

The blade came from the bottom up, and the right arm he used to attack me was chopped off.

He was worthy of the nickname "Violent Man", and when the pain hit, he swallowed all the pain with determination, and then quickly retreated.

At the same time, a black wind mixed with blood erupted from the fracture of his right shoulder. This black wind, like the last time I saw it, is made up of countless black lines, like the messy lines used to represent "wind" in comics. At this time, one of the black lines first quickly hooked the severed arm, and then brought the severed arm back like lightning, and then connected to the broken right shoulder, which had the meaning of renewing the severed arm. But I wasn't shaken by that, and the effort to break my arm and continue was not surprising to a super-level psionic. I just seized the moment when he moved, took a step forward abruptly, and stomped down.

The shockwave radiated out, destroying his center of gravity. I took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the rusty machete slashed at him again. He looked at the knife that had hit him so badly just now, and there was a little panic in his eyes.

At the critical moment, a black wind erupted from the soles of his feet, pushing his body backwards, and then away from my attack radius.

I wanted to continue the pursuit, but if I went any further, I feared that I would be separated from the Turin Doctor in this chaotic dream, so I retreated.

"Don't worry about me." The Turin doctor said, "Even if you are separated, I have a way to join you." ”

Violently covered the wound on his right shoulder and carefully distanced himself from me, as if he was still wondering what he had just experienced, "How is that possible...... It's just a martial artist, why can he do this...... It's like ......" It's like- he didn't say what it looked like, just looked at me with the eyes of a monster.

"My father still expects you as an adopted son even when he dies, and I have long been disappointed in you as my father's killer." The doctor in Turin turned to him, "but at least they are consistent in not wanting you to get what you want." ”

"Did I misunderstand? Are you trying to say that the reason why he didn't give me dream magic was because he expected something from me? There is also a limit to the gibberish. Violent sneered, "Then you can tell me, why did he pass it on to you instead?" ”

The Turin doctor was silent.

Fiercely stared at her tightly, not knowing what he saw, he suddenly came to his senses, "I see." ”

"Besides, even if you do enter a dream, you are also a seasoned dream technician, and you can really enjoy looking at things that can easily discern their false nature?" "Know that dreams created by dream-making are very different from ordinary dreams. The latter is also true in a sense, while the former is false. ”

"Unless I have a more advanced dream technician who enriches my dreams, I can't tell the difference between dreams and reality." Violent meaning is meaningful.

The Turin doctor asked coldly, "You don't want me to hand over the dream-making technique, but you also want me to help you?" ”

"I have a partner who is good at mind control, and when I was in Beaver City, it was thanks to him who hypnotized the employees of Beaver Pharmaceutical." said violently and cruelly, "When I ask him to brainwash you into a puppet, what you don't want to give me, will be given to me; If you don't want to help me, help me. No one wants to stop me in my pursuit of happiness. ”

"Then I'll assert to you here, you will never be able to be happy in your dreams." The Turin doctor said with a blank face, "You can understand it with a little bit of your brain." Living in a dream where everything goes well, no matter how much you gain, it's just a matter of course. It's like when you play chess with someone, you can regret the chess casually, or even move the opponent's chess pieces casually. You can't find happiness in it, at best you can only have peace of mind. But, perhaps, you will eventually lose that peace of mind. ”

"Peace of mind, isn't it happiness?" Violent asked.

"Peace of mind is a state of freedom from fear." "And happiness is terrifying." ”

She paused slightly, and then said, "Maybe you haven't realized it, violent. Now you are more and more like those withered believers. ”

"What a joke! I've never really embraced that stupid withered faith—" This sentence shook the violent violently, "How can it be with those madmen who seek death-"

I didn't let go of this flaw.

The moment he faltered, I burst in front of him and slashed at him.

Suddenly, he came to his senses, and the incomparably sharp black wind erupted indiscriminately from his body. I dodged all of these attacks and immediately swung my knife at his throat, but the action of dodging the attack slowed down the attack and gave him a chance to retreat. However, this was only my first attack, and I followed it up with my own follow-up attacks.

He shrugged himself away from me as he roared, "Faceling! Why do you have to go against me? ”

"When you can't fight, you can still negotiate peace?" I said, "It's late." ”

In this short period of time, we have moved out of that street in a high-speed exchange of offense and defense, and the figure of the Turin doctor is no longer visible. But since she's said there's a way to join me, I might as well throw her aside and give it a go with the violence.

"Calm down and think about it!" Violently and loudly, "We have no reason to fight!" I just want to have a good dream! My wish is not harmful to you or to anyone else, so why do you have to fight for your life here! ”

"It makes sense." I nodded in agreement with him as I accelerated my attack on him.

"I know what you're thinking! The decision to surrender the dream-making technique was in the hands of the woman, and she was clearly not going to give my father-killer what he wanted. He gritted his teeth and insisted, "But if you think about it again, we can cooperate!" The benefits of your cooperation with me are 100 times greater than that of working with her! ”

He went on to say, "Whatever you want from that woman, let me brainwash her into a puppet and let her do it!" Whether it's the recipe of the elixir or the knowledge of dream technology, it's all up to you, but working with her is far less convenient! ”

It does sound more in my interest, and it is much easier than it is now.

And I now know how to get out of the small-town nightmare. I even have the covenant items of the Forgotten Moon Oath on hand, and I don't have to fear that he will break the contract when the time comes.

But I couldn't afford to say yes to him.

Not because I have a crush on the Turin doctor. The Turin doctor was also a withered believer, and although she claimed to be atoning for her sins, I don't know if it was true or not. It's just that in comparison, the violent person is much easier to judge.

"When you were in Beaver City, you also assisted in those human experiments, right?" I said, "How many other innocent people have you killed?" I don't need to answer, I can understand by looking at the look in your eyes when you do it, I think you can't remember it clearly. ”

"Faceling, I've heard about your deeds in Beaver City. I admit that I have killed many so-called innocent people, but a ruthless man like you can't really measure others by simple right and wrong, right? He said, "Only children who have not been polished by society will see the world in terms of right and wrong, and truly mature people will analyze things in terms of pros and cons." You're the same as I am, aren't you? ”

"Unfortunately, no. I used to think about being as 'mature' as you say, and looking at the world purely for the sake of profit. I said, "But every time I kill a bad guy like you, I feel good physically and mentally." Over time, I gave up struggling. ”

He seemed to be doubting his ears, "What did you say?" ”

"You can understand that I have a hero complex, and I can put myself on the moral high ground by killing scum like you, in order to obtain some kind of spiritual pleasure." I say.

"You madman!" He roared angrily.

The battle moved to the next stage.