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In a normal society, a person who is polite and has a very high level of self-cultivation and supra will be welcomed by everyone.

But in his subconscious, is he also so polite?

The answer is uncertain.

Many high-level intellectuals often have some paranoid and pathological hobbies that ordinary people do not have. Fetish, stalker, pedophile, same**

And this game, able to peel off all the bondage. The memories and education of the past, the rules and repressions of the past, will be released.

In this game, no matter what creature you are, you will show what your inner subconscious thinks, and even thoughts that you find incredible, will appear in the game.

Using the player's subconscious and peeling memory, the player will have another life, which may or may not be spectacular, or it may be obscure

Silently recalling his plan, Li Qiang started the game and fell into darkness.

If you want to leave this damn mineral planet that doesn't see the light of day, you can only rely on this game that can contact the outside world, so Li Qiang spent all his time on this game except mining.

This is a game where the player has no control over the player, and can only use the subconscious to influence the game characters.

And Li Qiang firmly believes that he can leave the mineral planet through the game guò because he has a very big advantage.

The characters in this game are formed by stripping away the subliminal modules through guò. There is no memory, everyone is the same, but some important choices can have a huge impact on the game characters.

For example, according to Li Qiang's subconscious module, he will not kill.

But Rick in the game really kills someone, why?

Because Li Qiang can vaguely affect Rick's thoughts. This effect was discovered by Li Qiang by accident, and he guessed that it was likely to be related to his long-term life in the harsh environment of electromagnetic storms.

The mutation of mental power, which affects Rick's judgment, is Li Qiang's greatest advantage

Dawn took away the last shred of coolness in the night, and as soon as the sun rose, it threw its scorching heat onto the earth.

Rick's eyelids twitched, and he opened his eyes. Rick slowly came to his senses after staring at the dusty cobwebs in the corner of the house.

In my dream last night, I can still remember the feeling of cutting into the flesh. The squire's death-defying screams and the tall guard's silence brought a bit of depression to Rick.

As he stood up, his shoulder ached sharply, and Rick remembered that he was missing a piece of flesh from his shoulder.

Glancing at the blood-soaked burlap, Rick thought for a moment, put on his dagger, straightened his tattered reserve uniform, and pushed open the door.

The heat wave rolled in, instantly taking away the cool air in the house. Raising his hand to shield himself from the sun, Rick's gaze swept over the entire frontier military camp, it was still early in the morning, and the entire camp seemed quiet.

But on the other side of the smoky kitchen, a faint smoke had risen.

Rick looked at the time, and felt that it was still too late, so he turned back and closed the door, and used his short sword to open the wax orb that had been hidden in his arms.

There was no mechanism, just a lumpy, sturdy brown paper slip inside.

After forcibly memorizing the words, Rick lit the note and completely destroyed the wax seal before going out.

Stepping on the soft yellow sand, Rick came to the kitchen, and before he could get closer, he saw a crippled old Satsuma man, struggling to carry a wooden barrel.

His left shoulder was replaced by a round poplar with rivets and bearings for fixation. This replacement prosthesis looks to be some years old, and the joints on it are stuffed with black oil. The sturdy coarse cable cloth on the body was also covered with a layer of greasy and greasy stuff.

The old man seemed to be a little tired, and hammered his left shoulder, with the old Egger's signature stern and unrelenting smile on his face.

As if noticing Rick, old Egger waved the poplar prosthetic leg and sat on the barrel: "Come and work, do you want to be whipped?!" Old Iger looked old, but his voice was still loud and tough.

Rick smiled and walked over briskly, helping old Iger set the barrel away.

"Injured shoulder?" Old Egger looked at Rick with cloudy old eyes, paused slightly on his still bleeding shoulder, and without waiting for Rick to speak, added, "Have you taken the medicine?" ”

Rick smiled and waved his arm to signal that he was okay, "Not yet!" ”

Old Egger grimaced, twisted his prosthetic, and opened a dark compartment on the prosthetic with a "pop": "This is trauma medicine, get some to apply it yourself." ”

Old Iger said, picking out a little dull yellow powder with his fingernails, and Rick wiped his hands and quickly caught it.

With the medicine, Rick felt better, at least the wound didn't ooze from the activity: "Thanks, Daddy! ”

Old Iger nodded, didn't say anything more, but motioned for Rick to hurry up and help in the kitchen.

A variety of drought-tolerant edible plants from the Satsuma Desert can be found in Old Egger's kitchen.

While Rick was helping with the cooking, he asked as if by accident, "Daddy, do you know where there is a salt well near us?" ”

Old Egger's eyes condensed slightly, stopped his movements, and stared at Rick for a while: "Why are you asking this?" Want to mine salt? ”

Rick lowered his gaze and poked the stove fire: "It's nothing, it's just suddenly curious." ”

Old Egger's flesh-folded old face wrinkled when he heard this: "What kind of fart is hidden?" Hurry up! A kick on Rick's ass, and old Egger didn't look good.

The smile on Rick's face faded away, and his voice became serious: "Daddy, I don't want to stay here for the rest of my life, I want to go out and have a look." ”

Old Egger's body trembled, and his rickety back slowly straightened, and it was only then that Rick realized that Old Egger was very tall.

The cloudy old eyes narrowed slightly, and the axe-like wrinkles on his face slowly outlined a touch of unprecedented vicissitudes: "Do you really want to leave here?" Old Egger's voice was not inaudible, but there was a hint of sigh that could not be concealed.

Rick didn't know why Iger Sr. reacted so much, but he knew that he couldn't fool this dad who took care of himself.

When Rick first arrived at the Frontier Military camp, he was overwhelmed by the horror and didn't know what to do. At that time, before the mysterious voice appeared, Rick was assigned to the old Iger.

Old Egger has a strange temper, obviously in the border army like a bandit's den, but he still maintains a kind of nonsense. By the way, that thing used to be said by the squadron leader, it seems to be some kind of aristocratic temperament.

Rick didn't understand how old Egger could have any aristocratic temperament, obviously he was an old thing who was on the verge of death and half of his body was buried in the loess, what aristocratic temperament was there?

But after his first meal with Iger Sr., Rick changed his mind.

They are also eating dry potato multigrain cakes, which are also difficult to swallow. Rick's expression was painful, but old Iger was chewing slowly as if he was eating the world's delicacies, the so-called aristocratic temperament was really impossible to learn.

After the questioning, old Iger did not wait for Rick's answer, sat down on the log pier, took out a bag of spicy dry tobacco, felt out a brass pipe, picked a stove match, and lit it silently.

The smell of tobacco slowly fills the narrow kitchen.

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