After absorbing that bloodline inheritance and thoroughly digesting it, Yan Hua could clearly perceive the obvious changes before and after.

I can faintly perceive that the original body is a little uncoordinated, or a little awkward.

But because of his own lack of strength, or because he has just digested this blood clan inheritance, he has not yet reached the level of being able to use it freely.

She still couldn't figure out what that strange thing was about.

But there's no urgency.

Yan Hua temporarily wrote it down in a small notebook and put it aside.

In addition to the blood inheritance purchased by these 200,000 star coins, what she cares about the most is probably the eight pieces of original world information fragments.

Dig through the chest's personal prize pool and find eight shards from it.

Yan Hua tried to synthesize, and the result was: "The number of fragments is insufficient, it cannot be synthesized, you can view it alone, do you want to view it?" ”

"Yes/No."

Yan Hua chose "yes".

A fragment slowly filled her view.

Then, a faint light shot out of the shard, drowning her in it.

Yan Hua was taken aback, but he finally knew that it was the role of the system props, and did not make a move to resist.

Because there was no resistance, the mechanical Lori sound of "integration success" then sounded in his head.

The voice was that of the 9001 little secretary.

Yan Hua was glad that he had first fused the blood clan inheritance and improved the stock and quality of spiritual power.

This fragment of light only stunned her for a moment, and as soon as her eyes went dark, there was a gradually clear image.

No, it's an image, it's more like a memory.

Yan Hua is like becoming the owner of memory, and the feeling is very vivid and vivid, as if she has experienced it herself.

Yan Hua blinked, she knew about this technique when she was still an interstellar marshal, but she had never experienced it herself.

Because it's dangerous.

This kind of fully experiencing other people's feelings, integrating into other people's identities, and looking at his/her life is easy to be subjectively influenced by the other party, and it is easy to lose oneself and cannot get out of it.

At the least, it produces hallucinations, brain confusion, and requires rest.

The most important thing is to completely become the other party and live as another person.

This is more in-depth than going too deep into the play, and it is difficult to extricate yourself.

Officials gave it a definition at the time: empathy.

It's not like she reads the brain domain query data of enemy prisoners from the perspective of a bystander, which is similar to watching a documentary, and will not be affected by it.

However, once you have empathy, the level of authenticity is like seeing everything happen to you.

Although it has a wide range of applications, it can solve many urgent needs.

For example, analyzing the criminal psychology of criminals, or analyzing the experience of the deceased before death, finding their identity, can even be used in archaeological fields and fields.

However, such a dangerous act, in her capacity at the time, was never allowed to be experienced by herself.

Unexpectedly, she was protected by the key protection, and one day she could experience the sourness of empathy in the self-help system of other worlds.

It's really sour.

As soon as they fused, Yan Hua almost knelt down.

What she is now fused with is the memories of a little boy.

At this time, she became a 5-year-old boy.

5 years old should be the most innocent and ignorant, and it is also the age with the strongest learning ability and influence ability.

But at the age of 5, he was stripped naked, locked in a dimly lit room, and wore a beautiful collar around his neck.

The furnishings are exquisite, but there are no sharp utensils.

He was curled up in the big soft bed, without a quilt, he barely wrapped himself in sheets.

There were no shoes on the floor, but a thick cashmere carpet was covered.

The boy's body was full of new and old wounds, and he hugged his knees, unable to even cry.

At this time, Yan Hua clearly felt that he was the boy.

"Whew, it's so cold~ It's already spring outside, right?"

"My brother said that he wouldn't burn the fireplace in the spring, so he wanted a quilt."

"Hey, it hurts~ Qiongqiong hurts so much, Mom, Dad, why do you want to go far away?"

"Qiongqiong, I hope you come back soon."

"Qiongqiong will be well-behaved, will definitely be well-behaved, you are not at home, my brother will not cover Qiongqiong with a quilt."

"Huh, Qiongqiong is hungry, Qiongqiong wants to eat hot meals and hot dishes made by her mother, Qiongqiong is no longer picky."

"Mom, Dad, why haven't you come back yet?"

The eyelids were so heavy, and when Yan Hua fell asleep with the little boy, a capital "slot" flashed in his mind!

......

I don't know how long I slept, and a childish child's voice came from my ears: "My dear little Joan, wake up quickly." ”

Yan Hua reluctantly opened his eyes with the boy.

When he saw the little boy in front of him, who was too delicate and beautiful to speak, his heart trembled.

Even the body wrapped in the sheets unconsciously shrank a little.

Yan Hua heard the little boy snort and shouted, "Brother." ”

The boy in front of him smiled, softly, and gently ripped off the sheets from his body.

"How can Joan be so naughty?"

"How can you make a mess of the sheets?"

"Huh?"

Yan Hua felt the little boy shrink again: "Yes, I'm sorry, brother, Qiongqiong doesn't dare anymore, Qiongqiong just got into the sheets to play." ”

The boy on the other side smiled even brighter when he heard his answer.

"Good brother, it's not allowed in the future."

"Come, my brother has thought of a new game again, is it okay for Xiaoqiong to play with my brother?"

The little boy was about to cry, shaking his head frantically in his heart, and shouted, "No, no, Mommy, Dad, you guys come back soon." ”

But her parents didn't show up, and Xiao Qiong was dragged away by her brother and taken to a room full of torture instruments and unknown medicines.

"Little Joan, let's play a superhero game today."

"My brother is a scientist, and Joan is a superhero created by my brother."

"Okay?"

Yan Hua looked at this professional-level interrogation room speechlessly, and looked at the "elder brother" who was only ten years old with strange eyes.

The interrogation room was soon filled with Xiao Qiong's heart-rending screams.

The voice echoed for a long time, until he passed out, and saliva flowed all over the ground.

Yan Hua then experienced a handful of inhumane abuse.

It feels so familiar.

When she used to do Mission Impossible, she tasted it during the training.

Once when I was framed and fell into the hands of an enemy, I also experienced it.

It's just that at that time, I experienced an upgraded version of this after five or six generations.

Much more brutal than that, but far less desperate and frightening than it is now.

"Oh, yes."

"It's not my feelings, it's the emotional release of the little boy."

Yan Hua really couldn't think of why his own brother could abuse his younger brother so much?

Can you still frame it with such a gentle smile, but inflict the most cruel torture on your brother?

Although he didn't lose his arms and legs, and even after putting on his clothes, he couldn't tell that he was being abused.

But the dark wounds, which were all in the secret place, caused an unhealable psychological wound to the little boy.

Yan Hua was in a complicated mood.

Especially after knowing the full name of the little boy.

"Lu Qiong."

Her guess came true.

Lie in a groove!

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