"You mean to say? How easy is it to be an Inhuman? Ren Yuan's words greatly surprised Yu Qian

"Yes and no." Ren Yuan said, "The creation of aliens is undoubtedly regarded as the most serious crime against the Ministry of Disasters, and it is the target of a resolute crackdown. However, on the other hand, if you want to eliminate something, you need to know what you want to eliminate, and this research is naturally at the forefront of the disaster department. I can't tell you the specifics, but it's a well-established fact that the key to communicating heterogeneity is awareness! ”

"Think about it with your head?"

It can be said that violent mental fluctuations are believed to attract the attention of the alien source, and then obtain the energy that the alien source throws (shè). As for how to use this energy, how to present it in a form that can be observed by this world, it is called 'independent reality'. For example, I have turned everything poured into the reality of the concept of eternal life. ”

"The essence of Xenomorphism is a tool man, right?" Yu Qian said curiously: "Then why do you say that all strangers are guilty? ”

"Because, only the extreme deviation from human ethics can be a faint spark in the eyes of the alien source. Therefore, to be able to become an inhuman, he must have completely collapsed mentally at that moment, and he did not belong to human beings at all. For example, a perverted murderer who has committed all the crimes that ordinary people cannot imagine, and is likely to become an alien when he is tortured and dying. Ren Yuan said lightly

"Your statement is misleading, it's not just the wicked who think abnormally, right? Isn't the idea of a saint also different from that of a normal human being? Yu Qian said dissatisfiedly

"It is contradictory to want to understand things that we can never understand, but to rely on the ultimate reason (xìng), this book (shēn) is contradictory. People with mental disorders may have the possibility of being crooked, but it can't be said so absolutely, and the academic community does think that some miracles are produced by heterogeneous communication. But these miracles, the saints in your mouth will never become inhuman. ”

"Why is that?"

Because it is impossible for the Xenomorph to understand us, its attention to us may be a casual glimpse, but the impact of this simple glimpse on reality is also incomparably great. You can simply understand the alien as a crude wish fulfillment machine, and only by maximizing the consciousness of wanting to live can you preserve your self-consciousness by sacrificing others in this terrifying energy. Ren Yuan said coldly

"There is no doubt that any Inhuman who survives contact with an alien must be an extreme egoist and (shēn) with a heavy blood debt. In order to be able to survive, he sacrificed others, betrayed reality and accepted his inhuman self, so that he could survive the impact of the alien. For the Inhom, his 'independent reality' is the casting of his original sin (shè). ”

"Don't you even have a chance to mend your ways?" Yu Qian asked in a deep voice

"If there is still a trace of human conscience in this person's heart, he should die in the onslaught of the alien source." Ren Yuan looked up at Yu Qian, "You haven't faced the alien source, and I hope you will never face it, but as long as you face it, you will understand what kind of goods you have survived." ”

"Even so..."Yu Qian avoided the conversation and said instead, "Isn't there a stranger like you who is willing to cooperate with the government later?" Besides, don't I think the ability is very powerful? If it can go against reality, if it can be put into production, it will not be able to benefit mankind, right? ”

"Be wary of your thinking old fish." Ren Yuan smiled wryly, "Your idea is like the priests of the Advent faction, they will also shout 'for the progress of mankind' while waving the butcher's knife at the common people." ”

"I'm not talking about sacrifices." Yu Qian frowned, "For example, the female alien who treated me yesterday, if it is used well, wouldn't it be able to greatly improve the level of medical care?" ”

"So, that's why, the ministry must choose people who have suffered injuries from a foreign source to serve as front-line personnel. It's not surprising that you would feel this way. Ren Yuan lowered his head and thought for a while, and threw the ballpoint pen on the table to Yu Qian

"Try it, can you cut the table with this ballpoint pen?"

"Impossible, right?" Yu Qian took a closer look, this is just a very ordinary ballpoint pen, as long as it costs a few yuan, anyone can buy it in the small supermarkets that can be found everywhere.

Ren Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Don't you think this is a very sharp knife?" How about we name it 'Sin'? ”

"It doesn't have anything to do with what it's called, does it?" Yu Qian said helplessly, and threw the pen back to Ren Yuan, who stretched out his hand towards him

"Look, what I'm holding in my hand now is my saber 'Sin'." Ren Yuanbiao (qíng) said solemnly, and then took a ballpoint pen and swiped lightly on the marble tabletop. Suddenly, a one-centimeter-thick groove with a thick pen (shēn) appeared on the table, and the flying marble powder was like a gentle catkins, and what Ren Yuan was holding in his hand did not seem to be a ballpoint pen, but a steel knife that was extremely strong and sharp

"How did you do that?"

"You don't understand, do you?" Ren Yuan waved the pen in his hand, "It's like I can't understand why you can't do it." That's why, the disaster department must firmly control every stranger, and resolutely erase the uncontrollable. ”

"Each Inhuman has its own independent reality, and in the eyes of ordinary people, the round blunt and the sharp cannot coexist. But in the eyes of strangers, it is not necessarily, if it is just a cognitive deviation, of course, it doesn't matter, but what if the cognition of both parties is the truth? ”

"Have you ever thought that a smooth and smooth road surface can instantly become a life-devouring trap because an Inhuman thought it was a sea of fire full of sharp blades? When two different realities exist (qíng), how do you set standards to keep ordinary people safe? If you take this pen from me now, your hand will definitely be cut. ”

"Can't you control it..."Yu Qian looked at the grooves on the table, and twitched his fingers unnaturally

"Hmph, how many years of experience do you think I have mastered to this point? Most Inhumans don't even live for ten years. Control abilities? Have one's head in the clouds. Ren Yuan smiled disdainfully, "Human beings are like an ignorant baby crawling into the firehouse, but accidentally picking up a box of matches on the ground. Now even how to light matches is a matter of luck, and Ann dares to rely on the light of the matches to know, and even control this boundless arsenal. The only end is destruction. ”

"Someone has done that before, right?" Yu Qian's heart sank

"Do you want to know?" Ren Yuan smiled mysteriously

"It's the god-making experiment you talked about earlier, right?" Yu Qian shook his head and said, "Forget it, I think it's better if I don't know so much." ”

For Yu Qian's refusal, it was all expected by Ren Yuan. However, he is confident that Yu Qian will one day be tempted to want to know, he just needs to wait, isn't waiting what he is best at (qíng)?

…

Outside the window is a lush forest, and in mid-March in S City, the temperature is no less than the early summer in the north. The sea of verdant trees spreads out in the field of vision, and it is impossible to find a mountain path, which makes people feel like they are in a fantasy world.

But Meng Fusheng knew very well that this was not an illusion, this house hidden in the mountains was not the first time she had come, and there were the most painful and terrible memories in her life. Touching the hideous scar on her left rib through the thick gauze, Meng Fusheng let out a long sigh, compared to her, she would rather go back to Meng's house and dance a veneer dance with the statue of Cool Xiao Ma Wen.

Of course, if you can, it's better not to have both.

Meng Fusheng resigned herself to her fate and lay on her (chuáng), although she had not been conscious since she was dragged out of the car. But she at least had a vague idea of what was going on.

"At least there were no scars this time, well, at least not yet." Meng Fusheng whispered self-deprecatingly, thinking that his father Meng Wei was here last time, but this time Meng Wei has not shown up until now, and he doesn't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

While she was lying on her stomach (chuáng) and thinking about it, the door to her room was carefully pushed open, and a woman in a navy blue tracksuit (shēn) paced into the room.

"Xiao An?" Meng Fusheng turned his head to look at the woman, his eyes showing seven points of fear, two points of disgust and one point of indescribable meaning.

"It's my miss, how are you?" Xiao An came to the side (chuáng) and stretched out his hand to look at Meng Fusheng's (xiōng) department, but the latter waved it away with a palm, "Get out, I'm not dead yet." ”

"Miss, don't move, it's not good for the wound." Xiao An hurriedly withdrew his hand, and saw that the bandage on Meng Fusheng's mouth was not bloody, and he thought that the injury should not be serious, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao An, don't you think it's disgusting for you to pretend here? Are you disappointed to see that I'm not dead? What about Meng Wei? Why are you too lazy to do it this time? Meng Fusheng said in a vicious tone, and the two cherry lips as thin as Meng Wei were like pink butterfly wings, flying up and down, followed by a bunch of extremely embarrassing foul language.

Xiao An looked at the angry Meng Fusheng with a calm face, and didn't say a word, until she was tired of scolding before she spoke calmly

"Miss, don't worry, the master didn't come with me."

Seeing through Xiao An's weakness, Meng Fusheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and after humming twice, he turned his head and stopped looking at Xiao An. After a moment of silence, he whispered

"Then why did Meng Wei call you over? Arrest me back? ”

"You can stay here for a few days for now, and I'll come back to pick you up soon, okay?" Xiao An said softly

"You're going to leave in a moment? Don't take me back? Meng Fusheng sensed that something was wrong and turned back suddenly

"Well, miss, you have made a lot of trouble this time, so it's better to hide here for a few days." Xiao An comforted, "Don't worry, it won't be long, and the master also hopes to take you back soon." ”

"My dad is very angry..."Meng Fusheng also knew that this time it was really a big trouble

"The lord is really not very happy." Xiao An reached out and gently stroked the corner of Meng Fusheng's bandaged scar, feeling Xiao An's touch, Meng Fusheng couldn't help but shudder.

"Will my dad kill me?" Meng Fusheng asked in a low voice

"Miss, what are you talking about?" Xiao An was stunned for a moment, withdrew his finger, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Miss, I'm here." ”

"I trusted you once, but what about the result?" Meng Fusheng pretended to be cold, and his tone was already crying: "Do you think I will believe you again?" ”

"I'm sorry Miss, I'm sorry." Xiao An looked at Meng Fusheng, who was trembling with anger and grievances, and said in a low voice, "Not this time, definitely not this time, I promise you." ”

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what, I've never been me, so how can you be you." Meng Fusheng tried to blink his eyes so that the tears of cowardice would not flow

Xiao An slowly leaned down, leaned his head against Meng Fusheng's face, reached out to hold Fusheng's face and gently wiped away her tears, and muttered, "No, Miss, Xiao An promises, this time I won't let others hurt you again." ”

"Meng Wei wanted me to die, I know, I almost died that day." Meng Fusheng felt Xiao An's rough palm brushing his cheek and said slowly

"It's not like I've been ignorant of everything going on at home all these years, I know you do, can you tell me?"

"What's the matter, Miss?"

"The people who brought me here are the same people who have secretly cooperated with my dad all these years, right?" Meng Fusheng turned his head, and his eyes kept looking into the depths of Xiao An's iron-gray eyes

"What the hell are they going to do with me?"