"Hurry up and help me over!" Seeing that Curly Mao seemed to be about to catch up with the theory, the bald head stopped him sharply.

"This young man, don't talk about martial arts! I just asked what's wrong, such a big fire? ”

Curly muttered and nagged, and before he could knock on Wang Sensen's door, he bumped into him.

"Slow down, why are you in a hurry?" Curly Fu supported his bald head, and then said to Wang Sensen: "My friend has something to tell you." ”

Wang Sensen looked at the two of them with a surprised look, and then turned his head to look at the noisy crowd in the distance, "Okay, let's go into the house." ”

After sitting down, Curly began to look at Duanmu lying on the bed seriously, for fear that she would suddenly jump up and bite herself.

"Let's talk about it, there's a level 1 alert on the space station, and it's probably not safe here."

"Level 1 alert?"

"Yes, including biochemical drug leaks, military mutinies, or alien visits, it maybe." Wang Sensen explained.

When Curly Fur heard about the aliens, he suddenly became nervous, "Then let's talk about a fart, flash it!" ”

The bald head glared at Curly Hair, cleared his throat and said to Wang Sensen: "Actually, I may be cured of Ling Mei's illness." ”

Hearing his words, Wang Sensen's expression changed suddenly, "This is not a cold and fever, so don't be joking." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Sensen only felt that his body was fluttering, and he floated uncontrollably with his chair.

His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it was real, and he didn't stop until his head hit the roof of the shed.

With a slight wave of the curly-haired fingers, Wang Sensen moved in the direction he pointed, back and forth five or six times before he fell.

"You don't think we're capable of witchcraft, do you?" Curly raised his eyebrows.

Wang Sensen didn't seem to have recovered from the shock, looked at the bald head in front of him, and stammered: "This is really a superpower, then, what is your superpower?" ”

"Mind manipulation, in fact, I've managed to erase a person's memory." The bald head said seriously.

Curly Hair next to him heard this, and subconsciously took two steps back, "It's really fake, you haven't said it before." It won't be ...... You've already said that, and then erased my memory? ”

"Is it necessary? Besides, this ability is a waste of brain cells, and I'm almost terminally ill, where do I have the leisure? ”

Wang Sensen interrupted the conversation between the two, knelt down in front of the bald head with a "plop", and cried: "If you are really sure, please save my sister, I will kowtow to you!" ”

"No, no, get up! It's a long life! ”

The bald head knew in his heart that even if Wang Sensen did not allow himself to ask his sister for treatment, he was imperative.

After all, the two of them can be regarded as having different dreams in the same bed, although the ending is not very good.

"As long as you save her, I will promise you any request!"

Curly is an orphan, but he can understand this brotherhood. The picture of the heavy snow pouring once again flashed in front of my eyes.

"Curly, curly!!"

It took the bald head more than ten shouts to pull the curly hair back from his memory, and the last few sounds were also shouted directly in his brain.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you want?" The bald head shook his head and said, "Help him wake up Duanmu, and if she is sick, control her." ”

Curly pouted, "You don't really want to ......"

"Hurry up, I already know what's going on outside, and we're running out of time."

When Duanmu was called, he was still a little confused, and in the haze, he saw three big men surrounding him, and he suddenly woke up.

"Brother, what are they going to do?"

"Duanmu, stay well, this is a famous psychiatrist, he will cure your illness." Wang Sensen said as he glanced at the bald head.

But Duanmu's expression was indeed innocent, and he hurriedly said that he was not sick or something.

Her performance is useless in front of the bald head. The ability to see the essence through phenomena has been cultivated since he was an adolescent.

"Duanmu, the next thing you will feel is that your body is out of control, and that is the dark consciousness in the depths of your soul that has been awakened by me. I will use inhuman means to eliminate it. However, a new consciousness will emerge later. ”

When Wang Sensen heard this, why can't this go to the roots? Hurriedly asked him why this happened.

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, but in reality, it is impossible for anyone to completely say that they are good. At the very least, on a certain level, he will also have a little bit of evil. If there is really no evil, no dark thoughts, then there will be no guard, no vigilance against others. ”

The bald head spoke, and his eyes were aimed at Wang Sensen, "Do you think this will be a good thing?" ”

"But...... Will she get worse? ”

This is also the problem that the bald head is worried about, and he has considered it at the beginning, if Duanmu's cannibalistic quirk is removed, the new evil will become even more evil.

However, he still bit it to death, but his palms were already wet.

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Injecting one's own conscious energy completely into another person's brain is addictive.

Because no matter how happy you are, contented, and superior, there will always be unsatisfactory points. These trivial pleasures are the mystery of mind reading.

In the past, when he used mind reading, or manipulated, the subjects were relatively normal people. Friends, family, classmates, colleagues, etc.

But he has never been in contact with a person with schizophrenia, and I wonder if it will go as smoothly as he imagined, as simple as opening a banana and eating an apple.

And Duanmu's uncontrolled pheromones had already taken over the bald head's rationality and desperately drilled into her inner world.

"It's dark."

The bald head "went out of the body" and entered a dark world.

This kind of darkness is different from the night, as if it is coated with some special light-absorbing material, and not a single light can escape.

After walking in the dark for a while, he heard a crying voice.

It was the voice of a little girl, or a boy. In short, the voice is sharp and harsh, and it is creepy.

"Duanmu, isn't it you!"

The bald head tentatively shouted in the direction from which the voice came from, and then the crying stopped abruptly.

In its place, there was a series of strange footsteps.

"Uncle, are you here to pick it up?"

The sudden sound sounded beside the bald head, and he was frightened by a spirit that took two steps back.

"It's too dark here, uncle can't see you", seeing that no one responded, the bald head continued: "That's right, uncle is here to pick you up." ”

"Woo woo......" intermittent cries came from a distance again.

Suddenly far and near, the bald head has an inexplicable sense of confusion.

He trotted in search of sounds, and after a few steps, he noticed that there seemed to be stars shining in front of him. Courage and hope came to his heart, prompting him to quicken his pace.

But no matter how hard he tried, the light still kept a distance. It's like he's always moving.

"Hey, Duanmu, come out quickly, I have to take you back!"

The bald head knew that his time here was a bit too long, and if he continued to spend it like this, he might have to be trapped.

"Uncle, are you going to take me out?"

It's beside me again.

The bald head closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued: "That's right, you have been in the dark world for too long, and if you continue like this, you will be finished." ”

"Woo ......"

The sound was still coming from a distance.

The bald head pondered, you can't always use a routine, if this continues, I won't be able to get out of the universe if it collapses. Thinking of this, he quickly concentrated, and a white light suddenly appeared in his hand.

At the same time, the distant crying suddenly disappeared.

He didn't care about these changes, anyway, he was here to erase consciousness, and those things before were useless.

As the minutes passed, the light in his hand changed into a sharp sword, and just as he closed his eyes and tried to cut through the darkness, he felt as if someone was blowing in his ears.

The voice that soaked into the soul was like a fingernail scratching glass, making people numb, and the bald head subconsciously opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

"Uncle, I don't want to leave here."