July 25, 2:12 a.m., School District 10, a garbage disposal plant in a semi-obsolete state, a backyard dump with nothing.

Although there will be no slums in the school city,But this school district is indeed the worst security area in the school park city,Maybe it's because of some instincts cultivated unconsciously,Xue Qiong every time he finally gets drunk,Nine times out of ten, he will unconsciously wander to this area.,As for waking up on the park bench in the seventh school district,It should already be a special case among the exceptions.。

Not that he had spent the longest and most accustomed to such a place, but that he had a subtle sense of security in a place where good citizens would normally stay away... Because even if it is rare to appear here, most of them can be bought with money.

It seems that the factory is really going to close, and under normal circumstances, there should be garbage everywhere, piled up, and there are flies flying in the backyard 24 hours a day, and there is no smell at this time. Sitting casually against the fence at the back of the courtyard, Xue Qiong began to dig out things from the storage space, all the same on the concrete floor in front of her: microwave meat skewers from convenience stores, beer, whole crates of vodka, Erguotou that she had finally found in Japan, Chinese cigarettes, and a mess of dried plant leaves.

Sold the powder to the gangsters, and exchanged it for some grass, and the so-called grass is these dried leaves that sell very poorly, and the official name is... Large-hemp.

However, the money he got was still a little small after all, and he didn't bother to wait for those gangsters to find money, and he didn't care that he should be a dead loss according to the market price, so he just threw away the bag of two kilograms of powder, so he had to go to the high-end entertainment places he was in and out of these days, and the money was completely insufficient.

"Speaking of which..."Xue Qiong said to herself while unpacking the simple plastic bag: "How are these things used?" ”

"Roll and smoke? Or did you just light it and smell it? Or is there a specific appliance that will do? I feel that it is more reliable to roll up..."

"Squeak... Gah..."

The old iron door was opened again with an ugly sound, Xue Qiong had emptied the tobacco in a cigarette, and was patiently stuffing those large hemp leaves into it, and after hearing the sound, he naturally raised his head and cast his eyes there.

A girl wearing a short skirt of Tokiwadai Middle School uniform, wearing military goggles that covered half of her face, and carrying an anti-materiel sniper rifle taller than herself, appeared in Xue Qiong's sight.

There are more clouds in the sky today, so there is not even moonlight, and there is almost no light source here, it is completely blackened, but not only Xue Qiong found that her night vision ability was strengthened again after recovering the consciousness of the main personality, and the goggles on the girl's face also emitted a faint green light, so Xue Qiong was able to confirm her identity in an instant.

But that's my business... Thinking like this, Xue Qiong lowered her head again and rolled her cigarette.

"Someone should have cleared the scene ten minutes ago - Misaka expressed confusion at your presence."

Xue Qiong gestured at the pile of things on the ground that hadn't had time to be opened, "Can't you see that I just came?" ”

"A highly classified project is about to take place, and it is recommended that unrelated citizens like you evacuate immediately - Misaka suggests."

Xue Qiong stuffed the rolled large hemp cigarette into his mouth, lit it, took a tentative puff, and said with a smoke several times stronger than that of a cigarette: "State your confidentiality agreement." ”

Completed the personality reconstruction plan, and turned all his perceptual judgments into a mechanical mode, Xue Qiong, who studied psychology in college for a few years, is undoubtedly one of the people who can best understand the "mechanical thinking" of Sister Misaka, so even if his current situation is very bad, and he doesn't bother to think about anything at all, this sentence will be blurted out instinctively.

Sister Misaka, who didn't know the number, really began to memorize those lengthy and complicated confidential matters word by word, and by the time she finally finished speaking, more than twenty minutes had passed, and Xue Qiong completely ignored the non-stop voice in her ears, and during this time, she hazed three grasses, and at the same time, the wine and snacks in front of her did not know how much was consumed.

After Sister Misaka finally finished memorizing the book, Xue Qiong replied without raising her head: "I accept, okay, do you want me to sign your name and press a handprint or something?" ”

Sister Misaka glanced at the cigarette in Xue Qiong's hand, "The secrecy requirement for specific individuals has been lifted." It's illegal to smoke hemp--Misaka wants to call the police. ”

Xue Qiong snorted, "I don't believe you have a mobile phone." ”

“…..”

Sister Misaka ignored Xue Qiong anymore, climbed up an empty old container with a sniper rifle on her back, stared at the scope and began to debug.

After the fifth, Xue Qiong put down the sixth cigarette that had just been rolled in his hand, and threw the rest of the grass into the storage space, leaning against the wall and slowly relaxing, sliding, but his brows furrowed, "Enough strength is enough, but it's not quite suitable..."

Xue Qiong didn't bother to understand it himself, but he also knew that his body, which was already very rebellious, did have some breakthroughs in front of Da Ma. Although his body is still very strong in the end, except for feeling a little sleepy, all normal people have no physiological conditions.

But almost all drugs have a common effect: hallucinations will occur after taking too much. So those people and things that Xue Qiong couldn't think of with great difficulty in the past few days began to dangle in his eyes in the form of very clear images at this time...

Even some memories that were locked in the depths of his brain, the memories under the fourth stage, the memories that Xue Qiong should not be able to remember under normal conditions, would have a few fragments popping up from time to time.

Other than that, it made him feel sleepy and hungry...

This made him very determined that he would never touch these drugs in the future.

"Pretty hard-working, bastard..."

Under the drowsiness, watching the crazy scoring behavior of those celestial personalities in the StarCraft world, Xue Qiong even scolded and swore so weakly.

In fact, Xue Qiong also understood that at that time, the possibility of her survival... Indeed, the only hope is in the personality of the gods.

But he still couldn't forgive himself, not even the small rhyme that sounded the externally triggered command. Because he vaguely remembered that at that time, he seemed to have inexplicable confidence in the fact that he could live, and occasionally when he calmed down, he would perceive a fact: at that time, he would only put his hope on such an ethereal thing, and he was full of confidence for it, or when he knew that Xiaoyun was going to die...

What is the difference between this and those fools who have never examined their own vision and sense of honor, rather than their own brains, because of the garbage information that has been washed into their brains, when the people around them are getting worse and worse, they can still rely on inexplicable things? This kind of thought, coupled with the responsibility for the death of Bald Head and Xiaoyun, also consciously can't get rid of it, so that he really wants to completely forget those memories.

However, under the normal personality, he is not the fourth stage, and his control of his own will is far inferior to the personality of the gods, so he can't easily delete these memories with a snap of his fingers and a click on the door of his brain, not to mention that these things are considered "major events", and the imprint engraved in the brain is not ordinarily deep...

So, he knew that the only thing he could do was to escape. So he drank, he went to terrorist groups, he went to prostitution, and even today he got what he used to scoff at...

Unconsciously, the whole box of vodka has bottomed out, and today it may be due to the reason that there is a big hemp, Xue Qiong drank it faster than a few days ago.

"Bang!!"

A huge gunshot rang out from the direction of the container, Xue Qiong plucked out his ears and subconsciously looked over there.

The effect of Da-Ma is still there, so that Xue Qiong is now completely lazy and does not want to move, and his defensive heart is extremely low, so even if he knows that the experiment has begun, he can't even get the idea of leaving here.

Misaka's sister fell from the top of the container, and she only had time to use the magnetic force created by the weak LV3 "defective electricity" to absorb it on the container and reduce the impact of the fall.

After falling to the ground, Misaka's sister limped and ran, apparently with a little damage to her legs when she fell. One of her arms has been broken, and she is nowhere to be found with a sniper rifle, and she is still doing simple bandaging work while running, but it seems that she is completely powerless, and the hemostasis effect is not optimistic...

Xue Qiong's back rubbed uncomfortably against the wall twice, adjusted a more comfortable posture, kicked open the carton containing vodka, opened a bottle of Erguo and poured it into his mouth.

(yes...) ）

Throwing the wine bottle into the pile beside him, Xue Qiong raised his head and looked at the night sky with only dark clouds, and suddenly thought of something.

If you don't want your mind to think too much, in addition to being a cow and a horse, there is only eating, drinking and having fun. If you think about it carefully, although he has done everything in the past few days, the "play" part is not the type he is used to preferring after all.

(Or...) Looking for something to do? ）

Xue Qiong narrowed his eyes twice, and in the past few seconds, Sister Misaka ran crookedly in front of him, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

(What to play...) ）

Xue Qiong thought like this, but the courtyard wall around him was unexpectedly pretended to be a big hole, and a white-haired figure moved at high speed, and it didn't seem to lose any speed when it hit the wall, so it swept towards Sister Misaka with the sound of breaking wind.

When the wall was broken, Xue Qiong found that the flying rubble seemed to bury herself and the rest of the wine in front of her, so with an impatient wave of one hand, all the rubble was thrown in the opposite direction by the telekinetics.

The guy who broke through the wall and rushed in stopped when one hand was less than a meter away from Misaka's sister's neck, and when he noticed that the voice behind him was wrong, he turned around, and then saw Xue Qiong who was lighting a cigarette.

"Hey, bargain! How should this situation be calculated?! ”