At night, Ding Yan woke up slowly.

The hospital at night feels a little mysterious, and the rattling apparatus is like a hammer in the hands of a blacksmith, repeating itself monotonously with a repetitive, mechanical pattern. The lights in the ward are faintly bright, reflecting the silence of the whole room.

Moving his body slightly, Ding Yan sighed comfortably.

At this time, he had free time to calm down and sort out what happened to him today.

I have to say that what happened today is so strange that Ding Yan even feels that he is still in a dream.

Turning his neck with difficulty, Ding Yan couldn't help but mutter: "It's all better, why do you have to wrap so many bandages......"

As if in response to his question, in the corner next to the hospital bed, a soothing voice like flowing water flowed in Ding Yan's ears: "That's because your condition is strange, and in order to avoid exposing your particularity, you have to take some small measures." ”

The voice......

Ding Yan followed the voice, his eyes widened and he groped in the night.

Soon, he found someone to answer his question.

The man who called himself the "prophet" was sitting on the edge of Ding Yan's hospital bed at this time, with a relaxed and casual posture: "Good evening, I hope I haven't disturbed your rest." ”

"No, I just woke up," Ding Yan replied.

After saying this, Ding Yan couldn't help but stare at the prophet's hand.

He wasn't just staring at the back of the prophet's hands, although those hands were strangely white, but that wasn't the reason why Ding Yan cared.

What really cared about him was what the Prophet was doing.

At this moment, the Prophet held a scalpel in his right hand that came from nowhere, and slashed a fist-sized apple sharply and quickly.

Because Ding Yan's family has a doctor, looking at the prophet's movements now, he feels a little weird - that is, the prophet's knife work is visible to the naked eye. It was as if he had never touched a scalpel before, and even the movement of holding the scalpel was full of mistakes.

Even so, however, he saw that the prophet's gaze was not on the apple, but at eye level with himself, and at the same time his hands were constantly moving.

As he had seen this morning, the Prophet seemed to know where the knife was best to come from, and his movements were smooth and natural.

After thinking about it, Ding Yan said, "Do you like to eat apples very much?" ”

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was well enough, or maybe it was because the Prophet had left such a deep impression on him this morning that Ding Yan began to use honorific titles in the silent night.

Facing Ding Yan's question, the prophet smiled: "It's okay, I don't like it too much, but I don't hate it too much." ”

"I'm just enjoying the process of cutting apples," the Prophet said, "and for me it's a way to exercise my abilities and keep my mind focused." ”

As he spoke, the prophet handed the apple to Ding Yan: "Give it to you." ”

He really doesn't seem to like eating apples very much.

Ding Yan thought in his heart while chewing this apple that was not mellow but full of "art".

Watching Ding Yan swallow the apple into his stomach little by little, the prophet folded his hands on his lap and said gently, "I guess, you are probably at a loss about the current situation. ”

"Although it is said that you are enthusiastic and passionate, but when the night is late and the blood is cold, you will probably start to wonder if you have made the right decision today."

The prophet raised his finger and lightly tapped it on Ding Yan's shoulder: "For example, what will happen in the future if you become like this?" Or maybe the person in front of you is taking advantage of himself.

"Although it may be because of the young man's desire for extraordinary, as well as his own sense of justice, that Ling agreed to the proposal to save the world, but I'm afraid you still have doubts in your heart."

In the face of the prophet's words, Ding Yan just pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Everything that the prophet said before was very right, although this morning because of the enthusiasm of the "times are calling" wrapped his eyes, but when he really calmed down, Ding Yan still felt a little worried.

Worry about whether you can save the world, fear of the pain and danger that you may encounter to save the world, and even ...... Doubts began to arise about the essence of "salvation".

This is undoubtedly human, after all, no one can have absolute trust in anyone else, except their own parents.

Although it seems that the prophet is very mysterious now, and he also has the ability to "see through the future", Ding Yan still has some concerns about this.

It was not a concern for the prophet's power, but a concern for his purpose.

Faced with Ding Yan's silence, the prophet just smiled.

"What's your favorite type of anime beautiful girl?" He suddenly said to Ding Yan.

Well?

Ding Yan was stunned for a moment: "I like ......"

Well????

Ding Yan, who reacted, was directly dumbfounded.

What the hell?!

One second he was still talking about such a big thing as "saving the world", but the next second, how could he turn the offensive to the second dimension?!

Ding Yan once again felt that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the prophet at all, and every time he chatted with the other party, it was like standing on a fast-moving train, with a howling wind blowing in front of him, and every word was touching the heartstrings...... Uncanny.

"Take it easy," said the Prophet, "it's just an anchor. ”

"Just don't worry about speaking out, there's no one else here, and no one will look at you with contempt even if your sexual fetish isn't human."

The Prophet paused for a moment and added, "Of course, our best advice is to establish a correct sexual object. What is the right object of sex, that is, at least a ......"

Coughing fiercely twice, Ding Yan hurriedly said, "Bai Mao, I like Bai Mao!" Or to be more precise, white fur and black skin! ”

As if it was a broken jar, Ding Yan said to himself: "It's best to be a beautiful girl with white hair and black skin in the athletic department, the shirt she wears after strenuous activity is soaked with sweat and protrudes the curve of her body, and the traces left by the mineral water along her neck are clearly visible!" ”

"Very well," the Prophet bowed slightly, "very right. ”

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand and looked at Ding Yan with a smile again: "Then, from now on, remember the girl you imagined." ”

Remember?

Ding Yan looked at the prophet blankly: "Why ......?" ”

"Because it is necessary for tomorrow," the Prophet replied.

"Red Lotus's ability requires emotional manipulation, and tomorrow I need you to deal with the guy who can invade your consciousness."

The Prophet's slender fingers shook gently in the air, and he said calmly, "So I need you to set up a false puppet image in your consciousness as an 'anchor' for procrastination. ”

"Compared to real people, such as relatives and parents, virtual images can be a good way to stabilize your state of consciousness tomorrow. Tomorrow night, that guy will sneak into your consciousness, and the more impressed you are with the avatar, the more real that image will be projected. ”

The Prophet said slowly, "So, do everything you can to build your own avatar, and that's what you're going to do all day tomorrow." ”

Ding Yan looked at the prophet and suddenly felt a little complicated.

What the prophet said to him was like a spoiler for the plot of the movie, and the information that might have required the protagonist to dig hard to find it was so casually said by him, and there was no thrill of revealing the mystery at all.

If this is a suspenseful mystery work, it can simply be called the worst plot arrangement. After all, there is no element of reasoning to speak of, and from the beginning there is a character who can be called a BUG who knows everything.

But this is the reality.

It is precisely because it is reality that Ding Yan feels refreshed!

What is the enjoyment of gambling and the realization of wisdom? If you can use your brain in the real world, it's best not to use it for the rest of your life!

At this time, Ding Yan realized the meaning of the so-called "prophet" for the first time - what is more dependent than a person crushing the future and feeding it to your mouth?!

Even if it doesn't matter what else, this ability alone is enough for countless people to surround him and feed on his ability!

And now, as a member of the "Bright Day", I can be arranged by the prophet like a baby......

It's so cool!

Ding Yan felt like he was taking a bite of watermelon in the summer, and he didn't need to use his brain to a comfortable extent.

He watched as the Prophet got up from his seat, glanced over to him, and said in a deep voice, "Black skin and white hair......"

The Prophet was silent for a moment before he said, "Not bad, I think tomorrow should be interesting." ”

"Then rest well," said the Prophet, "and do not forget what I said. ”

"Whatever you think now, tomorrow I think you'll find part of the answer."

After saying this, he wrapped his scarf around his pale neck, and turned his head to leave.

Ding Yan watched him disappear into the night little by little, as quietly as when he came.

Only then did he fall back on the bed, his arms covering his eyes.

"Whew......" he let out a long sigh.

Outside the ward, the "prophet" Bering carried a handbag, and the indifferent expression on his face could not be restrained for a while.

He rubbed his face and calmed his expression.

It was quite difficult to maintain the indifference just now, because he was not the kind of person who was particularly serious, so Bering was quite painful before.

Especially after hearing about Ding Yan's sexual fetish, Bai Ling almost didn't hold back.

"'Red Lotus Walker'...... I like this type, huh? ”

"It's funny," he thought to himself, "in all sorts of ways. ”

There is a genius who sees the future and exposes the black history at this moment...... A sense of confusion.

As someone who knows part of the future, how can I see the youth of those big people who will be surging in the future when they were young.

It's a fun feeling, Bering thought to himself.