"The fourth way of distortion is ......"

Speaking of this, Bering glanced meaningfully at everyone present.

His tone was soothing and soothing, not so much a lecture as a revelation of some secret story. It's as if some information has been piggyback from the far other side through a rift in time and transmitted to this end.

In such a peaceful atmosphere, everyone thought that Bering definitely had something to say.

However, in the next second, they saw Bering's finger lightly tapping the tabletop, and an unpredictable smile hung on his face.

"The fourth way, that is far beyond your understanding."

Looking at everyone present, Bai Ling said with a smile: "If you want to understand the fourth way of distortion, then when any of you can solve the 'disaster' level xenomorph independently, then come to me." ”

"Only by stepping into that level can we get a glimpse of the hidden truth under the mist. Otherwise, blindly break into the unknown, and madness will follow you like a shadow. ”

It's not that he's exaggerating.

In fact, Bering did know about the fourth way of distorting. However, he also knew very well that this kind of thing was now telling these students that it would only be bad for them, not good.

Knowing too much is sometimes not a good thing.

As for why Bering felt that he couldn't tell them, but still had to tell about this existence?

Is that because it makes sense, of course?

Suspense is the driving force to become stronger, and the so-called growth is originally the process of stepping into a new world after knowing what is happening at a certain stage.

Bering just brought this process forward a little bit.

In fact, he is well aware that the vast majority of people here are unlikely to set foot in that field in the future.

But as long as someone can climb up to it.

It's brutal, but it's also necessary.

In the darkness of the shadows, someone had to carry a torch and lead the people behind like a beacon of guidance.

With this in mind, Bering continued: "Well, that's all for the first part. ”

Ignoring the disappointment of the students in the audience, he leaned back on the lectern and said in a gentle voice: "Next, the second part of the lesson." ”

"You all have pen and paper, right?" "So, lift your pen and write down on paper what you fear most." ”

"It can be a paragraph, a person, an event, or even an abstract concept, such as time, the vastness of the universe, the abyss of other people's thoughts."

Bering's hand pressed on the podium: "Whatever it is, if you think it is what you fear the most, then write it down." Then, drop it into this small box. ”

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As he spoke, he took out a small box from his tote bag.

The small box is closed, with black paint on all sides, with only a notch at the top, giving the overall appearance of a dusty, airtight container.

Pulling a chair from the side, Bering sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and stretched out his hand to point to the box: "Just put it in after you finish writing." ”

The students glanced at each other, and at the same time saw doubts in each other's eyes.

What is this for?

Write down what you're afraid of and put it in a small, airtight box?

Does this make any sense?

Almost all of them showed that meaning.

As if seeing the doubts of the students, Bai Ling sighed: "Alas, forget it. ”

He tilted his head to look at Ding Yan: "Ding Yan, Li Jingwen, Ji Qianqin, the three of you are representatives." ”

The three people whose names were called were shocked.

At this moment, it was obvious that they could feel that all the eyes around them were converging on their side.

These students had been very curious about Ding Yan and the others before, and it was human nature - in an already familiar environment, when they broke into strangers, they would instinctively feel curious and wary.

And Ding Yan, Song Qingci and others were obviously the strangers who suddenly broke in.

So when they heard that Ding Yan and they were related to Bering, these students subconsciously surged up one thought after another.

In the class where their thoughts were turning, Ding Yan and the others also wrote a blank piece of paper.

The three of them glanced at each other, then walked up to the stage and put the note directly into the small box.

The movements were extremely coherent, no one had any problems, and Bering did not stop, just watched.

After the three of them were done, Bering said, "Okay, you probably know the process." ”

"I don't look with my eyes during your delivery. So you can write down what you really are doing without worrying about feelings such as shame or fear. ”

As he spoke, Bering picked up the corner of the scarf again: "Of course, if you are still hesitant about this process, then I can wrap my eyes." ”

"So if I have superpowers like mind reading or perspective, it's hard to see the contents of the note."

After saying all this, Bering rolled up the hem of his scarf, wrapped it around his eyes, and then leaned back in his chair, looking leisurely.

Soon, the students began to take action one by one.

Whether they trusted Bering or not, at least they wrote something on the note.

When the last person handed the note in, Bering also untied the scarf he was wearing in front of his eyes.

Rising from his chair, he grabbed the small, sealed box and weighed it up and down.

"Thirty men, thirty answers, thirty sources of fear in your hearts."

Shaking the small box in his hand, Bering chuckled: "Among these answers, I am sure that there are only three people who really write what you are afraid of. ”

"What other people write is more or less different from your original intentions."

As soon as this sentence was uttered, the students present all subconsciously narrowed their eyes.

Soon, Bering's voice came again: "Of course, I'm not denying your execution. I know very well that everyone who can get into this academy can at least do a good job of obedience. ”

"I say this because you don't really know what you're afraid of."

Bering shook his head: "This is normal, after all, fear is a very subjective thing. Originally, fear is a difficult concept to measure. It could be a parent who hit you as a kid or a bully who used to make you hate. There are so many differences. So it's normal for you not to be able to really write about what you're afraid of. ”

"If you're normal, then it doesn't matter. But you are warriors, thugs who are about to set foot on the battlefield and lick blood from the knife edge, challengers who subdue monsters with violence and cross the rags with courage......"

"It has been concluded that many xenospecies feed on human emotions. And among them, fear is the strongest and darkest emotion. Therefore, what you need is to face your fears. ”

As he spoke, Bering's hand raised slightly.

He threw everyone's boxes with the words on them on the ground.

The corner of the glass box slammed on the ground with a crisp sound, and countless cracks bloomed under the action of gravity, shattering into a piece of glass slag in an instant.

On the gray floor tiles, shards of glass shimmered.

The boot stepped over the glass shard, and Bering's voice was smiling: "So this is the second part of this lesson." ”

"I will show you what true fear is, and then let you use your own strength, or cross it......"

"Or fall before it, and become a stepping stone to victory, and crown those who are truly brave and wise, and offer your respect and future as the way forward for humanity."

With his words.

Suddenly, the wind rose in the classroom.

At this time, someone noticed that at some point, the gray-white mist had been wrapping around the entire classroom.

The mist gathers up with each other, blowing in the face as if standing on the top of a cliff, and the strong wind spreads its wings out from the hollow valley, with an iron-like sharpness that makes people's cheeks hurt!

In the wind made of mist, everyone was blown so that they could not open their eyes.

Only Bering, walking slowly in the wind.

The mist blew his hair, sending the black shredded hair into the air. The trench coat was also blown high by the wind, as dark as a crow's feathers.

When everyone was resisting the wind pressure, Bering's voice came with the wind: "It doesn't matter if three people are in a group or five people in a team, even if they fight alone......

"As long as you can touch the corners of my clothes, then your victory will be counted. As a reward for my victory, I will go to Director Wang of the Countermeasures Bureau and ask him to grant all of you to skip the first grade directly and enter the graduating class, so that you can become the youngest legend of the Countermeasures Bureau. ”

As he spoke, Bering blinked: "Trust me, I have this right." ”

Wang Weizheng will definitely agree.

Because as a well-deserved powerhouse in the countermeasures bureau, he should be one of the few guys who can best understand Bering's ability to deal with difficult places.

This guy's attack power may not be too strong, but when it comes to dodging...... Unless it's a nuclear bomb in the face or a sniper from a few kilometers away, there's really no way to take him!

With this in mind, Bering looked around at the students and said with a smile: "So, work hard." Do your best, even if you are determined to kill me, fall down and get up, to show me your unstoppable tenacity. ”

"Show me your ...... Possibility. ”

The voice fell.

Inside the classroom, the fog was thick and obscured the sky.

An iron-gray mist enveloped the room, obscuring the light from the windowsill.

Between the mist, only the dark coat struck with the wind.