Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Roach's world of consciousness became unstable, those painful fragments of consciousness continued to grab his attention, he faced the undercurrent of countless emotions with doubt, and suddenly, a clearer and stronger consciousness moved. He was captivated and listened.

He heard the voice coming from the crater beside him, lava surging and a calm thought speaking in a thunderous voice, but the content was very simple. Because it is simple, it is full of power, and there is no doubt, he carefully identified it, it was Du Zhengyi's thoughts, and there was only one wish to ignore it.

Roach struggled to strengthen his mind according to this will, to restrain the sympathy, empathy, fear, and cringe that had become useless, and he first returned to the depths of his consciousness, arming himself from the roots, and stabilizing his mental world. Then he returned to the superficial world of consciousness and began to find the consciousness of the murderer, which was as silent as a pool of water because the subject was in a coma.

Rocky looked into the deep pool, peeling away the emotions on the surface, and in the blink of an eye he was already in the deep pool. He kept pushing away the clutter of consciousness, but there were a few that caught his attention, and they took too much of a prominent place in the superficial consciousness. As if someone was forcing the man to keep remembering something, Rocky thought about it and began to check the consciousness.

After a while, Roach began to swim deeper into the pool, and the deep consciousness kept coming to his face, and Roach did not have time to explore his mind in the form of structure, but continued to trace in the form of a stream of consciousness, looking for the most important nodes in the depths of this person's memory.

Roach encounters a huge vine knot in the deep water, and the contents of the package spread countless branches and leaves in the world's mind. Roach examined the knot closely, and it looked like it was old and spread out in a complex structure, not like it had been implanted. Ignoring these invisible vine structures, he went straight to the core, he unfolded these memories, found that their structures were similar, and randomly entered a fragment of memory.

The world is a little brighter, but far from bright, as if it is always cloudy in these memories. Roach recklessly stretched out his tentacles and briefly merged with the master of his mind, and a wave of intense fear immediately grabbed him, almost causing him to vomit in the world of consciousness.

He looked up in the memory of others and saw a stupid face with a Chinese character that was glaring at him with two huge yellow eyes, and Roach was terrified. Then I thought that this was a long memory, and the reality of the matter had been changed by the mind. It's like a modern oil painting, describing the reality of the heart, not the reality of the world.

Anger burned in the yellow-eyed giant, the world was filled with giants and began to become meaningless, he began to yearn for the end, for death. The belt was pumped, and Rocky shuddered, first with a shame that was more painful than the pain, the shame of being beaten, and then the pain outweighed everything, and the man wailed. Roach shuddered and toned down the frequency of empathy, and soon realized that the subject was begging for mercy from another person.

Roach saw a woman, untransformed, but with a hard indifference and ugliness on her face. She turned her face away and didn't look at him, and the weakness of her heart made the expression on her face extremely tough, "Your father educated you all for your good." Roach winced at the words.

He unfolded the next level of sub-memory, the woman was also trembling in front of the man, she couldn't protect herself from being beaten, but she couldn't stand with her son, blindly pleasing her husband, weak but ruthless.

Roach didn't measure it precisely in the structure, but he felt a critical value. This human spirit is far more sensitive than the average human, and although he can't perceive the world like a mage's telepath, he is close to that threshold. He perceives the hurt more than the average human, and when the wounds in his heart torment him repeatedly, he cannot ask for help like a mage, nor can he save himself like a mage.

He exited the fragment and moved on to other fragments of memory, each one much the same, one fragment after another that made up a desperate childhood.

Roch roams in the abyss of bottomless darkness, where the pleasures of being human are completely absent, and Roach feels the darkness beckoning to him, and he reaches out his tentacles to compare with Roach's pain. Roach chewed on the unresolved anguish in his pain, and Roach stepped back, pushing away the darkness. His path is overhead, he constantly looks back at his world to prevent this darkness from engulfing him, his ego is connected to an anchor that can be trusted, and he distinguishes himself from his surroundings with the consciousness that the anchor evokes.

He retreated towards his own world, and once again encountered the flashing memory near the surface of consciousness, and he hesitated for a moment before dispelling it. Not forgetting, but moving the memory of this layer away from the focus as if it were modifying a layer, he felt that the person's sharp headache was gone, and he should have completely fallen into a calm coma. Someone made him think about it all the time, couldn't rest, couldn't stop, forced thinking made his cranial nerves in an abnormal state all the time. Now, Roach just made what he had been forced to think about, to return to his equal status with other memories.

Last night, Luo Qi completely retreated, returned to the world of consciousness beyond the deep pool, and then cut off the connection with the world of consciousness.

Du Zhengyi looked at him from the side, and as soon as he signaled, Du Zhengyi pulled him up. When the security guards stormed the first area of the dessert shop, Du Zhengyi and Luo Qi disappeared under the red velvet cake.

They appeared behind the pillar on the first floor, Du Zheng threw Luo Qi behind the pillar and vomited wildly for a while, he experienced the operation of entering the world of consciousness today, and then entering the multi-dimensional space, no matter which one he was a little dizzy. Du Zhengyi also suspected that he was a little faint and fainted.

When Roach returned from behind the pillar in a daze, the riot police had run through the gate. Luo Qi walked up to Du Zhengyi, who was observing the police, took a bottle of water that Du Zhengyi must have stolen from the vending machine, and rinsed his mouth. Fortunately, he was not the only one who vomited today, and his appearance could not attract the attention of the police at all.

"Let's talk," Du Zhengyi whispered indignantly, "why don't we know the time, only the location, and still be able to catch up with the incident accurately." ”

"Somebody moved his head," Mr. Rocky said, "as if he was reminded of a piece of social news." ”

"What social news?"

"I remember this, too," Roach said, "about half a year ago, a person with antisocial personality tendencies killed people indiscriminately in a shopping mall. ”

Du Zhengyi was taken aback, "Someone is encouraging him?" ”

"This person has problems of his own, and he naturally has this tendency. But apparently someone managed to keep him reminded of it, and his spirits were still very high, and he didn't completely suppress it after he fell into a coma, as if he had drunk a case of Red Bull in one go. Roach whispered, "Someone has carefully selected a person and succeeded in stimulating him." ”

"Then wait for the investigator to come and trigger." Du Zhengyi said, "This is a demonstration. ”