At that moment, Expert Huang's teeth grinding could be heard from three meters away. But Dr. Kou's nerves are too thick, I am afraid that even if the iron pestle is ground into an embroidery needle, he will not look back.
Instead, He Xiaozhi shivered inexplicably. The blood that had just been flushed by Dr. Kou almost leaked out, and withdrew from Kou Tong's hand, and snorted like a mosquito: "I... I'll try my best."
Yao Shuo glanced at Kou Tong and said very rudely: "Then your goal now is to use some method to get that so-called 'magician' into a mirror, but since you have seen you through the mirror with your own eyes Disappearing, I don't think that thing will obediently approach the mirror even if it only has a papery brain."
Kou Tong explained kindly: "It doesn't have to be a mirror, it can be anything that has a reflective effect, such as a puddle of water on the ground..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yao Shuo interrupted him again unceremoniously: "Then how can you guarantee that he will be stuck on the second timeline? The mirror was broken the moment you entered last time, how did you break it? 'a pool of water?"
His tone is very aggressive, even if it is used to train his son, he can almost train a teenager with adolescent problems.
Huang Jinchen felt very unhappy when he heard it, and he didn't want to bear him a sentence: "Can't you use mud to paste it if you can't break it? Don't be too rigid in thinking of the elderly."
Kou Tong originally wanted to laugh it off, but he was "maintained" by someone in the middle of it. He could only keep a smile on his face, took a deep breath, pretended that he didn't hear anything, and turned to the next one. Topic: "Mom, take Manman to bed, it's not good for children to stay up late."
How virtuous - Huang Jinchen thought moved.
Manman was already very sleepy, Kou Tong's mother picked her up and glanced at Kou Tong before speaking, she always seemed to feel something vaguely, sometimes Huang Jinchen felt that she was not a person, but Kou Tong A part of his body is just in the body of a woman he misses.
It is common sense that every normal person understands that a person cannot be resurrected from the dead.
Kou Tong half-pulled her into the bedroom, and whispered: "There are so many men here, you don't need to worry about it, rest early, otherwise wrinkles will grow, not to mention a few crows will not let the sky fall, really I'm still carrying it when it collapses."
Kou Tong's mother suddenly stopped at the door and glanced at Kou Tong quickly. There was water in the eyes of the mother and son's astonishing opposite. , He froze for a moment, grabbed his forearm subconsciously, watched his mother put down Manman, and the door in front of him closed gently.
"No one understands what the truth is better than himself, so after the subject of consciousness is in the projector for a certain period of time, the subject itself will know better than anyone what the deep meaning of those seemingly bizarre things represent."
This is a sentence written by himself on the title page when the large boiler was designed.
… about the things you thought you didn’t know, but you know.
Kou Tong was suddenly patted on the shoulder, he suddenly came back to his senses, and saw Huang Jinchen standing there with a smile and a small white tooth, and said with a hilarious face: "Bao..."
He didn't say a word until his face changed suddenly, he pulled Kou Tong's shoulders, glanced down quickly, and then pulled him into the study a little stiffly: "Come here."
When the voice fell, he slammed the door unceremoniously under the watchful eyes of Yao Shuo and He Xiaozhi.
Huang Jinchen's expression was terrifyingly serious, but he moved gently away from Kou Tong's hand that was clutching his forearm.
"Let go." He said in an almost commanding tone, Kou Tong gasped a little, and slowly released his fingers, exposing his entire arm, the blood was almost on his fingers It came out of the seam and soaked the sleeves of the shirt.
Huang Jinchen bent down, rolled up his sleeves very carefully, and frowned fiercely.
The old scars on Kou Tong's arms were all turned up for some reason, as if someone had slashed again with a knife... No, it was as if time went back to the moment when his skin was just scratched, and the scars became The wound smelled of human blood, making the complexion on his wrist almost pale, extremely terrifying.
"Don't move." As if dealing with a major accident, Huang Jinchen didn't have time to ask the reason for the inexplicable wound, and pressed Kou Tong on the chair, "Shh, let me see first—is there a first aid kit that can handle wounds? ?"
"In the drawer under the table." Kou Tong said.
Huang Jinchen swiftly pulled out the first aid kit, stopped the bleeding with ease, and handled the wound very neatly. This time, he didn't deliberately let go, because Kou Tong could bear the pain, but if the blood continued to flow, he might suffer. Not anymore.
When the bleeding stopped and wrapped around his arm with a bandage, Huang Jinchen asked, "Does it hurt?"
Kou Tong shrugged: "It's within the tolerance range."
Huang Jinchen recalled the shape of the wound, and suddenly felt a lot of pain, so he quickly turned his attention away and asked him, "What's the matter? When did it get hurt?"
"Just now." Kou Tong was silent for a while before whispering, "Generally speaking, space will not actively harm the main body of consciousness, unless..."
"Um?"
"Unless the conscious subject is, for some reason, on the verge of collapse."
When Kou Tong said this, he was very calm, so calm that Huang Jinchen was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was referring to, so he squatted down at Kou Tong's feet, raised his hand to put Kou Tong's forehead, and gently put it on him. The hair on his forehead was pulled away: "What's the matter with you? Tell me?"
Kou Tong was silent for a while, as if he was making a long and difficult decision. After a while, he shook his head lightly but firmly: "No, I don't really want to say it."
Huang Jinchen sighed, but the expression on his face was not as straightforward as he usually does. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was staring at Kou Tong's forearm unconsciously for a while, then slowly stood up from the ground, and then Sighed.
Kou Tong raised his head to look at him, Huang Jinchen took out a piece of paper from the side, pulled Kou Tong's other hand very naturally, and slowly wiped the blood between his fingers.
"I'm a little sad," he said.
Kou Tong laughed lightly, his lips were white, and the smile seemed a little fragile, but Huang Jinchen didn't look at him, just lowered his eyes and said: "Really, I'm a little sad, just like I show love to you, run around Come here, but you are saying where did this thing come from, where should it go, and it's like kicking me away."
Kou Tong said: "I didn't, I accepted it."
Huang Jinchen raised his eyelids lazily and glanced at him, and immediately stopped all the words below Kou Tong.
Then he turned around and walked out. At that moment, Kou Tong could see a bit of loneliness from his back. Like a big dog who was clearly strong and was gently kicked by its owner but always whimpered and shrank to the side with its tail tucked in, he suddenly felt a little distressed for no apparent reason.
Kou Tong lowered his head and raised his head, and said, "I can't tell."
Huang Jinchen paused.
"If a person is clearly aware of his psychological imbalance, and he knows how to face it positively and seek a solution, we usually think he is healthy." Kou Tong moved with some effort and was wrapped tightly by Huang Jinchen Solid arms, "so in addition to some physical lesions, many psychological problems start with a fact that we don't want to face."
"Not wanting to face it is an instinctive self-protection, because the subconscious thinks that this problem can't be dealt with by oneself and will suffer great harm, which is why some people collapse when they are forced to touch the truth that they avoid. ."
His tone was very flat, almost as if he was talking about his own business: "So usually at times like this we stop the projector, it's only responsible for 'finding the problem', and the problem needs to be solved in the real world. But now I can't get out, and I can't collapse, the common consciousness projection of the seven people is very balanced and very fragile, once this balance is broken, I'm worried that something that I can't control will happen."
Huang Jinchen was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay."
Then he pointed outside: "I have an idea to discuss with them how to deal with that magician."
- Accepted his explanation and agreed to reconcile.
"He's the start of everything, he's incredibly creative, and in a way, he's going to be a little aggressive. That's probably why the little girl brings him to the front."
Huang Jinchen's gun was replaced with another kind of bullet - according to his own claim, this thing is called "Ghost Fire Bullet". When each bullet breaks through the air, it will suddenly explode when it hits its first target. , set up a fire dragon, and the crows that were chasing the fire were desperately serving as the fuel for the fire.
The fire raised thick smoke in the night sky. And the person who shoots will never stay in place for a second, he can disappear in the blink of an eye.
"The crows that tend to fire are like a kind of extreme darkness and extreme light. They are strongly attracted to each other and merge with each other. However, once the fire is stronger than the crow, it will not be extinguished by these papery things, but will burn more and more. Intense, this will become an endless cycle, one side wins the other, this is what the magician doesn't want to see, but he can't stop it. If the balance is broken, and mutual growth cannot be achieved, it will inevitably overcome each other."
The figure of the magician suddenly appeared in the night sky that was about to break, and a woman screamed in the distance: "Kill him! Kill him!"
But Huang Jinchen's figure disappeared again - no one knew where he appeared and how to hide.
The magician's body was suspended for a moment, and suddenly "floated" in one direction. Countless crows followed behind him.
"And his prototypes are craftsmen, hawkers and entertainers, so his aggression is not face-to-face, he must be good at deceit and likes to play tricks."
I don't know how many crows suddenly brushed past a big tree, and even scraped off the canopy of the big tree. The man's agile figure was exposed from it. As soon as Huang Jinchen's figure was exposed, he almost immediately jumped off the tree and slammed to the side. Go away and shoot the magician.
bingo.
The ghost fire bomb hit the target and started to burn, but the magician stood motionless less than ten meters away from him, letting the flames roll around his body.