Gene from the 13th Department of Bright City

In the early morning, Frye woke up from his deep sleep. His head ached slightly, but he felt much better. He pressed his hand on his dizzy head. This room was provided for him by High Priest Laika, and it was located in her personal residence.

After Fry got up, he sat in a daze for a while. Why did he come here? Fry still hasn't figured out why he came here. The only thing he can be sure of is that the parasitic plant in his body was attracted by something. Will come.

The civilization of this place is much more backward than he thought. Frye also saw some steam machinery supplies yesterday. The internal compressor uses the internal compressor to compress the water molecules and then generate resonance and finally provide kinetic energy. These are four technologies. Technology existed centuries ago, and some mechanical connections also used plants wrapped in a dark environment as conductors.

This seems possible to Frye, because after the plant-like thing swallows something, it will directly convert the swallowed thing into its own energy. As long as the transformation process is controlled by methods such as willpower, let These transformation products are converted into corresponding energy. In the past in Brilliant City, Frye also conducted similar mechanical kinetic energy research in the Academy of God.

When you open the window, there will be a smell in the air from time to time. Those are the smells of animal feces in the farms. Everything here seems backward and primitive. There is also a huge problem in the barter-for-thing society. If the population grows due to its shortcomings and instability, society will not be far away from collapse.

dong dong dong

The door to the room was knocked open. Mist stood at the door with a smile on his face, holding a piece of fragrant barbecue and a large glass of wine. Frye swallowed a sip and said thank you.

"Thank you very much for yesterday. Without you, I would be dead now."

Frye shook his head, Mist put the food on the table in the room, and Frye ate it without any politeness.

"Where are those people?"

Frye asked and Mist said with a smile.

"All have been arrested and are currently under interrogation."

Frye didn't intend to delve into everything here. Similar things would happen anywhere. It seemed that yesterday's assassination was premeditated, because this was the center of Shimmer City. It happened to be during that time period, and there was no one nearby. There were too many members of the Crows, and although Mist seemed to have good skills, he had no way to deal with so many assassins with sophisticated weapons and equipment at the same time.

Yesterday, Frye subdued them easily. Everyone who saw him on the street was dumbfounded, because everyone was shocked by the absolutely powerful power Frye showed.

Frye didn't want to interfere too much with the problems here. He just wanted to go back to Brilliant City, where he still had unfinished business. He was a little worried about the current situation in the hospital, especially Lolita's situation. In recent years, Lolita's physical condition is becoming increasingly unstable. Although she can be cloned unlimited times, her survival time is getting shorter and shorter each time.

"What's wrong Fry, are you thinking of someone?"

Mist asked, and Frye smiled and continued eating.

"It's okay. People like this always have one or two people in their hearts."

Mist said with a smile.

"I don't have Fry. I have lived here with High Priest Laika since I was a child. She taught me all kinds of things, and in the end I worked for the entire city."

Fry looked at Mist's somewhat sad look and added.

"Then she is equivalent to your mother, right?"

Mist raised his head relaxedly.

"Who knows!"

Fry didn't want to ask anything. He finished eating quickly, and Mist continued to invite Fry out for a walk and introduce him to Shimmer City.

"Where's Miss Laika?"

Frye asked.

"She should be out."

The only thing Fry wants to know now is what method Laika used to control the plant-like plants so perfectly. As long as he can learn this method from here, Fry will immediately return to Brilliant City and complete those tasks. Unfinished business.

After the two left the room, as soon as they came to the hall below, dozens of people wearing crow masks were waiting.

"Go and do your work."

Many people seemed reluctant to leave, and a crow captain immediately stepped forward and said.

"Master Mits, if you want to travel."

"Mr. Fry is here, you all saw it yesterday, right?"

In the end, Mist took Fry out. As soon as they entered the forest, Fry found a place to sit comfortably, while Mist sat beside him.

"By the way Fry, you will leave here."

Mist asked, and Frye was a little surprised. He recalled that when he just mentioned Laika as his mother, Mist's eyes were shaken. In Frye's opinion, this young man looked a little tired. He drank yesterday. Frye noticed it at that time. After all, he is the leading psychiatrist in Brilliant City. Frye has basically understood everything about Mist.

"I can listen to it if you want."

Frye said, Mist was a little surprised.

"I don't know why Fry, talking to you is like talking to a wise elder."

Fry smiled and said nothing. He did not tell Mist that he was already over 80 years old. He and Mist looked about the same age. Fry did not say much about Brilliant City, especially about Death. Life span has been extended two or three times.

"How should I put it? I have been hungry since I was very young."

Frye's eyes became serious. In an instant, he probably knew what Mist wanted to say. It looked like he didn't have a very good childhood.

"In the past, Master Laika actually asked us to learn something when we were hungry, and also asked us to complete certain things before we could eat, but we were always hungry and hungry every day."

Frye did not make too many comments. At this time, a casual remark from an outsider may cause the confidant to collapse what he believes in his heart.

Psychotherapy is not comfort therapy. Comforting words can never solve the root problem, and can even make those with some mental illnesses more uncomfortable because the thing has not happened to the listener.

Seeing Mist swallowing, he seemed to be thinking of something that is still unforgettable or unacceptable. It looked quite cruel.

"Because it's hard to believe, I can't accept it. This is a problem that humans will have, but in many cases, just choosing to believe may make you feel more relaxed."

Mist looked at Frye in surprise, but Frye just smiled and said.

"I'm a doctor, I know a little bit about it, and I've seen a lot of people in this state."

Mist hummed.

"Fry, I'm the last one alive."

Frye realized something. Looking at Mist's appearance, he could only think of one thing in an instant.

"We grew up with many people, many people, but in the end I was the only one left. In this hungry competition, I won."

Fry reached out and patted Mist on the shoulder.

"All the people who reached the top in the end stood on countless corpses. If you can't accept it, or even if it becomes more and more unbearable because of something, it's better to choose to compromise with yourself."

"compromise?"

Frye nodded, stood up and pressed one hand on the thick tree trunk next to him.

"Care too much about certain problems, because these problems themselves are difficult for you to accept, but the problems themselves are caused by your choices again and again. Instead of thinking about right and wrong every day, it is better to think about your current situation. What else do you have?"

Mist hummed and seemed silent. Fry glanced at him. He discovered yesterday that Mist ate very little when eating. He was a very temperate person, and he drank too. Fry It felt strange, but I immediately thought that maybe it was caused by something in childhood. This kind of restraint had become Mist's habit.

Frye took out a cigarette, lit it with a cluster of flames, and took a puff. Mist looked on with some joy.

"It would be great if I could get this magical power."

"There is a way!"

Frye said, but Mist did not ask any questions, but raised his head in contentment.

Frye probably knew what he was thinking about this man who hadn't had a good communication with anyone for a long time. He seemed to have everything that others envied, but in fact he had to endure pressure that could crush him.

People often come through step by step like this. Pressure and motivation coexist. The greater the motivation, the greater the pressure.

"Are you thinking about right or wrong?"

Frye asked, and Mist hummed.

"We need to complete some tasks for food. If we finish slowly, the food will be eaten by others, or we will only be able to eat a little bit. I watched my companions who lived together day and night die one by one and starve to death alive. "

Frye hummed. He probably knew what kind of training, or domestication, it was. Laika needed someone who was excellent in all aspects to be the leader and handle some things for her.

The competition model has been the easiest way to screen out talented people from the past to the present, and the more brutal the competition, the more it can stimulate the inner potential of human beings. Fry recalled everything in the School of God in the past, and now thinks about it carefully, If every student was not competing with each other, they would not be able to grow up in a short period of time, but this would also have a disadvantage.

If you are pressed for too long, your heart will actually become more and more fragile. After all, pressure will consume a person's energy and spirit. These things are not infinite and will one day be crushed by these pressures.

It's just that the way of selecting talents here seems to be far more cruel than what Fry is familiar with. It constantly puts people into desperate situations, thereby stimulating their potential, and finally overcomes the trial and stands at the highest point, but when As Gao Dian gets older, the cruelty in his heart will leak out little by little and affect a person's life. This is what Frye has experienced before. This kind of thing is for everyone. It’s all a hell of despair.

Seeing the anxious look on Mist's face, Frye realized something, and he began to ask Mist some questions, especially during yesterday's assassination, Mist was the leader of a well-trained Dark Crow. , there was no movement at all.

"This is already an early symptom of depression, Mist, you are sick."

Mist looked at Frye in shock, not knowing what Frye was talking about about depression because he had never heard of it before.

"Come on Mist, come back with me first, and have a good talk with me if you want."

Mist looked at Fry doubtfully.

"Have you ever thought about death?"

Mist hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"Let you be my first patient here, Mist. Your condition is very serious. If you continue to work, you will die."

Frye has seen countless patients with depression, most of whom ultimately chose to commit suicide. There is no drug that can treat this disease. If you cannot get out of the depressed atmosphere, you will definitely die.

Soon the two returned to the house, and at this time a man wearing a crow mask hurried over.

"Lord Mist, High Priest Laika wants you to come over."

Mist nodded and followed.

"Can you let me come with you?"

Mist hesitated, knowing that there must be some important order for him to carry out.

"You are sick Mist. If you fail to realize how serious this problem is, you will live in pain and suffering for years to come and eventually die."

Mist nodded.

The two went up the stairs directly opposite the hall. Mist led Fry and walked to the right. After a while, they came to a dark corridor on the second floor. Mist walked over and walked in a familiar manner. The door to a room opened in the darkness, accompanied by rustling sounds and a faint light blue light. Mist knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Why did you let Fry follow you?"

Laika's voice sounded a little tired, and Frye took a step forward, but at this time a large number of black and red tentacles stood up.

"Fry, please leave, now"

"Mist is sick, Miss Laika."

Laika, who was opposite and enveloped in a faint blue light, looked very impatient. She looked at Mist, who was kneeling on one knee with her head lowered.

"You should tell Mist earlier that you are sick and let me help you relieve your pain. That's it."

"Please stop, Miss Laika."

Fry stretched out his hand to block some of the tentacles reaching for Mist.

"He's not sick physically, he's sick mentally."

Laika said with a smile.

"Everyone here is mentally ill to some extent."

"I have just diagnosed Mist as suffering from depression. I suggest to Miss Laika that you let Mist take a good rest. If he continues to work, he will die."

Laika looked at Frye in surprise.

"I am a psychiatrist and the leading doctor in the city where I come from!"

The tentacles intended to touch Mist's body began to retract.

"You go out first Mist."

Mist left and closed the door. At this time, Frye looked at Laika seriously.

"It seems like this disease existed in your time."

Laila nodded, her expression slightly sad.

"Depression! Why Mist?"

Frye sighed helplessly.

"There should be a lot of depressed people here, in such a depressing and dull city."

Laika nodded. Suicides have always been common here. Laika also knew what happened, but she never told anyone that it was caused by mental illness.

"Although faith can sometimes transcend everything, especially unwavering faith, what is needed to build this faith is stories that can inspire people again and again. But what about people's perceptions? Miss Laika, have you considered Have you ever? At some point, there will always be people whose cognition goes beyond the control of their beliefs, and once these people recognize something clearly, it is easy for the deep-rooted beliefs in their hearts to begin to shake, and then collapse bit by bit."

"Are you accusing me Fry?"

Frye shook his head.

"I'm not blaming you, Miss Laika. Mist is the leader of the Dark Crows who you have worked so hard to train. He is only 30 years old now. If it's convenient, can I ask about the next leader?"

Laika said after thinking quietly for a while.

"Still developing."

"Miss Laika, I hope you give me some time. I have a way to completely cure Mist, but now."

Laika said with a somewhat angry expression.

"We'll talk about it after this operation. Okay, Fry, you can leave."

Frye could see that Laika was in a hurry, as if there was something big that needed to be dealt with.

"Let me replace Mist, Miss Laika. I am strong enough to handle everything here."

"Why?"

Laika looked at Frye who was smiling in shock.

"Because I don't want to see a poor patient going to work when he is sick. As a doctor, I will never allow it."

Laika laughed.

"It seems that you are a very good doctor Fry, but this time things are a little complicated."

"You just need to tell me the target, and ask your men to help take me there."

Laika slowly moved in front of Frye, staring at Frye.

"I need Mist to lead the elites of the Dark Crows to destroy some rebels."

"I can defeat them, but I won't kill them. It's your business to deal with them, okay?"

Laika hesitated for a while and then nodded slightly.

"If you can subdue them all, the number is huge, thousands of them."

Fry smiled and nodded.

"Just give me a few days. No one here can pose any threat to me."

Frye said as he raised a hand, and a scarlet particle floated out of his fingertips.

"Go and explain to Mist, I will take you there directly, because I cannot move in the light, and those rebels are in the light. Do you have any requirements or conditions? Fry?"

Fry thought for a while and then said with a smile.

"Although I really want to know how you control this kind of plant, Miss Laika, I don't need any big reward. As long as you can cure Mist, it is enough."

Laika hummed, and then Frye left the room. Laika looked at the man in disbelief. Although Laika had hesitated repeatedly before, this time the problem would not be a small one, and many people would die, but Now we have to eradicate those rebels.

If the rebels continue to be rampant, they will not be able to deal with them. They are very aware of the weaknesses of the priests. The last time they attacked the garbage dump, three priests died.

In the eyes of the rebels, Laika knew very well that he was just a monster, not a messenger of God. Laika could no longer spare much energy to manage everything in the city. He was resisting the monster in his body every day. It had already She is becoming more and more hungry. Laika knows very well that if she continues like this, she will swallow her up. But before she is swallowed up, she must solve the current problems, re-plan everything in the city, and finally give herself the power. Only the blood of the city can continue to survive.

The reason why Laika takes this issue so seriously is because the bloodline that was stolen must be brought back.

"Fry!"

Mist looked at Frye in shock. He didn't know what to say, and suddenly felt a warmth in his heart.

"Miss Laika has agreed to my request. Just take a good rest, Mister. I will complete Miss Laika's mission on your behalf."

"No Fry, that's too harsh. Those rebels are not just weak and incompetent, they"

Fry laughed.

"Maybe you don't know how strong we mutants are. If you believe me, take a good rest. If you have nothing to do, you can go for a walk in the forest every day, or go to a pub on the street for a drink."

Mist didn't know what to say. He looked at Fry gratefully. He really didn't want to continue to perform some Laika tasks, because although each task was different, the nature was the same. He wanted to go Kill some people.

Every time Mist would think of his childhood, in that cage, one by one his companions who grew up with him fell. Mist clearly knew that although he did not kill them, he did so because he was more powerful than them. His ability has been tested again and again, and he just wants to survive, especially as the food will decrease with the number of people, so if he wants to survive, he must be better than others.

"Don't worry about me Mist, I will help you complete the task, and then we need to start treatment. This is a more painful process, but you have to have confidence in yourself. Trust me, I will cure you."

Mist kept his head down, not knowing what to say.

"Just think of everything I've done for you as God's blessing on you after you've worked so hard for so many years. There's no need to feel any psychological burden."

After finally seeing Mist nod his head, Frye smiled happily, turned around and started walking. After a while, Frye came to the edge of the forest territory, where the light could barely touch, some The black and red tentacles wrapped around Frye, and then lifted him up, becoming like a chair with Frye fixed on it.

"Going through Frye."

Frye nodded.

"I have a request Miss Laika!"

"I know, I'll tell you something about this stuff."

A gloomy voice came from behind, and Frye shook his head.

"I only hope that Miss Laika can cooperate with the treatment. Only with your participation can I have a way to cure Mist's depression. This is very important. If you don't participate, Mist will die."

Laika was a little surprised.

"I promise you!"