If you become a monster, you will succeed

Not long after leaving the junkie's tent, Feng Xue realized that it was absolutely impossible to go on like this. There were so many sewers in this city that it was like a maze. Of course, Feng Xue was not worried about not being able to find the exit, but he did. Worried that he pushed back the manhole cover and found himself in Jeston's backyard.

Just as a faint flame appeared in his vision, he looked for the light and went away. Not long after, he saw a somewhat dilapidated tent.

A dirty black man was sitting in front of the tent at this time. He was wearing badly worn but not so dirty clothes. When he saw Feng Xue approaching, he even waved his hand to say hello.

This is not the first time Feng Xue has encountered such a situation along the way, she finally gritted her teeth, forced herself to forget the fact that she was wearing an evening dress at this time, walked forward, spit out fluent Colombian as casually as possible Victorian accent:

"Hey buddy, where's the exit around here?"

Hearing Feng Xue's question, the black man didn't think it was strange that Feng Xue appeared in the sewer in an evening dress, he just grinned, showing his white teeth, and pointed in one direction as usual:

"Go forward, turn left at the first intersection and you will see it."

"Thank you." Although it felt a little weird, Feng Xue thanked her and ran along the path he pointed out. After a few steps, ladders made of steel bars appeared on the wall—in the dark environment of the sewer Next, if you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

"Thanks to me asking the way." Feng Xue shook her head, looked at the ladder that looked rusty red, but seemed to be covered with a layer of pulp, and looked down at her hands. Fortunately, the outer dress of the Phantom of the Opera A pair of white gloves came with it, which allowed him to quickly overcome the psychological burden.

The height of the ladder is not exaggerated. After passing the dome of the sewer, I climbed another ten meters before arriving at the manhole cover. Feng Xue listened carefully and could faintly hear the sound of the vehicle engine and the noise of the street. After thinking about it, He freed his left hand and tugged at the shadow-like cloak behind him, and then pushed the manhole cover hard.

call!

A refreshing, gasoline-smelling wind blows past Feng Xue's face, but here is a narrow alleyway at the corner of the street, sandwiched between two buildings.

Turning his head and looking around, he can even see the wet "balloon" in the corner and the imprints of hands and feet that can be imagined by looking at the location.

He quickly drilled out of the wellhead, and in line with the basic morality of closing the door casually, he put the manhole cover back in place, then patted his hands and waited until the stains on the soles of his shoes were gradually refreshed before walking out of the tunnel.

Then, Feng Xue finally realized the difference between "integrating into the environment" and "reducing existence".

If reducing the sense of presence is to directly make people difficult to be noticed, which can be regarded as an alternative kind of invisibility, then blending into the environment is to make you "be here as it should be".

Just like in the forest, you don't care about the birds on the branches, in the desert, you don't pay attention to the yellow sand under your feet, in the sea, you don't count every drop of sea water, Feng Xue seems to be in this environment. Things are normal, no matter where you are, there will be no abruptness.

If he had changed to the previous assassin suit, no one would have noticed his existence at this time, but now, he is wearing a gorgeous classical dress that is a bit eye-catching, whether he is walking in a dirty sewer or in a modern saint On the streets of Luotan City, I didn't get any strange sights. Instead, I could see one or two passers-by from time to time, habitually raising their hands to say hello to him - of course, there should also be [money printing machine] tag provided [ The influence of the Treasure] element is enough.

"Generally speaking, it has its own advantages and disadvantages with reducing the sense of presence." Feng Xue adjusted the neckline a little, so that the silk scarf would not be so obstructive. Although in terms of concealment, this integration into the environment seems to be much worse, but for herself As far as Feng Xue, who has mastered the ability of "breath blocking", the overlapping ability is not as great as the improvement of blind filling.

But compared to the increase brought by the new equipment, Feng Xue cares more about another thing——

[Money Printing Machine] The growth of the label has stabilized, and it seems to have begun to improve again!

Although there is still a long way to go to make up for his daily consumption, the feeling of fresh [knowledge] pouring in every moment cannot be faked.

"Is it because I escaped from prison, so people who were unable to snatch people from Jeston, but knew of my existence, started to be tempted?"

The corner of Feng Xue's mouth rose slightly. He was not surprised by this situation, but happy. He wished that there would be more people who wanted to benefit from him. If he could have a thousand or eight hundred people, he would not have to think about going back to Infinite City at all. Just find a way to smuggle to Yan Kingdom.

It's a pity that there are not so many such people.

Based on the current level of awareness, it will take him about ten days to condense the [knowledge] of living in reality for a day. It doesn't sound like much, but this is an income of 10,000 towers a day!

However, as long as the high-end resources of Infinity City are basically monopolized by residential areas, even if they have money, there is nowhere to spend it, Feng Xue will be less excited about this income.

"With all my efforts, I can survive for a little more than five days in reality."

Feng Xue felt the passing speed of her [knowledge], and unconsciously quickened her pace. In five days, he would either find a way to return to that door and re-enter the Infinite City to accumulate strength, or, in this short period of time, he would , come up with more big news, let more people remember themselves.

At this moment, Feng Xue suddenly felt that she had a little understanding of those who abused people in the real world. In the final analysis, the birth of the label required too much cognitive strength--Chen Xiyao spent so long, only the moment of emotional outburst He was given a [Chef] label, and now he can be sure that the number of people who are looking for him is definitely not less than three digits, but there is no one among them who provides him with even a new label.

It can be seen that the birth of labels is probably relatively independent for each cognitive person. If the aggregation of labels has a progress bar, as long as no one reaches 100%, then even hundreds of millions of people have reached 99% , and still won't provide labels.

And when does a person develop a strong enough cognition?

At least it must be when the emotions are the most intense, right?

When was the person most emotional?

Dying, desperate, painful, extremely sad... Of course, being very happy should be fine, but the problem is that it is obviously more time-saving and labor-saving to create pain than to make people happy and excited enough to condense labels.

As long as you frantically torture a person in the real world, there is a high probability that you will be able to get a label such as "violent" or "enemy". If you put him back in modern times, there will be more cognitions of the same kind that will strengthen this label. How is that? earned things?

But on the other hand, even if the favorability of people in the real world has been swiped to the point of death, she still has an unforgettable heart for herself, and even generates a label of "Beloved", so the only person who can provide recognition for this label is always this Beloved one person.

After all, it is easy for people to regard the enemies of relatives and friends as enemies, even if the two parties have never met, but in turn, it is difficult to regard a person they have never met as a friend, even if he and his relatives and friends remain unchanged until death .

"It's hard to be a good person, and it's even more so for Wu." Realizing the contagion mechanism of [labels], Feng Xue couldn't help expressing a burst of emotion, and then began to look around, looking for the common use that is indispensable for every urban stream protagonist. ATM...