I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

Hearing this sentence, the ninth seat let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Shen Qingzhu asked.

"You have never gone shopping with that woman in the seventh seat. Going out shopping with her is really more tiring than being a slave here." The ninth seat staggered up from the ground and walked towards the house, "I'm going Tell her to go and buy everything before it gets dark, I really don't want to go out tomorrow."

"Are you in good condition?" Shen Qingzhu stood up, "Your mental strength is overdrawn, and you feel like you're about to pass out."

"Well... it shouldn't be a big problem." The ninth seat waved his hand.

Shen Qingzhu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the back of the ninth seat leaving, as if hesitating for something.

In the end, he made up his mind and followed the ninth seat.

He stretched out his hand and lightly patted the ninth seat on the back.

A sense of dizziness caused by lack of oxygen suddenly rushed to the heart of the ninth seat. He rolled his eyes and fell back straight.

Shen Qingzhu reached out to catch him, looked at the comatose pale face, and muttered to himself:

"I said...you're about to pass out."

Chapter 489: Yu'er's Fish

"Is he fainted?"

The seventh seat and the third seat looked at the ninth seat who was put on the bed by Shen Qingzhu, with a little surprise in their eyes.

Shen Qingzhu nodded, "We were smoking in the yard at the time, and he just stood up when he staggered and passed out."

The third seat walked to the bed, put his hand on the forehead of the unconscious ninth seat, felt it for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"His mental power is really overdrawn."

"Cut, this idiot, is he crazy and so desperate?" The seventh seat put away the fan in his hand, rolled his eyes, "Master Yanyu is not here, who is showing such a desperate posture?"

Shen Qingzhu raised his head and stared at the eyes of the cheongsam woman in front of him, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Woman, please be more respectful with your mouth, it's because of people like you who steal and play tricks that our progress is so slow..."

The seventh seat squinted at Shen Qingzhu, "Hey, you two have such a good relationship? Are you starting to stand up for him? Newcomers?"

Shen Qingzhu's eyes became colder.

"Okay, don't talk about it." The third seat said quietly, "Go out, let the ninth seat rest for a while... By the way, the food in the manor is almost finished, the tenth seat, you and the seventh seat go shopping Come back at one o'clock, this time you don't need to buy too much, just a few days' worth, go and come back quickly."

The seventh seat glanced at Shen Qingzhu, snorted coldly, and walked out of the house.

There was an indiscernible flash of light in Shen Qingzhu's eyes.

"Okay... the third seat."

……

laboratory.

Pale golden sunlight shines through the window, casting a faint halo on the silver-white test bench. A young man in a coat is standing by the bench, carefully cutting open the skin of the body with tools.

Jiang Er, who was wearing a long white dress, was sitting in the corner, watching An Qingyu's movements with doubts in his eyes.

She gently floated down from the bookshelf, landed in front of An Qingyu, and blinked her eyes.

An Qingyu recovered from her work, looked into Jiang Er's eyes, was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to think of something, smiled and said:

"I forgot you can't speak, wait a minute..."

He turned and walked out of the room.

When he came back, he had a small dark blue MP3 in his hand.

In this day and age, MP3 players can already be regarded as antiques. An Qingyu rummaged through all the sundries in the attic before finding this rare gadget.

He turned on the switch of the MP3, adjusted the volume, and put it on the side of the test bench.

"The sound quality of this thing is much better than the old TV, and it should be closer to your own voice." An Qingyu said with a smile.

Jiang Er stared at the MP3 and gently raised his palm.

sizzle...

A faint current sound came from the MP3.

"Welcome to FM101.1, this is... zi zi... Welcome to the afternoon story session. The last book said that Qianming, the ninth emperor of the earth, smashed the God Realm, and then... zi zi...follow me with my left hand and right hand Slow motion...Zizi...

You... Zizi, what are you doing? "

The disturbance of the magnetic field made the MP3 signal continue to be disturbed. After debugging for a while, Jiang Er finally connected it to his own channel.

Different from the voice heard on the old TV before, her voice is more real now. It is the unique voice of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, green and full of youthful breath.

An Qingyu held the scalpel in her hand and smiled, "I'm helping you repair your body."

"Repair the body?" Jiang Er looked at the complete corpse, "Didn't you put it together for me?"

An Qingyu shook his head, "That's just for the convenience of transportation, just putting the limbs together is not enough. Your body has been exposed to the air for so long, and it has already rotted on a large scale. I want to help you restore your body to its original state... Return to the way you were when you were alive.

I will erase all the wounds on your body, restructure your muscles, revive your cells, and make your skin glow again...

Although I can't bring you back to life,

But I will make your body as beautiful as ever. "

Jiang Er was stunned.

"This... can it really be done?"

"I can do it." An Qingyu pushed his glasses, "In this world, maybe I am the only one who can do it."

Jiang Er looked into An Qingyu's eyes, bit his lips lightly, "Why did you help me?"

"In order to preserve the physiological functions of your brain, I will use ice to completely seal your body in a short while, not only your brain, but your entire body and appearance will be frozen in a frozen state...

I think your appearance should be fixed at its most beautiful time. "

An Qingyu smiled slightly, "Besides, reviving a dead body is a very challenging thing, and I've always wanted to try it."

His smile is very simple and quiet, like the sunlight falling from the window, and there is no trace of distracting thoughts in those clear eyes.

Even if he was holding a knife and standing next to the corpse, it would not make people feel gloomy or gloomy at all, but it would make people feel like a spring breeze.

Looking at his smile, Jiang Er was in a trance.

"Thank you……"

After a long time, her voice slowly came out from the MP3.

"you are welcome."

An Qingyu lowered his head and continued his restoration work. In his hands, the body full of corpse spots and blood scabs was gradually returning to its original appearance...

Jiang Er sat silently by the side, watching his body rejuvenate in the young man's hands, it was a wonderful feeling.

"I...will I really live forever?" Jiang Er asked softly.

"Do you want to live forever?"

"...I don't want to." Jiang Er was silent for a moment, "I can only move about one kilometer around my body, like a bird trapped in a cage, like a fish in a tank... If I lose my freedom, No matter how long it can exist, it is just a prisoner of eternal life.

I don't want to be a prisoner..."

An Qingyu nodded, "I can understand your feelings, in fact, it is not rigorous to say that it is eternal life..."

He raised his head and looked into Jiang Er's eyes, "It should be said that as long as I live, you will not die."

Jiang Er looked at the young man's face and froze in place.

"My ice will seal your body, as long as the ice is still there, your [Spiritual Field] can continue to operate, and you can continue to exist...

If one day I die, the ice and snow will melt,

After three days, you will completely dissipate. "

The breeze blows slowly from the window, lifts a corner of the pure white curtain, and blows over Jiang Er's nothingness.

She stared blankly at An Qingyu for a long time, a helpless and bitter smile appeared on her cold face.

"So, my fate is tied to yours?"

"Ah."

"But, I don't know your name yet." Jiang Er raised the black hair beside his ear, stretched out his white palm, and said softly,

"My name is Jiang'er, Jiang of Jianghai, and Er of Erhai."

"My name is An Qingyu." He said with a smile, "Yu'er's fish."

The palm of his hand passed through the pale golden sunlight, and it was lightly held together with that nothingness hand.

Chapter 490

"I have a question." An Qingyu seemed to think of something, "Now you should be in the form of a magnetic field, not a soul. Why can you possess Lin Qiye?"

"In a sense, I was not possessed. I just connected my own magnetic field with the magnetic field of his brain to simulate a part of emotional signals and control his behavior. It didn't invade his spirit." Jiang Er He opened his mouth and explained.

"That is to say, this kind of possession of yours can be performed regardless of the realm of spiritual power?"

Jiang Er nodded, "It is theoretically possible, but the magnetic field of the human brain itself is dynamic and will fluctuate according to different emotions. If the frequency of this fluctuation exceeds my adaptation range, I will be ejected by the magnetic field.

And the stronger the mental power, the greater the frequency of their fluctuations, and they can even change their brain magnetic field to a certain extent, blocking my entry. "

An Qingyu was thoughtful, "You can use your own magnetic field to influence other people's behavior, but the duration of this influence varies from person to person... But if this is the case, why did you get hit on the head by Jia Lan before?" Fly? Aren't you disembodied?"

"I'm also very strange." Jiang Er touched his forehead, his eyes were full of doubts, "Since she can knock me into the air, there is only one possibility...that is, she adjusted her own brain magnetic field to match mine. exactly the same.

To do this, two prerequisites are required.One is that her mental power is strong enough, and second, she must have been possessed by me before, and she must be familiar with my magnetic field fluctuations to simulate it... But I have never been on her body at all? "

"Is it a coincidence?"

"……maybe."

An Qingyu nodded, "What did you guys talk about when you were in the office?"