bunny in another soap bubble

When Lang Ya woke up, his eyes were white.

When the snow white moved his butt, he realized that his face was covered by a rabbit.

Now the rabbit with its eyeliner is obediently lying on his chest, staring at him for a moment, if it is not for the rhythmic shrugging of its nose, it is no different from a beautifully made plush doll.

Trying to look away from the big black eyes of the rabbit, Lang Ya looked around and found that he was sleeping on a bed in a hotel room.

……what happened……

Lang Ya picked up the rabbit on his body and put it aside, propped up his upper body and sat up.

The clothes are complete, the weapons are complete, and there are no pinholes in the hands and feet...

"Are you awake?"

A voice suddenly sounded from the left, and Lang Ya suddenly pulled out the knife from his waist, and took a defensive posture in half a second.

"...It's you?" Lang Ya recognized the young man with wet hair and bruises on his hands and feet as the poor boy he picked up when he ran away yesterday, but he still didn't relax his vigilance.

Since he was infected, it has been a long time since he tried to let people get within two meters of him without realizing it.

"Hey, don't be so nervous." Tu Zi smiled reassuringly and clapped his hands, "Tang Yuan, come back."

sweet dumpling?

The rabbit snuggled up to his thigh bounced back to the boy's hand, climbed up his arm a few times, then slid into the much smaller breast pocket, and disappeared like mist.

Lang Ya's pupils tightened.

"Are you infected too?"

"Hmm." Tu Zi nodded, walked casually to the tea table and poured two glasses of water, "I'm...um...B category. Are you A category?"

When he picked up the water and wanted to pass it to the man, Tu Zi realized that the man was still pointing a knife at him.

"...Ah." After thinking for a few seconds, he finally figured out what the problem was. "I saw that you couldn't sleep well even if you made a lot of noise, so I surrounded you in my domain without authorization. I'm sorry." He gently retracted the guiding spiritual domain that can filter noise for the sentinel.

Feeling the noisy return of the familiar, Lang Ya gradually controlled his senses within the necessary range, and Fang slowly put away the knife.

"Also," Tu Zi asked Lang Ya to take the water, "Brother, your accumulated mental damage is a bit serious. I'll help you with a brief counseling while you're asleep, but it's best to enter the mental scene for an in-depth treatment, or I Let me check for you now?"

"No." Lang Ya avoided Tu Zi's hand stretched towards his forehead, "No need."

"Then you have something to eat first?" Tu Zi brought another plate of roast chicken with a bright smile.

"No, I don't need it for now." Being watched by Tu Zi eagerly, Lang Ya felt a little uncomfortable. He secretly opened the distance between the two of them until his back touched the wall.

"Oh... okay." The benefactor didn't accept the care at all, and Tu Zi sat on the head of the bed a little dejectedly, "I just want to thank you for saving me."

Although he found that none of his bones were broken when he came back, he really thought he was going to be beaten to death at the time.

To put it bluntly, Tu Zi has never even had his mother beat him up in his life, nor has he ever had a fight with a classmate (not counting fighting each other with mental tactile wires).

"Really, thank you." Tu Zi looked into the other person's eyes seriously and thanked, "My name is Tu Zi, if you need help, please let me help."

Seeing Tu Zi's eyeballs as round as rabbits, Lang Ya's heart softened, and he stretched out his right hand to shake Tu Zi's hand: "Lang Ya."

The young man's fingers were very slender, and there were no calluses and scars. They were smooth and tender hands of infected people who didn't want to go into exile at all.

"By the way," Lang Ya thought a little, "How did you bring me back in the container yard?"

"Oh, there's a tricycle over there..."

"Not this." Lang Ya interrupted: "Since you are also an infected person, why didn't you respond to the shock wave?"

Shockwave?Tu Zi remembered this word, the man in sunglasses who chased them once said to "use the shock wave".

"You mean, you had a headache and passed out because of that shock wave?"

Lang Ya's expression was serious, "Shockwave is a weapon specially made for the infected, and ordinary people can't perceive the invisible waves it sends out, but our nerves will be stimulated, causing intense headaches, and our spirit and abilities will also be disturbed and disordered. You Since it is an infected person, why does it seem to be completely unaffected?"

Tu Zi pondered.

This shock wave sounds a bit like an artificial analog resonance wave.There are similar machines in his world, which are generally used for teaching training or scientific research experiments, and there are also some special entertainment places that will be used after adjustment.However, because excessive output may cause adverse reactions, and it is even more dangerous to cause mental damage to people with immature mental images or images with injuries, so even if there is one in the school laboratory, the teacher will not let it they touched.

Thinking of this, he roughly knew the reason.

Because the sentinels of this world have not been properly cared for after awakening, and they will not have the guidance they should have when they grow up, so their mental picture is likely to have all kinds of hidden wounds, large and small.For example, Lang Ya, just looking at his superficial consciousness, does not know how many years he has not done a good job at the level of mental counseling.

Therefore, in the face of the simulated resonance wave with high output rate, healthy guides, such as Tu Zi, will only feel slightly dizzy and nauseated, and the situation will not be much worse than mild motion sickness; As far as Ya is concerned, he would rather fight the severe pain with his head.

The reason was deduced, but how should he explain it to Lang Ya?

——I'm an honor student from a parallel world, so I know everything?

It sounds like an idiot, and those who believe his words are even more idiots...

"Tu Zi?" The young man in front of him was silent for too long, and Lang Ya felt something was wrong.

Tu Zi straightened his face, and put on Lang Ya's shoulder very seriously.

"Maybe it's because I'm so healthy."

"...What?" Lang Ya, who was used to seeing the world, also stumbled.

"Really, my mental state is very sound." Tu Zi continued to have a straight face, with an expression of "Xin brother will live forever", "On the contrary, your consciousness layer is too darkly wounded, and your mental image must also be scarred, so you can sustain it. Can't stand the shock wave attack. Hurry up and let me heal you, it won't be so hard next time."

Lang Ya couldn't laugh or cry, if he hadn't been in a coma for so long and hadn't been done anything, he would have suspected that there was some kind of conspiracy by Tu Zi to keep him receiving mental image therapy.

"Forget it, you don't need to say it if you don't want to." A person wandering around, always has some secrets that he doesn't want to share with others, "I'll borrow your bathroom to take a shower first." Lang Ya patted Tu Zi's head and uncovered it. this matter.

After Lang Ya closed the bathroom door, Tu Zi's whole face collapsed, worried.

He was really anxious to check the mental landscape for Lang Ya, since he was a child, he had never seen such a bumpy level of consciousness.There are countless craters stretching under the uneven surface. Even after his guidance, they only changed from active volcanoes to dormant volcanoes. The lava that erupts at any time may still flow in the mental image below.

If this continues, fugue may break out at any time.