bunny in another soap bubble

Tu Zi agreed.

But he made one condition.

"I would like you to undergo a mental picture examination and follow-up therapy."

Lang Ya frowned: "What does this have to do with that?"

"Are you planning to use the abilities of infected people to gain an advantage in the game?" Tu Zi pointed out: "Your mental damage is already very serious, and it is dangerous enough to just leave it alone. If you use your abilities intensively, you may be injured at any time." Because of sensory disturbance caused by overloading, and more serious, fugue will break out. At that time, let alone winning, you can’t even continue to sit and compete.”

Hearing that it was related to the competition, Lang Ya finally seriously considered Tu Zi's treatment suggestion for the first time.Just... "What is fugue?"

"..."

Tu Zi lost his strength for a second.

Dare he scare Lang Ya for so many days, there is no such word in this world?

"Mind Wandering Syndrome, a serious complication of Sentinel's ability disorder." He explained with a sigh of relief: "The superficial symptoms are similar to those of ordinary people's fugue. Patients will lose consciousness and control of their bodies, and their behavior is dominated by their subconscious. Fugue is caused by disordered abilities and sensory overload, and patients are easily stimulated and become violent, attacking everyone and things around them, and in the worst case, self-mutilation and death in pain.”

He deliberately exaggerated to achieve intimidating effect.In fact, fugue only lasts for a short period of time at the beginning, ranging from tens of seconds to a few minutes, and the patient will only have an experience similar to that of the soul out of the body.

But Lang Ya was not intimidated at all, "Not all Type A infected people end up like this."

"Of course not!" It was Tu Zi who was intimidated, he couldn't believe that the fatal fugue was a common occurrence: "This can be prevented! Do you want to die at the age of 40!"

"Not all infected people—" Concerned about the nervousness and blueness on Tu Zi's face, Lang Ya swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Okay." He compromised, "I'll let you deal with it." In order not to make any mistakes in the game.

With a long sigh of relief, he lifted the hem of his clothes and took off his jacket, then unbuttoned his trousers——

"Hey—wait, wait." Tu Zi took a few steps back suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"Get ready for treatment." Lang Ya was puzzled, what's wrong with this kid?

"Then what are you undressing?"

"...do you like to come with clothes on?"

"Come? Come for what?"

An awkward silence.

A few seconds later, Tu Zi exploded first.

"Who the hell wants to 'come' with you!" Tu Zi blushed into a tomato, "I'm talking about inspection! Treatment! Healthy, ordinary, well-dressed and sitting treatment!"

Lang Ya, who was already half naked, was also quite ashamed, "I've seen Type B infected people doing relief for Type A..." While explaining, he turned his back and put his clothes back on.

Tu Zi was devastated. He remembered that it was said in the textbook that the fusion of pheromones through intimate behaviors was the first confirmed treatment for disability in history—but he could not have imagined that 80 years had passed without organizational research. , such a primitive therapy is still popular among the whistlers here.

Especially when he recalled how Lang Ya had misunderstood in his mind when he kept urging Lang Ya to receive treatment these days, he wanted to dig a hole to get in.

"—Wait a minute," he remembered one more thing, and a bad premonition arose in his heart, "Then when you just woke up from a coma, I told you that I did spiritual counseling for you, what do you think I did? ?”

"Uh..." Lang Ya didn't answer, but his lips pursed unconsciously, revealing his thoughts.

Tu Zi understood everything.

"...I'll go to the boss to borrow some aromatherapy." He wanted to leave the room to calm down.

The hotel didn't have the kind of aromatherapy that Tu Zi wanted. Between the toilet freshener and the mosquito coil provided by the boss, Tu Zi reluctantly chose a less disgusting smell.

After lighting the mosquito coils, Tu Zi and Lang Ya sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Smell is the most difficult sense to control. The smell of mosquito coils is an indicator to prevent you from being distracted by other smell information." Tu Zi explained, and raised another blanket to surround Lang Ya from head to toe, with only the A face and hands, "the sense of touch also needs to be stabilized. And vision."

When the blindfold was about to be put on, Lang Ya dodged reflexively.

"Relax..." Tu Zi slowly unfolded his spiritual realm, helping Lang Ya lower his five senses.

Lang Ya frowned and accepted the blindfold.

When everything was ready, Tu Zi gently held Lang Ya's hands.

"Listen to my voice, step by step."

"I am a guest you invited, you don't need to be on guard against me. If you want to see off a guest, just gently lift my hand, and I will leave. You don't have to be nervous, and you don't have to be afraid."

Sensing that Lang Ya's mood had softened, Tu Zi closed his eyes at ease, hummed a familiar song, and released his spiritual tactile thread to penetrate into the other party's consciousness.

Lang Ya's level of consciousness has not changed much from when he was doing counseling a few days ago, and there are still one after another craters stretching and smoking on the gray land that looks like a seabed rock formation.It's just that the damage caused by the shock wave has healed itself, and the smoke that comes out is no longer thick with ash, but more of milky white water vapor.

Tu Zi gently waved the steam away.

He just did the spiritual counseling that the conscious level can do a few days ago, and there is no need to do it again for the time being.The spectacle of the conscious level is mainly caused by the instability of the mental landscape, and he must first find a way to enter a deeper level.

The newly erupted steam began to diffuse again.

- Eruption port.

Tu Zi had an idea, wrapped up the scattered tentacles tightly, and dived down from one of the largest eruptions.

"I'll go, puff—cough cough cough... vomit..."

His guess was indeed correct, passing through the eruption vent was the mental image of Lang Ya.But as soon as he entered the scene, he was choked with hot salt water.

The battle between sea water and magma in the closed cave is quite impactful, and it has not been boiled because it is all a mental illusion.

The water level was close to overflowing, and the distance between the dome of the cave and the tumbling water was no more than three feet. Magma flowed out from somewhere on the cave wall, cooled by the sea water, formed new rocks, and filled up the water level by another inch.

The speed at which the magma flows out is not fast, but the boiling and spray formed by cooling has already made the environment chaotic enough.

Tu Zi clung to the ceiling of the cave, and his mental tentacles split into countless hair-like strands, which spread out along the cave wall from behind him.

Everything in the mental picture is just the embodiment of deep consciousness.

Don't be fooled by appearances.

Tu Zi no longer looked at it, but silently felt the news of the spiritual feedback.

Gentle and steady increase in energy—an old wound, not a new one.

The law of fluctuations one after another—the proof that the self-healing ability is still alive.

Sea water, magma... all natural image composition - indicating that the trauma was not caused by psychological injury.

Tu Zi relaxed his shoulders.

Pure ability overdraft damage - that's easy to handle.

Tu Zi gathered the tentacles and carried energy to explore the source of the magma.

"Douding, don't be afraid." "This way!" "Get in the car and leave me alone..." "—Wake up!"

"H-"

Shocking images and news rushed towards Tu Zi, and the flames of the magma turned into a head of bright red hair——

"No!" Tu Zi tried his best to withdraw the tentacles from the magma.

The materialized existence of overdrafted trauma will not have emotions or memory fragments—magma is not where the wounded are.

...Where is that?

The mental tentacles that were temporarily put away were stuck back to the cave wall, waiting patiently for the next attempt.

... wait.

Paste back, cave wall?

"I see!"

Tu Zi didn't move any more, he clasped tightly to the roof of the cave, sending a steady stream of energy to every tentacle behind him.

The cave's rock formations began to crumble.

The fragments fell to the surface of the water one by one, and disappeared in mid-air.

But within a few seconds, the wall of the cave was broken, and sea water and magma frantically rushed to the outside.

In an instant, the sea and the sky are bright.

The endless ocean stretches under the sky, and the magma flowing on the reefs grows slowly. This landscape is not stable, but it is full of vitality.

It turns out that the cave is the real wound. After the ability is overdrawn, the body's self-protection mechanism restricts the mental picture. The insurance to avoid the ability to go berserk, but because the frequency of trauma is too high, it causes mental blockage, which must be opened by external force...

Been taught a lesson.

Tu Zi nodded secretly.

This is a rare case in my hometown.

(It's just...) Tu Zi looked at the flowing magma, (Who left him the fire for these lavas with strong and single emotional memories? That long red hair...)

Rolling his eyes, Tu Zi "naturally" looked around Lang Ya's mental picture.

--No.

Turn around and look up and down and back and forth - and nothing.

Studies have pointed out that the heart has its own direction, and creatures other than one's own spirit body will appear in the mental picture.

It may be an elephant, or a butterfly. Those are just manifestations of love, and they will not be transformed into the spiritual body of the other party until they are bound with their sweetheart.

Tu Zi stared at the sea, feeling unable to restrain himself.

——I just take one look, just one look.

Ok.

The arrow seemed to dive into the bottom of the sea, and Tu Zi quickly patrolled around.

——What, no.

Tu Zi breathed a sigh of relief.

Gone and gone, it's not right to peek into other people's secrets.

Looks good~ but it's so short

Feel like the real game hasn't played yet?

Already played Orz

The real attack is Lang Ya, but the attributes of Unlucky and Daddy (?) haven't been exposed yet.

(Daddy refers to his personality, similar to group dad, nanny, etc... he doesn't really have a baby, if it causes misunderstanding, let me see if I need to change the small gray words...)

Next, the main plot will start. The time limit may not be long enough, but it will not be a trap.