Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

Not only does it affect individuals, it can also affect groups.

Asakami Fujino blurted out:"Is it group hypnosis? But the accuracy of large-scale group hypnosis will become very low, right?"

"After all, there are connections between groups. If there are any memory paradoxes in this connection, it is easy to form loopholes...."

"You misunderstood, Fujino."

Feng Jianxi shook his head and said:

"The hypnosis you understand is still on the level of daily reality, but many categories of magic are incomprehensible to everyday people."

"For example...."

"The food in this restaurant is delicious...This is an evaluation and conclusion drawn from the judgment of many people."

"It is the same understanding that different people gain after practicing. Then this understanding can be called dogma, or a fact."

"The banknotes in our hands are essentially just low-value paper. However, on this basis, countless people agree with the value given to banknotes. Therefore, banknotes have value."

"What I mean by a truly superb hypnotist on a mystical level is that his group hypnosis starts with results."

"For example, he has tampered with people's consensus on this store - this store is terrible, so all the diners who come to this store will think that the food here is terrible."

"Directly bypassing the process of cognitive formation, but directly performing hypnosis based on the results of cognition."

Asakami Fujino's eyes widened. She understood Kazama Yu's explanation.

"Doesn't this mean that the hypnotist has the power to define everything in the world?"

Things that are commonly known by convention, such as what water is and what fire is, are common cognitions formed by countless individuals in practice, and provide human beings with their own definitions for everything in this world.

If these things that are commonly known by convention are not Being able to form a unified definition will be a huge disaster for the group and society. For example, some people think that water is a flowing liquid, while others think that water has no physical object.

People have the same noun in their cognition, but the objects behind the noun are completely different.

If this cognitive synchronization cannot be achieved, it will be impossible to pass on the knowledge that needs to be accumulated and iterated. Fujino couldn't help but think of the mythical story recorded in the Bible.

Long ago, human beings were a complete whole. They built a tower called the Tower of Babel in order to stop God. Humanity's plan was to make humans speak different languages so that humans could not communicate with each other. Therefore, the plan failed, and humans have been scattered since then.

Dividing groups is a great power that only God can possess. If so, the hypnotist can really tamper with it. The overall cognition of human beings is no different from gods.

No, if human cognition can be defined, this kind of existence is a god to humans.

"God, if according to human understanding, that guy can indeed have a relationship with the 'god'"

"But he's just a false god...After all, being able to tamper with perception does not mean affecting reality. God can create the world and create matter out of thin air. But that guy couldn't do it."

He and Asagami Fujino learned about the hypnotic suggestion ability in the mysterious field, and the rice bowl in front of them was no longer as hot as when it was just served.

"Let’s eat first."

Feng Jianxi said, then took a spoon, took a spoonful, and put it into his mouth.

Feng Jianxi nodded.

It tastes really good........................

——bump!

There was a sound from the next room, as if something fell to the ground.

Maybe it’s the picture frame on the cabinet.

Yan Tiaoba's hazy consciousness subconsciously told himself.

The time should be almost twelve o'clock now, and Yan Tiaoba had just returned from working overtime at the shop where he worked. After returning home, his exhausted body immediately fell on the bed in the bedroom. It should take less than ten minutes to fall into light sleep.

The noise did not awaken Yan Tiaoba's consciousness, and he soon fell into sleep again.

But not long after, the paper door connecting the bedroom to the next room was suddenly opened.

The noise caused was loud, as if the person pushing the door had some kind of determination. who is it?

Pulled back to reality from his shallow sleep again, Yan Tiaoba opened his sleepy eyes.

The lights in the bedroom have been turned off, and the light outside the door is reflected in the dark bedroom. The huge light difference makes Yan Tiaoba narrow his sleepy eyes.

He saw a shadow standing at the door, facing him

"-bar...."

A gentle call, that is the tone a mother would have.

The sound awakened Yan Tiaoba's somewhat heavy consciousness, and the scenery printed on his retina gradually became clearer.

My mother was close at hand, but instead of having a gentle smile on her face, she had a nervous twist.

Yan Tiaoba had never seen such an expression on his mother's face, which made him extremely frightened.

What frightened him even more was that his mother was holding a sharp knife in her right hand, and blood was dripping from the tip of the knife.

The dripping blood left a trail of blood stains on the floor of the room. The end of the blood stain was his father's body on the low table in the living room.

My father was lying on the table, his head just facing him, his pale face full of disbelief.

Blood continued to seep out from under his father's body, turning the top of the low table and the floor under the table red, as if it was a broken faucet.

At this time, the mother spoke again:"Ba, go to hell."

She raised her arm and rushed towards Yan Tiaoba, stabbing Yan Tiaoba's chest with the sharp knife, one after another.

Yan Tiaoba had no ability to resist, his consciousness gradually became heavy, and his vision gradually became gray.

Before everything in front of him completely fell into darkness, the last thing Yan Tiaoba saw was���The image was of the mother pulling out the sharp knife and then putting it against her throat.

The scene suddenly disappears.

Yan Tiaoba opened his eyes and got up from the floor.

He was in a small apartment of more than fifty or sixty square meters.

Looking around, the room was empty, not even a sofa or chair. The only furniture is a refrigerator and a wardrobe.

Had another nightmare.

It was indeed a nightmare, but after experiencing scary things many times, you gradually get used to it.

As long as he sleeps, Yan Tiaoba will have such a dream.

It's like an inescapable cycle of reincarnation, in a family of three, the mother murders her husband, and then her son.

But he has escaped from this reincarnation, realistically.

Before the reincarnation in the dream happened in reality, he had already killed his parents.