As soon as I finished this sentence, I never thought BuJin would reply like this. I heard her say, "OK, then go right."
I was even more at a loss when she said this, so I said, "Oh, no, no,no. I didn’t mean that. I wanted to know what you said about going left."
Bu Jin looked at me and said with a straight face, "I’m just talking about which side to take. In that case, it’s up to you to decide."
I was a little at a loss when Bu Jin threw her decision into my hands. I knew some superficial psychological knowledge. I knew that this conversation between me and Bu Jin was a test of psychological process to a certain extent. The original Bu Jin made a path, but I doubted the path she chose because I doubted her identity. When Bu Jin learned about it, she did not give an explanation, but unexpectedly threw the decision into my hands-I chose whether it was left or right.
This is a difficult psychological game. After a long struggle, I finally made a decision and said to Bu Jin, "Let’s follow your route and turn left."
Bu Jin’s expression remained unchanged. She nodded and said, "Then go."
I followed Bu Jin out of the end of the corridor. At this time, I looked to the right and couldn’t help but gape. At the end of the corridor, there was a dead end on the right. I looked at Bu Jin, but I found that she seemed not to notice the situation at all and still walked forward by herself.
Something’s wrong, something’s wrong, nothing’s right. I’m getting stronger and stronger. I guessed this BuJin before. She must be a fake. She must be a BuJin in my fantasy, not a real BuJin.
Then I found a problem, which is probably the trigger point of this illusion, and that is sound! Accurately speaking, the so-called sound here refers to a kind of psychological suggestion, which is a skill similar to psychological hypnosis. A person who hints and guides you through words is likely to have an impact on you that you can’t measure.
If the trigger point of illusion is really a sound, then the trigger point must be that curator Lin is not wrong, because several of us haven’t talked to anyone since we entered the museum, and curator Lin’s frightened and cautious tone and words brought us a tense and depressed atmosphere.
Moreover, I remember that curator Lin was the first to say something unusual around after leaving the room where the golden staff was hidden, and then several of us went to the darkroom. It was also the first curator Lin who said that there seemed to be a figure at the end of the darkroom. After that, several of us closed our eyes and rushed out at me. It was only because of the shouting of curator Lin that we found ourselves in the museum hall. At this time, although curator Lin disappeared, a strange old man in a wheelchair appeared in the museum hall. He was probably the forest hall in my dreamland. When he chased me crazily and I was about to run out, the old man behind me once said to me, "If you don’t stop, there will be no end to the road", and I listened to this sentence at that time. I stopped and turned to give him a punch, only to find that I was already in the glass cabinet of the museum. After the tourists laughed, curator Lin appeared again. He told me to tell him how I got in, so he would let me out. At this time, I tried to get rid of this dreamland, so I created one in my dreamland. A BuJin killed curator Lin, but when I woke up, I immediately fell into a second illusion. This time, curator Lin became a BuJin, and the end of the corridor gave me another psychological hint and pressure. This time, I fell into the trap set by him again.
All this can be explained. Every move I have made since I entered the museum has been made according to curator Lin’s psychological suggestion and pressure. I probably fell into his illusion. It seems that I underestimated curator Lin’s strength. I don’t know why he wants to exert illusion on us, but one thing is certain: he didn’t follow any good intentions.
Chapter six people
Chapter six people
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Now I’m not that ignorant Fan Peixi (although Fan Peixi is just a code name to me now). I know the principle of how to act with people like Zhang Hefang, that is, carefully reasoning and demonstrating that when you get your own answer, you will never hesitate and be bold again. Weak psychological quality is necessary in this circle, and you can be bullied.
I took out a short knife in my trouser pocket and rushed to Bujin in three or two steps. At this time, when I turned around, I didn’t think much. A short knife directly pierced her throat, and I heard a "straight" blade poking into her blow-bomb, which could break the skin, and a generate of boiling blood sprayed my face.
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"ah! ！” I woke up screaming, my forehead was covered with sweat, and I gasped and found myself shaking.
I got rid of my head and found myself in a van with vast fields on both sides of the window and a straight road as far as the eye can see.
What’s going on here? Is this another fantasy?
I looked around this time and found that there were ten people in the van. They all stared at me intently. The first person was Zhang Hefang. When he saw me wake up, he walked over to me and said, "Fan, you finally woke up."
I saw a car full of people, among whom I know Bu Jin, Zhang Hefang and Professor Li Zhongkai. All six of them are unfamiliar faces. I remembered the arrangements made by Zhang Hefang before. According to Zhang Hefang, we should have many elites and ten people in all. I’m afraid these ten people are all in this van.
"What’s this all about?" I asked, "Is this a fantasy or the real world?"
Zhang Hefang said with a smile, "This is the real world."
"Why should I believe what you say?" I asked.
I didn’t expect that when I said this sentence, it attracted a burst of laughter from all the people in the car (except Bu Jin, of course). A young man with a pointed face and glasses and a lean white face smiled and said, "Boss Zhang is not as stupid as you said."
Zhang Hefang smiled, and I could see from his eyes that he admired the white-faced young man. Zhang Hefang told me that "everything around you in the dreamland can be controlled by your consciousness, but this situation is impossible in the real world."
I’ve thought about my previous experience, and it’s true that when I tried to assassinate Bu Jin in my environment, I inexplicably got a short knife in my pocket, but now I put my hand into my trouser pocket, but there is nothing.
I naturally didn’t escape Zhang Hefang’s eyes with this small move. He looked down at my hand and smiled and said, "What about Fan? Am I right?"
I nodded silently and said, "How can we meet? Where are we going now?"
"We are going to the lost altar in ancient Shu," Zhang Hefang said. "When will we leave the museum, we naturally have to take the road."
"But the dreamland …"
Halfway through my words, Zhang Hefang stopped and I said, "I’ve been studying illusion for more than ten years in my life. How can that little Lin Hanjie be my opponent? A little trick will make my wings hard, and it will be suicidal to try to calculate me."
I was dumbfounded and then said, "Lin Hanjie? You mean the curator Lin? So the illusion was really released by the curator Lin? "
Zhang Hefang nodded and said, "When I saw him at the gate of my Sanxingdui Museum, I felt something was wrong. At that time, I deliberately left Professor Li outside to wait for us to verify the authenticity of the golden staff just in case. I found that Lin Hanjie was practicing magic, so I set up a girl to protect herself from dragons on the spot. She is a waiter of the Six Imperial Houses, and naturally she will not be hurt by this skill of magic."
I was dumbfounded and said, "So one of the three of us is under illusion?"
Zhang He said apologetically, "This is the case."
"What about the curator Lin later?" I asked.
"Of course, it was me …" Zhang Hefang whispered while holding his neck.
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva to calm myself down and said, "But since the performer is dead, why didn’t I wake up during the illusion?"
"Let me explain it to you," said the lean, white-faced young man eagerly. "Don’t listen to what Boss Zhang said. This kind of illusion is a kind of little witchcraft. You need to pay attention to many details, all kinds of hints and details, and finally decide whether the illusion can be started directly. When the illusion is started, it is started. You don’t have any money with the performer. You can wake up to see if you are lucky. If you can’t wake up, you are no different from a vegetative person."
I heard that his accent was similar to mine, so I couldn’t help asking, "Are you from the Northeast, too?"
He smiled two times and said, "That’s Heilongjiang."
Zhang Hefang said, "Master Bao is right. If I explain it, I’m afraid it will be a long speech again."
"hey!" The young man named Bao Ye waved his hand and said, "Just now, Mr. Zhang was still muttering about whether you would be a vegetable directly. I don’t know what to say. Think about it. If a waiter of the Sixth Imperial Palace becomes a vegetable, it will be damned for years!"
I smiled and asked, "Are you all southern witches?"
At this time, sitting in the front position, a burly man with bronzed skin and shaved head turned around and said, "What a witch is not a witch? It’s just a meal with boss Zhang."
Zhang Hefang simply said, "Since we are all here, let’s introduce ourselves in turn. You all know Fan and Dragon Girl."
As soon as the voice fell on my side, Bao Ye beat me to say, "I’ll come first, just call me Bao Ye."
Later, those people introduced themselves respectively. First, the car, an ordinary man with black-rimmed glasses, looks very handsome, but two front teeth are missing, which makes him look a lot worse. He is from Gansu, and his accent is not very strong, but he can still clearly detect that he deliberately floors his tongue. Everyone calls him "Lao Yao"
Then there is the man in the co-pilot’s seat, who is white and clean, but extremely short in height. He seems to be a Buddhist with beads on his wrist and neck. He is a Cantonese, and I listen to him no different from listening to a foreign language. That man is called "Brother Liao".
The man sitting behind Liao Ge is a fat man with a full face. He is smoking a cigarette and seems to have no interest in me. Instead, a pair of smiling little eyes keep spinning around. Everyone calls him an old python.
To my surprise, there is a beautiful woman sitting next to the old python, who is not inferior to Bujin. She has loose hair and freckles on her nose, but she is not conspicuous. She wears a camouflage to cover all the lines that should be unique to women. She is also the only one of his six people who ignores me. Even Zhang Hefang can’t help her.
Uncle Bao, my elbow
Chapter IX Abandonment
Chapter IX Abandonment
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Our car stopped at a distance of more than ten meters from the front row of military jeeps. I wonder if it was coincidence or really as Zhang Hefang expected. There was no car in front of us and we were driving an old van.
As soon as our car stopped, two young soldiers dressed in army camouflage came in the jeep of the front army. Both of them were carrying shotguns in their hands. The first soldier seemed to be the company commander. He was strong and vigorous with half a cigarette butt in his mouth.
Che Lao shook his window and politely asked a cigarette, "Brother, what’s the situation?"
The young soldier was just about to take the cigarette when the veteran behind him stopped him and said "routine"
"Business?" Lao Yao asked, "Is there any wanted man who wants to escape or a drug dealer?"