Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 12 On the Road
The time was eleven fifteen at night.

Location, Deep Moss, Clinlin Street.

Although people in Baimen District are afraid of Shenmoss District and regard it as a scourge, and jokes about Shenmoss District on the local Internet are always new, the actual situation in Shenmoss District is still somewhat different from those sensational news reports.

After all, this is the official Palose city area. It is impossible for it to be a completely naked Darwin society - even the gangs would not want to see this scene.

Excluding a few dangerous areas, most of the Deep Moss District looks like an ordinary old urban area.

There is still some order.

Not many, but they are there.

Of course, few people from the Palose security department are willing to come here, so don't count on calling the police.
Song Shi tightened his gray coat and wrapped himself in it.

The clothes were bought at a 24-hour unmanned retail store.

Whenever a customer enters, the autonomous weapons on the slide rails on the ceiling of the retail store will immediately take aim to ensure that the customer does not make a purchase without paying or try to sleep in the retail store overnight - after two warnings, they can open fire directly.

According to the Palouse Self-Defense Protection Regulations, this situation is self-defense protection, and opening fire that causes casualties does not violate the law.

Oh, there is a violation.

According to the "Regulations on the Protection and Management of Urban Landscape", if one person dies, the fine is 1,000 credit points; if two people die, the fine is 3,000 credit points; if more than ten people die, the fine is 10% off.

Song Shi walked slowly down the street.

It is difficult to see the sun in deep moss areas.

There is no "artificial skylight" like in Baimen District, so the natural climate cannot be manipulated at will by technology.

Looking up at the sky, the tangled and densely packed wires are like a black spider web, blocking out the sun and supporting the sky of the deep moss area.

Eleven o'clock at night.

Due to the lack of lights, the street looked dim.

Many walls were covered with thick, overlapping graffiti of various colors. In some dark corners, people were lying in a mess, surrounded by piles of low-quality canned wine with a pungent smell.

Some people wrapped themselves in thick coats so tightly that their original colors could hardly be seen, and sat against the wall like old monks in meditation - except that on their heads they wore immersive networking goggles or helmets that led them to cyberspace.

The colorful world can make people forget all their worries.

These people did not choose to rent a house. Apart from the necessary cost of nutritional supplements, they invested all the money they earned into various online services every month, experiencing high-fidelity immersive live broadcasts of various things, their favorite virtual idols and anchors, carefully produced, exciting but high-subscription film and television works, and large-scale online games.
Song Shi withdrew his glance.

He clearly saw that some people's cuffs were empty.

In this era of extremely advanced implant technology, this is almost impossible.

Even if one cannot afford a customized high-end prosthesis, an ordinary cheap mechanical prosthesis can be bought second-hand at an underground doctor's clinic for only 500 credit points.

On the live streaming platform [Valhalla], an ordinary VIP of a host needs 400 credit points.

There is only one possibility.

These people voluntarily gave up on implanting prosthetic limbs. They put all their attention on the Internet and enjoyed the bizarreness before the subscription service expired.

Until one day, either their body functions can no longer sustain, or they are accidentally run over by a passing car, or something else, their lives truly come to an end.

Maybe they won't regret it.

"We have to find a place to live first."

Song Shi did not comment on these. He respected other people's choices as long as they did not block his way.

As for the present, after experiencing so many things in one night, even Song Shi now feels a little tired and needs to find a place to rest.

Romond House is definitely not an option.

Song Shi had just become an adult, that is, he moved out two months ago, rented a low-rent apartment, and worked illegally in a vehicle manufacturing plant, earning 1,500 credit points a month, with two meals a day. He would go back to the low-rent apartment later, but he couldn't stay for too long.

In order to become a "volunteer", "Song Shi" handed over all personal information to the research institute. The other party must know this address. He has caused such a huge loss, and the matter will never end so easily. The original residence will sooner or later be included in the surveillance range, waiting for the opportunity.

"Let's go back first and then find a place outside."

Song Shi made up his mind quickly.

The original body's residence was on Changdou Street, not far from Klinlin Street, about a thirty-minute walk away. To be honest, Song Shi was not sure whether the name "original body" was accurate.

Different from the [Dayuan] path which controls the "Dayuan power", the [Consensus] path is better at penetrating into the spiritual world, playing with other people's minds at will, and even interfering with reality with the spirit.

Because of this, a third-ring psychic of [Consensus] can try to "take over" the bodies of others and take over their place.

Even though it would bring about problems such as "soul wear and tear" and "personality pollution", there was no doubt that this was a powerful skill that was almost equivalent to a second life.

The fourth ring, [Consensus], is even more difficult on this basis.

Song Shi had killed one in his previous life.

Even with the help of another fourth-ring [Consensus] to "limit the scope of possession" and "locate the opponent's possession target", Song Shi still spent most of the day killing eighty-seven possession targets in one breath before he finally caught the opponent whose true spirit was exhausted due to continuous possession.

But the one I am walking on is the [Dayuan] path.

In terms of direct combat capability, only the [Transcendence] path can be compared. In his previous life, Song Shi, who was at the peak of the fourth ring, could single-handedly break through a mechanized army with his full firepower. The psychic flames he controlled were overwhelming, and he dared to fight against an aerospace mothership for a short while without losing momentum.

But he won’t “take over someone else’s body”.

It's not just "possession", but also "reincarnation", "personality overwriting", "changing one's own status archive" and so on. Song Shi can be sure that he does not know any related psychic skills.

[Dayuan] The Tao is not meant for these things at all.

But my current situation is even more bizarre than "taking over another's body"!
The current "original body".

Their names are both Song Shi, and they even look almost the same. Apart from their different experiences, they are like two people in the same mirror, which is statistically almost impossible.

Song Shi even seriously considered the possibility of "Brain in a Vat" - taking out a human brain and placing it in a petri dish, and creating a "real illusion" by simulating all senses and cognition. This is a terrifying technology that is difficult to verify even if the subject of the experiment has doubts.

After all, when all your senses and cognition have been trampled upon by others, what can you use to distinguish the truth from falsehood?

However, Song Shi rejected this idea.

As a fourth-ring psychic has already stepped into the realm of a soul that transcends the mundane, the difficulty of tampering with and simulating cognition increases exponentially.

Moreover, Song Shi clearly remembered how he died. His entire body was burned to ashes, leaving absolutely no trace of his brain.

The final act of the seven-day escape following the assassination of the Emperor-Elect.

When the siege team of the [Vampsta Empire] blocked the sky and the earth within a radius of thirty miles and completely surrounded Song Shi, the outcome was already determined.

Song Shi will definitely die on that day.

However, what followed was not the siege as originally imagined.

The Knights of the Order and the Inquisitors of the Inquisition kept the blockade in silence, and only one person went out to fight alone.

The same fourth-ring psychic, the same extraordinary talent, that was a genius that even Song Shi had heard of in the past, who seemed to be the next generation leader of the Vampsta Empire, the new Grand Inquisitor, Renata Clemens.

The other party actually wanted to use Song Shi as a stepping stone and have a life-and-death battle to peek into the realm of the fifth ring of psychic power!

But if nothing unexpected happens, the other party should also die. My last attack was the best, there is no reason why I can't kill her. If she wants to use me as a stepping stone, then let's die together.
"Alternate?"

This thought arose in Song Shi's mind again, but he quickly suppressed these thoughts.

We arrived at our home on Changdou Street.

(End of this chapter)