Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 4: One-minute Speedrun [Psychic Power]

"Here are the two 'volunteers', clean and tidy, both of them are here."

At the end of the corridor, in front of a transparent glass door, a sturdy man was talking to someone.

Opposite him was a woman in a white coat. She looked to be in her early twenties, with outstanding looks and short brown hair. She seemed to have purchased some kind of high-end artificial skin. Except for a circle of light golden lines around her neck, she looked no different from a natural person.

But this is not possible.

"Artificial glands" can release synthetic hormones including stimulants to improve concentration during work; "optical prosthetic eyes" bring high-precision vision that is more than ten times higher than that of ordinary people, dynamic vision enhancement, thermal imaging perception, network program delivery, and laser beams in the eyes.

The "alloy skeleton" can greatly improve the body's strength, while acting as a "foundation" to bear the load of other implants, because some implants have pre-requirements and cannot be implanted directly.

"Prosthetic arms" do more than just increase strength. They also provide data interfaces, integrated tools, and increased sensitivity. Doctors only need to replace their arms once to get a pair of precise surgical hands comparable to those practiced for more than a decade. A cybersecurity consultant's customized prosthetic arms can greatly improve the efficiency of information warfare.

all in all.

A "natural person" without implants would not be wanted by many people even if he worked illegally in a factory. After all, even if you are unloading goods and moving bricks at the dock, you still need to have strong strength. If someone can do ten times as much as you can, a boss would know how to choose.

"Vidani! I promise you'll like this person! He's full of energy!"

The sturdy man laughed and said in a rather attentive tone: "If you want me to tell you..."

"Ah."

The woman the burly man called "Vidani" stepped forward.

She slowly looked at the two people following behind each other.

Song Shi was shocked.

Because the way the other person looked at him didn't seem like he was looking at a person, but more like he was staring at an anesthetized frog lying on the laboratory table.

The line of sight that swept across Song Shi's body from top to bottom made people think of a cold scalpel that was planning a route and was about to pierce.

After about a minute, Vidani finally raised her head and nodded slightly.

She pushed open the glass door and motioned for them to follow.

Behind the door was a fairly large laboratory. The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and various complex equipment were scattered around, but it could still be seen that they were used for medical research.

There weren't many people inside.

Including Vidani, there were only five people, all researchers wearing the same white coats.

Perhaps it’s because of his “rebirth”, even though his psychic powers have not yet awakened, Song Shi’s five senses are sharper than those of ordinary people.

So, when he followed Vidani into the laboratory, he could vaguely feel the emotions contained in the gazes from afar: pity, indifference, sighs.

"Um implant mental tolerance."

Vidani suddenly stopped and turned around.

Seeing this, the sturdy man tactfully put away the stun gun and stepped aside.

This woman was the favorite student of the director of the institute, "Keng". The two had similar personalities and hated being interrupted when studying or talking. He was just an ordinary armed security guard and didn't want to make her angry for no reason.

"My colleagues have already given relevant introductions, so I won't repeat them."

"In principle, the cause of 'implant mental tolerance' is mental decline, or mental breakdown. Regarding the definition of 'mental' and 'mental', there is currently no sufficiently unified definition in the academic community."

“Some people think that ‘mind’ is equivalent to ‘spirit’ and has the same meaning, while others think that the two are only partially overlapping and cannot be completely equated, and that ‘spirit’ is only the outer manifestation of ‘mind’.”

Vidani paused:
"From my personal perspective, I agree with the second theory."

Then you have quite some skills.

Song Shixin thought.

In fact, even after more than 20 years, there is still no conclusion that can convince everyone about the definition of "mind" and "spirit". But for Song Shi, a fourth-ring psychic, he definitely agrees with the second theory.

A high-level psyker on the path of Consensus can tamper with another person's memory with a single thought, or cram in a huge amount of negative emotions and malicious memory fragments to overwhelm a person.

The latter often collapse directly, cry bitterly, lose all hope, and even commit suicide. Their mental state can be said to be broken to the point of being unable to collapse any further. However, even in this case, "cyberpsychosis" will not necessarily be triggered.

Although the probability is indeed very high.

Of course, as a psychic on the path of [Dayuan], Song Shi would use psychic flames to burn the space within a radius of 100 meters centered on the opponent into glass before the opponent could tamper with it.

But after all, I am not a researcher who buries myself in work all day long, so I don’t really care about the differences between “mind” and “spirit”.

"That's the drug you're going to use, a synthetic targeted enzyme that acts on neural circuits."

Vidani walked to the table and pointed to a cube-shaped white refrigerator. Through the small transparent window, she could see a row of glass tubes with scribbled labels on them.

At this moment, a male researcher came over with two unmarked chips in his hand.

"Once you're on board the machine, insert this into the chip port behind your ear." The researcher said indifferently.

However, when he saw that the two people in front of him had not made any move, he reluctantly said, "Preoperative maintenance is divided into two parts. The first is to insert this memory chip, and the second is to board this device."

He did not explain what memories were stored in this chip, nor did he explain the effect of the machine not far away that looked like a CT scan machine in a hospital.

But Song Shi and Marico understood.

This is what will transform them into "cyberpsychopaths".

"There's only one machine. Who of you will go first?"

The male researcher's eyes moved between Song Shi and Marico, and when he saw that the two did not move, he could not help but frowned: "You should feel proud of yourselves."

"The standard price of this 'Third Atlas Mind Adjuster' produced by Jade Pharmaceuticals is 740 million credit points. Even if you buy it through internal channels, it will not be less than 500 million. You originally had no hope of touching it in your lifetime, but now you can be here and bask in the glory of technology."

"Moreover, you can immediately contribute to the great medical cause and give your past inferior life a truly noble value. At this moment, you hesitate and hesitate?"

No wonder these two people can only appear here, it’s all their own fault.

Thinking of the volunteer files he had read before, the male researcher shook his head in disappointment and confirmed his thoughts again.

But he did not say these words - he never had patience for stupid and stubborn people.

"Then, let's start with you." He looked at Song Shi.

"Let me do it."

Marico interrupted and took a deep breath.

His face twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, Marico just closed his eyes, opened them again, and rushed forward.

"Fuck! The sooner the result, the less suffering! I'll do it!" Marico grabbed the chip, his expression tense: "Just go ahead, I'll try this damn machine - I hope your medicine really works."

Hearing this, the male researcher looked a little unhappy. He snorted and waved his hand. Several other white coats came up immediately and took Marico to lie on the "Third Atlas Mind Adjuster". At the same time, they used two straps to fix his hands and legs. Although the implant had been locked in advance, some precautions were still needed to prevent it from moving around.

So far, the same is true for the strong man who has not left. If Marico moves too violently and the straps can't hold him down, he will use the stun gun.

Marico lay on the platform, and a helmet-like object connected to more than ten wires fell down and covered Marico's head.

All the light faded from the surroundings and it was pitch black.

The world suddenly became quiet.

The pungent smell of disinfection, the ups and downs of the stock market curve, and the complex emotions in my heart all suddenly disappeared.

In a trance, Marico could only hear his own slow and rapid breathing.

[Memory chip ■■ has been placed]

[Start reading internal memory——]

【Mental adjustment begins——】

The next moment.

The man fell into the abyss.

"I, I want to go to the bathroom."

When he heard these trembling words, the male researcher who was staring at a data tablet turned his head.

He looked towards the source of the sound.

One of the two "volunteers" of this experiment, the guy who had been relatively calm, now had a visibly pale face - with the help of the artificial eye, the researcher could clearly see that beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead and his hands were shaking unconsciously.

The other party's eyes were fixed on the "Third Map Mind Adjuster" not far away.

It is now the third minute that the volunteer named "Marico" has entered the adjustment instrument.

It can be seen that the other party's exposed lower body is shaking constantly, as if it is bearing some kind of heavy burden, and at the same time, a suppressed roar reminiscent of the howling of a wild beast suddenly sounded from the other party's mouth and echoed throughout the laboratory!

The researcher showed an unhappy expression and said coldly.

"At a time like this, you—"

"Let him go."

Vidani raised her head from behind a display screen showing complex data graphs.

The suppressed roars echoing around did not cause Vidani to have the slightest fluctuation. She said calmly with an indifferent expression: "—Let him go. I don't want to see excrement appearing in the experimental field later."

The male researcher's voice suddenly stopped. His expression changed and he seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed it in the end.

However, the sturdy man not far away saw this and seemed unable to hold back his laughter.

"Brorick, take him to the bathroom and be back in ten minutes."

Vidani glanced at the burly man, then lowered her head again and continued to stare at the display screen in front of her.

"No problem, no problem. I promise to complete the task—"

The burly man shrugged, picked up the stun gun in one hand, and motioned Song Shi to follow.

When the latter stood up, he seemed to be still in fear and almost stumbled, which made the researcher look at him with even more contempt.

The moment he left the laboratory and reached the corner of the corridor, Song Shi felt his shoulders suddenly sink.

A cold metal arm suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

The sturdy man held the stun gun in one hand and put his arm around Song Shi's neck with the other, like a pair of close friends.

However, the voice that sounded in Song Shi's ears was filled with undisguised impatience.

"Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do, little bastard."

Because of the difference in their physiques, the sturdy man hugged Song Shi, and with just a slight movement, the latter felt like he was being crushed in his arms.

"I've seen a lot of guys like you." The sturdy man sneered, stared into Song Shi's eyes, and lowered his voice: "You regret it only when the time comes? Ha, how can you make money in the company so easily? If you are so afraid of death, you should go to Cindy Street to sell your ass instead of coming here."

"I, I'm not." Song Shi curled up, showing obvious fear.

"Just to remind you, the windows of the toilets here are all sealed, so just go to the toilet or just use a pipe, and don't bother me. I don't want to waste my time shooting that thing down there."

"——Don't cause me any trouble."

The burly man stared at Song Shi, almost sticking to his face.

After saying this, he retracted his right hand, slapped Song Shi's back hard, and pushed him towards the bathroom in front: "Little bastard, get out of here."

The young man shuddered and subconsciously looked behind him - the burly man swayed his body, adjusted the stun gun, smiled frivolously again, and whistled.

So the young man rushed into the bathroom as if escaping.

Then, the moment Song Shi entered the compartment and closed the door.

His expression changed instantly, the fear he had just shown disappeared, and his trembling hands clenched and unclenched.

Song Shi raised his open right hand and put two fingers together and stroked his chest.

Finally, stay in the heart.

During the long process of development, there are countless ways to awaken spiritual power, such as masters giving you initiation, personal enlightenment at a certain moment, being struck by lightning but not dying, training meditation step by step, and having precious spiritual power items awaken you forcibly.
The most common one is "extreme stimulation".

For example, turning back when seriously injured and on the verge of death, feeling disheartened and abandoned by the whole world, or becoming depressed and committing suicide after facing various blows one after another - although in the above situations, most people died or nothing happened.

But there are a very small number of lucky ones who can awaken their psychic powers through this.

——It is said that the first psychics were awakened in this way.

Extremely stimulating.

Given the current situation, what could be better than a blow to the heart?
Since there is no time to try other methods, let's take the most traditional route.

The next moment, Song Shi clenched the copper plug that he had taken out not long ago, aimed it at the bottom of the heart, and cut it open without hesitation!

The chaos caused by Marico alone is not enough to ensure escape. A greater weight must be obtained, that is, one's own strength.

If prosthetics are not enough, psychic power can be used.

Next.

In one minute, quickly pass [Psychic Power]!
(End of this chapter)