Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 6 Dreamland
The Third Institute of Psychology and Psychiatry of Parousse, Psychology Laboratory.

The man thought he was dreaming.

In the dream, his name was Marico, a third-level engineer working for "Kanding Manufacturing", a divorced middle-aged man, and he had a daughter who had just entered middle school.

A bad marriage, working overtime day after day, a slowly deteriorating health, sudden unemployment, and numerous payment deadlines that were already approaching.

What a terrible life.

The man thought.

Although he didn't have much money, he rented cheap housing in Deep Moss, drove a second-hand car that had been used by a dead person, and worked as a candy deliveryman for the Eagle Beak Gang. That was a kind of candy doped with chemical addiction, which was very popular among drug addicts recently.

But he has a beautiful girlfriend, Geli, who loves him very much, just as he loves her too.

It’s really unbelievable that such a beautiful girl would fall in love with me. Fortunately, this is not just my fantasy, but the real fact.

The man suddenly missed Geli.

He missed the other person's long hair. It was a very interesting implant that could change the hair color at any time through the pigment cells cultivated inside. He liked the look of Glee's long golden hair the most. It was so beautiful, like the stars in the sky.

After they had a big fight in the kitchen last week, Geri gasped and whispered in his ear that she planned to announce their relationship at tomorrow's birthday party and introduce herself to her friends - the man remembered how happy he was at that time.

Yes, birthday party.

But why did Geli look at me with horror when I arrived at the birthday party? Was it because the gift I prepared was not good enough? Did I disappoint her?

And... damn.

Who is that man with his arms around Geri? Bastard! Who allowed you to touch my girl?

And those people.

"You, you"

"Help, help! He's holding Bohank's head!"

"Where are the police?! Hurry up and notify the Security Bureau!"

"Damn! Where's the sentry machine gun? Why isn't it firing yet?"

It's so noisy and what are they talking about? Why can't I understand?

Ah, right.

I almost forgot that I was dreaming.

The man smiled happily.

Luckily these are all fake.

I have to prepare a new gift. It’s my beloved, my favorite Geli’s birthday party. I can’t mess it up.

Well, it’s time to wake up from the dream.

It's time to go to the birthday party.

"The target's mental index has dropped to a critical point and can be identified as 'cyber psychosis' in the medical sense."

Staring at the image on the monitor, a researcher in a white coat raised his voice: "Prepare to inject the targeted enzyme--"

Another researcher quickly took out the test tube from the refrigerator, inserted it into the syringe, and signaled his colleagues to turn on the mind adjuster.

The synthetic targeted enzymes in their hands act on neural circuits and need to be injected directly from the head, so they must first remove the mind adjuster on the target's head - the thing that looks like a helmet.

There were five researchers in total, Vidani and the male researcher were staring at the display screen.

The other three gathered around, ready to inject the targeted enzyme.

"But why is this guy quiet?" someone asked puzzledly.

According to past experience, inserting a memory device taken from a cyber madman and a mind adjuster to assist in adjustment will often cause the subject to fall into extreme hysteria and develop various complications including split personality.

This is also the reason why they gathered around, ready to help hold down the experimental subject if he moves around.

But this time, they noticed.

Apart from the brief roar at the beginning, the other party remained quiet for the rest of the time, and even his body did not move much.

"Hey, Connie, go take a look at the physiological data. I'm worried."

"Don't worry, I just checked it, there's nothing wrong with it - at least physically."

Hearing this, another person interrupted with a smile: "But we don't know what the brain is like. Maybe it's a rare sample? Then we can finally produce some results this time." "Watch your words, don't make us sound like mad scientists in the movies." The researcher holding the syringe said dissatisfiedly: "This is a formal voluntary contract. We are a formal medical company, not some black doctor digging out organs from an underground clinic."

As he was talking, the researcher who had been silent all this time finally took off his mind-adjusting device and sighed:

"Finally got it. This old gadget is really hard to use. When this project really produces results, we must buy a newer model. Tsk, our marginal research institute has too little funding."

"By the way, which memory bank are you using this time?"

"A street member who is addicted to virtual avatars. You know, the kind that generates virtual avatars based on the information provided, just for fun. The monthly subscription services of the mainstream ones on the market are quite expensive."

“I heard that when the security bureau shot him, more than a dozen people had died and the hotel was covered in blood.”

"Well, let me see where to inject it."

The researcher's voice suddenly stopped.

A hand with an icy touch grabbed his forearm at some point.

For a moment, the researcher was stunned.

The last moment, the high-strength polyamide restraints began to tighten. The next moment, Marico, who was lying on the platform, opened his eyes, forcibly tore the restraints apart with his hands, and sat up straight.

Before anyone could react, Marico grabbed the researcher's forearm with one hand.

In order to adapt to the position of a third-level engineer, Marico's hands have been replaced with prosthetic limbs, the "Hand of Daedalus" produced by the giant enterprise [Southern Heavy Industry], an engineering prosthetic limb that is mainly used for debugging heavy industrial equipment.

The prosthetic body, which should have been locked long ago, is now stirring.

Faced with a force that was enough to break a bundle of steel bars, the researcher's arm was unable to move at all, and the syringe in his hand could no longer be held, and it fell to the ground with a plop.

Hear sounds.

Marico turned his head slowly and looked at the researcher blankly.

Then, his face.

The originally happy smile faded little by little, and was replaced by rising anger.

"you."

"Are you all trying to stop me from attending the birthday party?"

A little earlier time.

Outside the bathroom.

Watching the player he bet on get shot through the head by a Daum bullet and liquids of various colors bursting out with a "splat", the sturdy man clicked his tongue and closed the live broadcast room of this real-life battle royale show.

Another thousand credit points wasted.

It might be that the realism of the live broadcast just now was too high, resulting in some residual sensory memory. Even though he had already exited the live broadcast room, the strong man still felt that he smelled a smell of blood.

"Damn it, the realism shouldn't be set so high."

The sturdy man shook his head, trying to recover quickly.

But soon, he finally realized something.

Wait, there's a smell of blood here
——That little bastard wants to commit suicide?!
The strong man laughed in anger.

Yes, this is indeed just an unappreciated fringe research institute. Even the current director of the institute, Kenge, is said to have fallen to this point because of failure in an internal struggle.

But no matter what, this is also a subordinate research institute of [Emerald Pharmaceuticals]. As long as the person does not have only his head left, they can pull him back!
But in this case, he can't escape a warning of serious dereliction of duty.

"You little bastard, you succeeded in irritating me!"

The burly man suddenly picked up the stun gun and strode into the bathroom.

He roughly opened the first compartment, and when he found no one inside, he immediately opened the next one.

First, second, third
Soon, the strong man came to the last cubicle.

Looking at the "Someone Inside" reminder displayed, he sneered, and his right hand, which was exposed to the black metal skeleton, gripped the door handle tightly, and then suddenly exerted force. With a teeth-grinding distortion sound, the compartment door twisted and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then there was a loud bang, and the entire compartment door was pulled out!
"Give me--"

The cubicle was empty.

The moment he saw what was going on inside, the sturdy man was stunned.

Almost at the same time, behind the obviously deformed compartment door, Song Shi jumped up from his original position close to the inside of the door and rushed towards the sturdy man who was still in a daze!
(End of this chapter)