Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 606: The Pretender

The spotless ground reflects the people passing by.

However, only a very small number of people wear a badge with such a pattern on their chest - a half-closed eye outlined with intricate brushstrokes.

The symbol of the Society of the Silent.

Strictly speaking, not all people in the Outside World are members of the Society of Silents, and even among the members, not everyone is qualified to become a clerk or a Knight of the Archives.

Song Shi took a step forward.

One step to the sky.

Ignoring the astonished gazes of the passers-by, Song Shi followed the familiar feeling and transformed into a red stream, shuttling across the sky track with incredible flexibility. Many people only felt a flash before their eyes, and the red stream disappeared.

The end point of the "sense of familiarity" is a museum-style building on one side of the city.

It stood there like an invisible black hole, constantly attracting Song Shi's attention, making him fall on it at first sight - but this large building covering several acres of land, people spontaneously avoided it around it, as if it were an ocean current encountering a reef.

Completely unaware.

Song Shi landed, walked up the stone steps and pushed open the glass door.

The warm yellow lighting and hand-woven blankets cover every inch of the ground. They are soft and sinking when you step on them, making you want to lie down and take a nap.

The walls and ceiling are made of marble, but under normal circumstances, it is difficult for visitors to see the walls and ceiling.

Rows of intimidatingly tall bookshelves blocked the view. What was even more hateful was that the owners of these bookshelves seemed to have no moral sense. The bookshelves were scattered haphazardly, creating a maze-like scene.

Every row of bookshelves was filled with books. Song Shi casually pulled out a book called "Seven Great Sects of Donglu: Power Structure and Institutional Evolution" and found that it was actually filled with content, not just a foam block covered with a book cover.

horrible.
Song Shi flipped through it a few times and was about to put the book back to its original place, but then he discovered that in the time it took him to lower his head, all the books on the bookshelf had been replaced, and he couldn't find the so-called "original place" at all.

"Oh, just put it anywhere. It's not in the way."

A gentle voice suddenly came from behind the heavy bookshelves.

"They will slowly clean themselves up."

The bookshelves began to move, and rows of them squeezed outwards like the tide parting, revealing a straight aisle.

At the end of the corridor, there were two off-white sofas, one of which was already occupied by a gentle man in his thirties. He put down the book in his hand and pushed his glasses up his nose.

"Mortimer Condetans." He smiled and greeted politely: "Hello, Song Shi."

"The 'Pretender' of the Unspoken Society."

Song Shi sat down on another sofa: "I've heard a lot about you."

"Hypocrisy? I don't mind that." Mortimer tapped the table with his hand. "Would you like something to drink? I have tea, coffee, and fresh milk."

"Some juice."

"How about orange juice?"

Five seconds later, a spherical service robot floated out from nowhere and handed over a bottle of orange-yellow liquid.

"But I'll defend myself for now."

Mortimer showed the generosity of the host, smiling as he watched the other person drink.

"I don't know if you ever experienced something like this as a child, curled up in bed and shivering, afraid of the world outside, and suspicious that there were man-eating monsters lurking in the darkness." "I'm sorry." Song Shi sighed, "Not at all."

"Is that so?" Mortimer's expression did not change: "But for those who have experienced these things, this is the 'unknown', an 'unknown' that should not exist."

"Revelation is born from the exploration of the unknowable and the unknown. So you want to say that your psychic power lies in this kind of 'unknown'."

Song Shi put down the cup.

"correct."

Mortimer said slowly, "Are there any witches hiding in the forest who eat children? Apart from the psychics hiding in the forest, or those who are simply pretending to be ghosts, most of the time, this is just a trick to scare children into being obedient."

"But for me, if necessary, I can have a witch who eats children appear in the forest. Of course, I don't eat children, and I don't really want to see children being eaten, so I usually don't do that."

"The truth is born from the false." Song Shi concluded: "This is your spiritual power."

"So when some people call me a 'hypocrite'," Mortimer shook his head with regret, "I am not the source of these falsehoods. I just borrowed some of their achievements. How can they put the responsibility on me?"

"But I heard that the origin of your title is not only due to your psychic powers, but also related to your love of telling little lies." Song Shi laughed: "I also heard that before you became a member of the Silent Society, you were a professional fraudster. You are good at everything from counterfeiting cultural relics to insurance forgery and financial fraud."

"Obviously." Mortimer's expression remained unchanged, and he said politely, "Everything you said above is slander from others."

"Okay, if you say so, then so be it."

Song Shi pushed away the empty cup and said, "It's time to talk about business."

"As agreed, I came here to take a test. Rachel told me that this would allow me to try out those historical characters myself."

"I'm curious."

The young man raised his eyes, which were as clear as glass and untainted.

"I admit that the Silent Society has absolute authority over history, but in this case, the only thing that comes to my mind is the Tao, but even if it is the Tao, it can only reproduce a psychic."

"There is another possibility, that is to achieve it through your psychic power, but forgive me for being frank, even you may not be able to reproduce those most prominent figures, right?"

A member of the Council of Twelve, and one of the four fifth rings of the Society of Silents.

"The Hypocrite," Mortimer Condetans.

It is true that the other party has a prominent status, strong strength, and many means. The psychic power that has reached the fifth ring can also be called incredible power. However, if he wants to reproduce those powerful figures from hundreds or thousands of years ago - the simplest point is that Mortimer Condetans will definitely not be able to reproduce those [Thrones] who once dominated Terra.

To be honest, Song Shi is still quite confused.

He had heard the "historical node theory" several times in his previous life, and the clerks he had met had all expressed high praise for him.

But even so, at that time the other party only thought that "Song Shi is likely to become a historical node", not like it is now, "Song Shi is a historical node", and did not invite him to participate in any testing.

Of course, if you insist on giving an explanation, then it definitely makes sense.

After all, I was really reborn, and many things changed in this life.
With the strange and bizarre abilities of this group of [Revelations], coupled with the [Society of the Silent]'s in-depth research into the truth and records, it is not unimaginable that they can make accurate judgments.

"good question."

Mortimer picked up the sofa pillow next to him and hugged it comfortably in his arms.

"Would you like another glass of orange juice? Perhaps you could also order some snacks. Sugar helps to make you happy. But what I'm thinking about most is that I'm about to hear the explosive secrets of the Unspoken Society, and it's too boring to listen to them in this dry way."

(End of this chapter)