father

Emerson came out from the shadows, and the three "people" present had already spotted Emerson.The second generation has always ignored these things. In his eyes, there are only two types of existence: "Eatable" and "Eatable but not allowed".

"Good evening, Mr. Emerson." The third generation gracefully performed a meeting ceremony, perfectly interpreting what the old man had taught him from the etiquette teacher. "It was a pleasure to see you here."

Emerson snorted coldly. He glanced at the shattered pillar, then stared fixedly at the first generation, the veins in his temples twitching.

"You're impatient." The old man scoffed sarcastically as if he hated his grandson for not being able to live up to expectations: "If you wait a little longer, or wait for another birth of the same kind, you can completely transfer the Central Research Institute, Take the first district and hold Norton in your hands!"

The first generation was silent, and Emerson's shadow was reflected in his red and black eyes.

"You have this ability. If you want, you can make all thinking creatures die in an instant, can't you?" The old man looked at the first generation paranoidly, with rational fanaticism in his eyes: "Countless studies have proved that aliens Being able to connect with God's restricted area, I hate the word "special function". To put it bluntly, it means that the brain's sensitivity to certain energy substances is enhanced, so as to use them to order a certain field or even rules! The unlocking rate for the brain domain is as high as 75 For those of you who are more than [-]%, these abilities are just icing on the cake."

"The third generation is a 'diplomatic amnesty', all creatures will unconsciously have a good impression of him, and even lose control. He is just a poppy that only infects all creatures with the poison called the third generation. How many! The second generation corresponds to 'decomposition of existence', no matter matter or energy, it is decomposable 'food' for him! And the first generation——" the old man laughed: "Your ability is 'five senses control' ', which is commonly known as hypnosis and hallucination, the current Central Research Institute is a black box, no matter for the people in the box or the people outside the box, they are all looking at the 'world' they should see. Hehehe, those idiots have no idea that their lives were held in the hands of a 'monster' six months ago—no, no, no, it should be said that they are in the hands of a 'god', you just need to simply instill a 'death' in them, Their lovely brains will rot without hesitation." (PS: There was a scientific experiment in which scientists blindfolded the subject and hypnotized the subject. They said they were going to scald his hands with fire. The scientist I touched the subject's hand with an ice cube, and the place touched by the ice cube automatically turned red and caused severe burns. Because the brain recognized it in this way, the subject "burned" XD.)

Emerson became more and more excited as he talked, his eyes were as bright as will-o'-the-wisps: "But this ability is still flawed. Ahha, how about my guess? You can't attack creatures you haven't seen before, huh? So You will quietly wait for the time to mature. The five senses are also the five senses. Only the program instructions and the machine without the five senses of emotion give you a headache, so you will find Duomi and use the moment of power failure to invade the entire system and destroy the entire defense. Device. Well, my little opinion."

The first generation slowly raised his hand and applauded.The third generation blew a whistle, and the second generation didn't know where to go. Zhengtai, who was not interested in the conversation here, might go looking for clothes that fit.

"Then, let me tell you about my situation. You gave me a hint and asked me to cooperate with your actions-it's really amazing. If you didn't let me know on purpose, I would still be in the box in the end One of them, it’s wonderful to play with other people’s brains.” Emerson’s eyes were a kind of morbid fanaticism: “I blocked the news of your existence, I opened the way for three generations to go out, and I packaged the entire Academia Sinica Here you are—even though you hinted at it, I did it with no regrets."

The old man's sharp laughter echoed between the pillars: "Evolution is originally a deduction of the weak and the strong! For the fragile and backward modern human beings, the new human beings can completely replace them in any way! This is the real evolution! Perfect Evolution!!! You will be on the throne, you must be on the throne, and the history of mankind will open a new chapter!"

The sharp laughter echoed in the darkness for a while before it gradually dissipated. Emerson tidied up his clothes and faced the first generation.

"Are you satisfied with what I've done?" the old man asked with a fake smile on his face.

"En." The young man with black hair and red eyes raised his eyelashes and smiled deeply. "I am very satisfied."

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The fat man was awakened by the sound of the explosion. He was dumbfounded looking at the red flame flower outside the window.

"There's a fire! Open the door! There's a fire—"

The fat man banged on the metal door vigorously. Without the access card, the fat man couldn't open the door leading to the outside world.

"...Hey...hey...what's the matter?"

After a while, an electronically synthesized voice came from a corner of the room, and it was the person in charge of the fat man.

"Damn it, you didn't see the fire! Let me out!!!"

After a long silence, the electronic voice sounded again.

"Fire? Where is the fire?"

"I rely on you not to see such a big fire outside! It's almost burning here!" The fat man was so anxious that he couldn't choose what to say, and desperately pointed his fingers outside.

It was quiet for a while, and the other party seemed to scan the electronic equipment again, and this time the tone was not good when the voice sounded.

"There is no fire, you are dreaming and hallucinating, now all you have to do is lie back in bed again and close your eyes!"

"Damn it, your eyes have grown into your ass!? Fuck! Let me out—"

"Stop playing tricks." The electronic voice was cold and impatient: "You can't escape."

After all, no matter how much Fatty shouted heart-piercingly, the voice never sounded again.

"Fuck you! It's really hot——!!!"

"Quickly let me out—out——!!!"

"Come here—let me out..."

……

Fatty finally realized that he was abandoned here.Seeing the approaching flames, the fat man began to tremble, and then slammed on the door hard.Let alone a fat man, even a hundred fat men would not be able to pry open the all-metal door.But the fat man has no choice, although he doesn’t know why he was given up—they may want to turn him into a roast pig or something, the fat man doesn’t want to die, even when he is desperate, he doesn’t want to die, so He could only bange on the door in vain.

"... Let me out... ah..."

I don't know how many times he fell back, the fat man didn't have the strength to get up anymore, he lay on the ground and cried loudly.He was brought here inexplicably, survived lingeringly, and then was abandoned here, he was about to die, burned to a pile of ashes by a pile of fire, it was a selfish act of indifference to him before punishment?

"...help me...who will help me..."

bang-

The fat man stared blankly at the door as it slipped from the door frame and fell to the ground with a loud noise. Firelight shot in from outside the door, casting red light on the person standing at the door, and the backlight elongated the person's shadow.The fat man who was shrouded in the man's shadow just raised his head in a daze, forgot to wipe away his tears, looked at the man standing at the door like a god, watched the man step in slowly but unquestionably, looked at the The man stopped in front of him, looked at the man bent down on one knee, looked at the familiar but unfamiliar bright red pupils under the black hair of the man, looked at the man and said, "We are here to pick you up, father."