Chapter 471 I Have Another Son?

The military quickly arrived on the scene.

Three thousand god soldiers, who are generally in the ninth and tenth order, completely surrounded this place, and set up a barrier to completely block the place, prohibiting those media and good people from coming to join in the fun.

Immediately, a woman in a cheongsam walked slowly, surrounded by a team of god soldiers, with a hot body and the smell of a mature woman.

She didn't have much divine power on her body, but her eyes were as deep as a galaxy, and Lin Fan felt in a trance just by looking at it.

"Zusa, the god of thinking, I have seen the guardian god." The woman walked up to Lin Weimao and said something neither humble nor arrogant.

Lin Weimao nodded and said politely, "I'm sorry to trouble you this evening."

The God of Thinking in front of him indeed has the qualification to be on an equal footing with Lin Weimao.

The God of Thinking is also an extremely rare priesthood, although the combat power is not as good as the unique priesthoods of the God of Light and the God of Darkness.

But no one wants to be the enemy of the God of Mind.

This is the existence that can control the mind!

Although its own combat power is not strong, it does not need to do it by itself when fighting people. It can completely drive the enemy's body for its own use, and even directly manipulate the enemy to commit suicide.

Even a high-level deity with a firm mind will inevitably experience a momentary stupor in the face of this almost indefensible mental attack.

And in battle, a momentary loss of mind is fatal.

This is why all the gods of thinking are all under the command of the military, after all, this ability is too powerful. Moreover, the number of such clergy is extremely rare, there is no one in ten million, on average, only one will appear in each city alliance.

The thirteenth-order god of thinking, Zusha, in front of him, is the mind leader of the Thirty-sixth City Alliance, responsible for interrogating important prisoners and monitoring whether the high-level officials of the kingdom of God have done some dirty deeds.

Under her insight, no one's inner filth can escape.

This is also the reason why the order will cut off all contact mercilessly once it realizes that the members have been caught by the officials of the kingdom of God, even at the expense of moving all. The ability of these mind controllers under the military is too incredible.

"Lord White Knight talked to me just now, and I already know about it." Zusha glanced at the rescued meat tickets and nodded: "Is this the one who wants to erase the memory of this incident?"

"Well." Lin Weimao said respectfully, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"Oh, this time I was a lot more polite." Zusha sneered: "It seems that you have been in pain all over your body for three months before, and it has given you some memory."

Lin Weimao's face was slightly ugly, and he smiled awkwardly: "This...hehe, hehe."

Lin Weimao just glanced at Zusha's hot body twice before, but the woman glared at Lin Weimao, directly instilling three months' worth of memories in Lin Weimao's mind.

It was a memory from a slave rescued by the kingdom of God, in which Lin Weimao was locked in a cage and continuously beaten.

It stands to reason that Lin Weimao is the god of light of the 15th order. Under the precautions, even Zusha cannot easily invade his mind, but the most important thing is who can keep the attention and caution 24 hours a day... These thoughts The god is like a pervasive guy, as long as he catches a gap, he can invade the mind.

The memory of three months of torture came flooding back, even if he knew that it was a false memory, he was as strong as Lin Weimao and suffered for two or three days.

"These people...Although it is difficult to modify the memory, but it is handed to me." Zusha, the god of thinking, looked at the rescued hostages, and suddenly paused: "That fourteenth-order textile god...want to modify it. Her memory is somewhat beyond my ability."

Although the ability of the God of Thinking is incredible, it is not without an upper limit.

If it weren't for Lin Weimao's lack of defense at all, and just a simple memory implantation, Zusha, the thirteenth-order god of thinking, would never want to hurt Lin Weimao.

But the fourteenth-order textile god just went through a bloody battle,

The mind is still in a tense state, and besides, this time, it is to modify the original memory, and it is necessary to make these people not aware that their memory has been modified, and it must be seamless.

This difficulty is much greater than implanting a knowingly false memory into a fifteenth-order high god who relaxes his vigilance.

"Liu Siqiao doesn't need it." Zhang Chengfeng said lightly to Lin Weimao, "You should know that she is half your sister-in-law."

"This..." Lin Weimao thought for a while, "Alright, I'll listen to you. Liu Siqiao's memory can be preserved, but a non-disclosure agreement must be signed."

Only then did Lin Fan understand that this was to modify the memory of these people.

At that moment, Lin Fan was startled.

Is it so cruel?

And there is such a priesthood that can modify other people's memories?

Not to mention, this was the first time Lin Fan had heard of the God of Thinking. After all, this was a clergy that was classified as a secret by the military. For a time, Lin Fan subconsciously moved away from that Zusha.

"Oh? Boy, are you afraid of me?" Zusha looked at the fifth-order boy in front of him with amusement.

"That..." Lin Fan was even more nervous than facing the King of Hell, Crowley, for fear that this woman's disagreement would implant an unbearable and painful memory in him.

"Don't be afraid of me." Zusha licked her lips meaningfully: "If you have a good relationship with me, maybe, if my sister is happy, I may give you a very happy memory..."

"Zusha, don't make trouble." Lin Weimao bit his head and said, although this woman is terrible, but he can't watch his son go astray...

But Lin Weimao knew that Zusha was notorious before being recruited by the military. He used the ability of his own mind to open a hypnotism club. In addition to making some customers forget their painful memories, it also made many rich children addicted. In those false memories, wantonly playing with their minds.

Even some wanted criminals have their criminal memories modified and earned handsome rewards.

If it wasn't for Zusha's idle time to manipulate a murderer to voluntarily surrender, and other gods of thinking noticed the abnormality, even the military would not have discovered that there was another fish that slipped through the net.

"Heh." Zusha glanced at Lin Weimao and sneered: "You better be polite to me, otherwise... You said that if I seize the opportunity someday and replace the god of darkness in your memory with me, Wouldn't it be fun? Anyway, I don't mind having a god of light as my husband..."

"You'd better go to work! By the way, it is forbidden to consult their memories. After all, it is the privacy of the gods." Lin Weimao gritted his teeth, but did not dare to say more.

"Heh, if you didn't serve in the military before, let alone detect memory, it would be nothing to manipulate their minds." Zusha pinched Lin Fan's face as if provocatively, but still tacitly agreed with Lin Weimao. Instructed, then turned around and walked slowly towards those who wanted to modify their memories.

but.

Lin Fan suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Wait, they... will they remember me?" Lin Fan suddenly asked.

"Oh? Are you questioning my ability, little brother?" Zusha turned around and looked at Lin Fan with a half-smile: "They won't remember the time when they were caught, they just thought, I accidentally fell off a cliff and was trapped for several days before finally being rescued by the military."

Lin Fan's face suddenly became complicated.

After all, the hours are still in...

"Lord Patronus," Lin Fan hurriedly asked, "What will those children do?"

"Of course it is to modify the memory, and then send it back to each family," came the indifferent voice of the patron saint.

"Where's the homeless child there?" Lin Fan continued to ask.

Lin Weimao said lightly: "Then modify his memory to be found by people in the orphanage, and then send him to the orphanage. In this way, after he wakes up, he won't notice anything."

As soon as this word comes out.

Lin Fan took a deep breath: "Then can you tell me which orphanage to send him to?"

"Oh?" Lin Weimao was taken aback: "Why do you care about this?"

"To be honest," Lin Fan knew that it was time to show off his acting skills. His eyes were red and he said with sincerity, "My mother once told me in private that I actually have a younger brother."

"Unfortunately, when he was only two or three years old, he was taken away by bad people."

"The only thing I know is that my brother has yellow hair and a pocket watch my mother gave him."

"Just now, I saw that vagabond, also with yellow hair and a pocket watch... I know, that's my brother who has been separated for many years!"

"Guardian god, please tell me which orphanage to send him to, and I'll pick him up later!"

Lin Fan burst into tears.

Lin Weimao was stupid at that time.

I have a son?

I do not know how?

Lin Weimao subconsciously said: "Your brother? Why didn't I... No, I mean, does your father know about this? I have also read the information of Lin Weimao's grass-roots civil servant. He seems to have only your son."

"It's hard to say it," Lin Fan had already decided to completely round out the lie, and gritted his teeth: "Actually, this child is not my father's... sigh, so my mother kept it from him from the beginning to the end, a People smuggle children outside without letting them notice."

"So, Lord Patronus, can you now tell me which orphanage to send him to..."

However, the Patronus did not respond to him.

The old face under the mask was already stunned.

At this moment, Lin Weimao stood in the same place, his heart was extremely complicated, and his brain was down.