Chapter 275 Induction

The words of the person in the black fog were clearly threatening Chen Ming.

But Chen Ming didn't buy it. Without saying a word, he used his maximum strength in the small room without causing damage to the environment, trying to catch the psychic who was using the black fog.

However, the black fog moved nimbly in the box, constantly transformed into phantoms, and constantly sneaked into the shadows in the room.

Chen Ming felt that the effect of this psychic using the black fog psychic power was even stronger than the previous black fog psychic.

This psychic power was going to be played out in his hands.

Chen Ming couldn't catch him at all, at least he had to use all his strength to deal with it.

It was really hard to take action in this restricted environment now.

And although Chen Ming's actions were not threatened by this set of threats, the downtown area still restricted his actions to a certain extent.

At least before this person who was obviously on the left side took the lead, Chen Ming could not burst out with power that could threaten the surrounding environment.

Because once he did this first, Zuo Jing would definitely find ways to throw dirty water on him and force him into Zuo Jing's camp.

Unless Zuo Jing made the first move and Chen Ming fought back.

But Zuo Jing was not a fool.

The psychic in the black fog also knew why Chen Ming was limiting his power now.

So the black fog just dodged blindly and did not launch any attacks at all.

Gradually, Chen Ming stopped moving. It was a pure waste of time to do so.

And from the performance of this black fog, Zuo Jing was not here to fight with him, but had something to say to him.

After Chen Ming stopped moving, the black fog that was just running around in the box suddenly rolled through Chen Ming's body, and a human figure condensed behind Chen Ming.

A very handsome man turned around and adjusted his neat suit, and asked Chen Ming: "Have you had enough fun?"

Although Chen Ming had never seen this face, the man's movements and the voice he just spoke had already told Chen Ming.

This guy was the glass bead psychic who ran to the planet and was recorded by him when the black fog psychic was captured by him. He changed his face again.

Seeing that Chen Ming did not respond, the glass bead psychic asked sarcastically: "Do you want to try again?"

In such a small box, and outside is really a downtown environment, Chen Ming really has no good way to take this guy down without exerting all his abilities.

So he simply gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight with the glass bead psychic under the restrictions of the environment, sat back in the chair, and planned to see why Zuo Jingbi came to the door earlier than the government.

However, his bloodshot eyes continued to scan the glass bead psychic, filled with murderous intent: "What do you want to do?"

The glass bead psychic did not answer Chen Ming's question, but stared at Chen Ming's eyes and said: "You should be suffering from rage now, right? This is a disease that many psychics will suffer from, and physical psychics are more likely to suffer from it."

Chen Ming was silent and did not respond. Instead, the violent aura and murderous intent on his body began to become more and more obvious.

The glass bead psychic was not angry when he saw this scene, but was secretly happy in his heart.

"Berserk syndrome brings the desire to destroy and kill to the patient. You should be very clear about the pain caused by these two desires, right?"

"You want to release it, but you are restricted by the rules of the empire, so you choose a compromise and kill Zuo Jing."

"Only by killing Zuo Jing and the criminal can you vent your desires without being hunted by the empire."

"Zuo Jing deserves to die."

Chen Ming's words made the glass bead psychic seem to have heard something funny: "Even if Zuo Jing deserves to die, he should be judged by the laws of the empire, not by some people who vent their anger to satisfy their own selfish desires."

"You should admit it directly. There is no need to use Zuo Jing as an excuse. Massacre is massacre. You are just following your desire to kill."

"If you really just want to kill Zuo Jing, then a psychic like you can use efficient means to kill those people as quickly as possible, instead of thinking about what to do. Killing like a wild beast." Chen Ming stared fiercely at the glass bead psychic who revealed his identity in his words and said, "Is there a possibility that I am letting you people from Zuojing also experience the final despair of those ordinary people who are used as test subjects by you?" But the glass bead psychic didn't buy it: "Pale excuses can't beautify your violent behavior. You are enjoying the feeling of killing. You are a bad person from the bottom of your heart." "Oh, I didn't expect that one day, as the number one cult of the empire, Zuojing people can actually educate me." The glass bead psychic shook his head and said, "I'm not educating you, I just want to say..." "Since you are pursuing this kind of killing pleasure that is completely inconsistent with the secular world, wandering on the edge of the gray area of ​​the law, and one foot has already stepped into the black area, why don't you join us?" "?" Chen Ming was on the space station before, killing Zuojing was indeed his idea.

But he just wanted to maintain his persona and vent his dissatisfaction with Zuo Jing’s members.

So he was a little rough when he entered the insect state and did not leave a complete body. Chen Ming also recognized the name of violence.

But how did Zuo Jing understand his actions? And invited him to join?

Chen Ming did not understand for a while, but he immediately realized that this was a good opportunity.

His eyes became more ferocious, and he roared in a low voice: "What do you mean?"

Chen Ming's tone became more fierce, as if he was poked in a sore spot.

The glass bead psychic had a smile on his face, and quietly crushed a glass bead in his pocket, which had a vortex-shaped entity inside that made people uneasy, as if they would sink completely into it if they looked at it for too long.

A sentence with a seductive nature came out of his mouth: "You don't actually care about the lives of ordinary people on the space station, you just want to satisfy your own desires."

"You call people directly and don't care about the follow-up. The status of those ordinary people in your heart is not important at all. What's important is yourself."

"I agree with your idea on this point. You really shouldn't care about ordinary people. They are just a weak group. Psychics are the future."

"..."

Chen Ming was silent for a while.

Be honest, the first two sentences are indeed correct for him.

But this is not limited to the ideas of psychics, but any normal person may have an idea.

Be prudent and protect yourself. Don't take the initiative to do things that you shouldn't do.

Under this premise, Chen Ming also believes that there are indeed some people who are willing to pay for others. He also respects these people, but he himself is not such a person.

So he did just pass the information to the Anti-Cult Bureau before, and did some simple protection work within his ability.

Only Uncle Mao helped him, so he went to save him personally.

As for the third sentence, Chen Ming completely disagreed.

Psychics are a rare group born based on the huge population of the empire. If there were no ordinary people, there would not be so many psychics.

And the empire also has many ordinary scholars who have conducted more in-depth research on psychics than psychics.

It is absolutely wrong to say that psychics do not need to care about ordinary people.

This is Chen Ming's firm idea.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Zuo Jing seems to have a deep misunderstanding of him.

Obviously, Chen Ming was using An Wuping's leather case to vent his dissatisfaction with Zuo Jing, but Zuo Jing seemed to have a completely new understanding of his behavior and interpreted his behavior in a completely different direction.

However, this indirectly shows that Zuo Jing does not have too many informants in the Anti-Cult Bureau of the Odan Star Region, otherwise they should know the video of the rescue of Uncle Mao that he left behind, and they would not have such a misunderstanding of him.

But the enemy's misunderstanding may still be a good thing.

This glass bead psychic definitely came with some bad ideas, because Chen Ming noticed the small movements of his hands in his pockets.

The glass bead psychic didn't know that his identity had been seen through by Chen Ming, and he continued to say to Chen Ming as if he knew a lot and had been through it: "Your problems are not a problem for us. We can help you and help you kill people at will."

The glass bead psychic's words were very suggestive, guiding Chen Ming in the direction of venting his anger when he was in a violent state.

Chen Ming simply followed this inducement and showed a little irritability.

"Zuo Jing?"

"Why?"

"You guys deserve it?"

He said three sentences in a hurry, as if he was angry when thinking.

The glass bead psychic said confidently: "We have not been completely wiped out after so many years."

"Zuo Jing is a cult, and everyone in the cult is a criminal. It doesn't matter if I, a psychic, kill these people casually. What did ordinary people do? Why should I kill ordinary people? Is it good for me?"

"Let me ask you a question." The glass bead psychic said: "If one day, your rage is serious, and there is no Zuo Jing nearby, no lawbreakers, what can you do?"

"Wait to die? Wait until the rage completely spreads to your brain? Turn you into a complete monster? Or kill some civilians to calm your anger?"

"You killed Zuo Jing just because Zuo Jing happened to be within your reach, and Zuo Jing's identity gave you a little psychological comfort."

"If there is really no other way, will you really not kill those ordinary people?"

"..."

Chen Ming actually does not have rage, but if such a situation really happens, he is really not sure what he will do.

This reaction happened to be very suitable for An Wuping's current situation, so Chen Ming fell silent and said nothing.

"It seems that you also know what a sick person would do."

The glass bead psychic crushed another glass bead in his pocket, saying, "This is not a problem of your own thoughts, but a physiological problem. You will never be able to restrain yourself."

"Even if you can still find some left paths to kill, what about the future? You can only turn your claws and fangs towards ordinary people who you pretended to be righteous and didn't kill before when your rage attacks, and then be targeted by the empire."

"Instead of having to face two enemies in the future, why don't you take advantage of the moment to turn one enemy into your friend?"

Chen Ming saw another small move of the glass bead psychic, as well as the extremely weak and familiar psychic fluctuations that were wrapped around him and could not be detected without much effort. He already knew what this guy wanted to do.

The glass bead psychic obviously wanted to use this psychic fluctuation to induce him, that is, brainwash him, while he was suffering from rage and his mental strength was relatively weak.

Knowing this, Chen Ming's next performance was simple: "I killed so many of you, is it possible that you would let me join?"

The glass bead psychic immediately said: "You should have checked the content in the space station database, right?"

Chen Ming sneered and said: "Backstabbing and killing your own people, you really don't mind me, an outsider, killing a few, so how can I rest assured that you won't backstab me?"

The glass bead psychic heard this, not only did he not feel annoyed by being exposed, but he also thought that his guidance just now was effective.

Because An Wuping's words had already shown some heartbeats.

Although the words were full of resistance, this also took into account what would happen after joining Zuo Jing.

So he continued to persuade: "Compared to weak people, we obviously prefer capable people. Capable people are always guests of honor here, and psychics like you are capable people."

"Do you mean that the four psychics who died on the space station were all incapable people? How funny."

As soon as Chen Ming said this, it was the turn of the glass bead psychic to not understand.

An Wuping meant that the psychics on the space station were killed by their own people?

But... didn't An Wuping kill all these people himself?

Has the rage disorder made his mind so mad that he couldn't think clearly?

No.

The glass bead psychic didn't think that An Wuping was really fooled by the rage disorder now. At most, he was just a little irritable because of the rage disorder.

The psychic who came back alive concealed some information.

He could probably guess what the situation was.

After all, many psychics who did not join the official empire and some forces belonging to the empire, but joined their Zuojing, came here because they had committed crimes that could not be covered up by their identity as psychics.

Such people gathered together and their private struggles could not be stopped at all.

So later their policy was to directly implement a more cruel training plan for these scattered psychics who joined later.

Let them fight among themselves. Only those who survived the fight can get their support.

Unless they are psychics who really believe in Zuojing.

So on that space station, I'm afraid that before An Wuping's sudden rise, someone had fallen because of his own backstab.

Otherwise, the five psychics in the space station and on the ground would have joined forces and would not have been completely powerless in front of An Wuping.

The glass bead psychic was slapped in the face as soon as he said it, but he didn't say anything and continued to say shamelessly: "We respect the strong internally, and the competition is fierce. Occasionally, some people will do something inappropriate."

"But we have always been fair in terms of rules. Whoever is strong will get support."

Chen Ming questioned: "Can you be considered strong if you rely on the conspiracy and trickery of external enemies to kill your own people?"

The glass bead psychic answered decisively: "Some people are alive, some are dead, and the living are the strong."

"But that space station and laboratory should be very important to you, right? I also know a little about dimensional infection. In such a place, there are people who stab their own people in the back. Are you, Zuo Jing, only able to recruit these trash under the siege of the empire?"

"Can you believe that there are no termites in a force?"

"I only believe what I see. They are all trash, trash who can't even develop psychic energy."

Chen Ming's continuous insults made the glass bead psychic feel a little unhappy, but he really had nothing to refute.

At this time, he is the only psychic with a higher level in the nearby star field who can run out to perform other tasks.

Most of the important psychics are gathered in Caimo Star Field, and the psychics in other places are indeed a bit weak.

But this is not a reason for An Wuping, a psychic of at least level 4, to bully those psychics of level 2 and 3.

Just as the glass bead psychic was about to say something, Chen Ming suddenly raised his hand and said, "Let's take a step back. What's the benefit of me joining you? Killing people at will?"

"If I really want to solve the problem of rage, I will go and tell the Empire and ask them to provide me with death row prisoners and Zuo Jing for me to kill. Will they refuse?"

"It is reasonable and legal for me to kill Zuo Jing, and no one will hunt me down. Even those who know what I have done will applaud me."

"There are more capable people in Zuo Jing or in the Empire?"

"I am not stupid."

The glass bead psychic crushed the glass bead for the third time and said, "We can provide what you need, whether it is psychic materials, psychic resources or psychic drugs. As long as you can join, we can give you all of these. You don't need to work hard to contribute to the Empire to get so much. "" "Your ability is very suitable for us to cultivate, as long as you can join, everything is yours." This time, the effect of glass beads does not seem to be ideal. The substantive thing must be taken out in a substantive investment name. After calming down, it is not easy to deceive and induces. And the spiritual effect of the three glass beads he just crushed, it is also worse than one. It is just to give An Wubing more unnecessary pressure and disgust to the left. Then it was time to leave.

Anyway, he had done what he should do, and it would depend on whether the situation would develop to their liking.

"That's it, it seems we can't come up with a conclusion today."

"Goodbye."

The glass bead psychic turned decisively and pushed open the door of the box.

He smiled at the waiter who just came to deliver the food, and walked out.

Only Chen Ming was left half leaning on the table, supporting his head with one hand, staring at the direction of departure with a gloomy face.

Shortly after the glass bead psychic left, he turned into black fog again in a dark alley, and instantly came to the local base some distance away from where he disappeared.

He picked up the terminal and made a video call.

Soon after, a gentle, honest, and somewhat simple-minded face appeared on the terminal, and a voice came asking: "Thousand Faces, how is it?"

The glass bead psychic known as Thousand Faces responded: "The progress is not ideal. He has been suffering from berserker syndrome for a long time. Although he is not very sensitive to some mental attacks, he has real resistance and is not easy to deceive directly."

"But the seed has been planted. The brain of a physical psychic is almost defenseless. As long as the rhythm is slowed down, he can still be affected."

"Later, I plan to find an opportunity to stimulate his berserker syndrome and let him go berserker at a critical moment. As long as he goes berserker in a similar environment, the damage he can cause may be more exaggerated than our carefully planned attack."

"As long as he can't control his berserker syndrome, then He will be forced to follow our path. "

The person on the other end of the phone was quite satisfied with Qianmian's approach, but there was a question: "Are you sure the seed can affect him?"

"Yes, he is just a physical psychic."

"But I still doubt it, because the Odan star field cleared us out too quickly, and there was no time to investigate what happened in the space station and the laboratory."

"The space station itself is the barrier of the underground laboratory. The barrier collapsed, the laboratory lost contact, and all the information leaked out. Isn't it normal? What happened in the underground laboratory must have nothing to do with him."

"How did you confirm it?"

"I confirmed it with this."

Qianmian said, flipping his palm, and a gray-green glass bead filled with a sense of life and power condensed in his palm.

When Qianmian and other high-level officials of Zuojing reported the news.

Chen Ming finally confirmed that no one was watching him around.

The irritable and gloomy expression he pretended to have suddenly relaxed, and he continued to enjoy the local food sent over like nothing happened.

An hour later.

Chen Ming returned to the spaceship and immediately went to the mirror in the bathroom of the spaceship.

The psychic from Zuo Jing seemed to really treat him as a fool.

Even if the words mixed with psychic fluctuations were deliberately concealed, they could not escape his vigilant defense.

Not to mention that this thing directly invaded An Wuping's brain.

However, An Wuping's brain was useless, and the psychic fluctuations acted in the wrong place.

Only when these psychic fluctuations happened to act on his body surface during the invasion did they really affect him slightly, but it was just a slight impact.

Chen Ming reacted immediately and resisted this influence. He also adjusted the way of replying according to the direction of this influence, so that the glass bead psychic would not notice anything unusual.

However, this psychic fluctuation still left something in An Wuping's mind.