In a normal society, a gentle and polite person with extremely high cultivation and qualities will be welcomed by everyone.

But in his subconscious, is he also so elegant and polite?

The answer is uncertain.

Many high-intellectuals often have some paranoid and pathological hobbies that ordinary people do not have. Fetish, stalkers, pedophiles, homosexuals...

And this game can peel off all the constraints. The memories and education of the past, the rules and repressions of the past will be released.

In this game, no matter what creature is, you will show your subconscious thoughts and even thoughts that you find incredible will appear in the game.

Using the player's subconscious and peeling memory, the player will have another life, which is likely to be magnificent, or unknown.

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After silently recalling his plan, Li Qiang started the game and fell into darkness.

If you want to leave this damn mineral planet, you can only rely on this game to connect to the outside world, so Li Qiang spent all his time on this game except mining.

This is a game that players cannot control, and can only use their subconscious mind to influence the characters of the game.

Li Qiang firmly believes that he can leave the mineral planet through this game because he has a very big advantage.

The characters in this game are formed by stripping away the subconscious module. Without memory, everyone's starting point is the same, but some important choices will have a huge impact on the characters in the game.

For example, according to Li Qiang's subconscious module, he will not kill anyone.

But Rick in the game really killed someone, why?

Because Li Qiang can vaguely influence Rick's thoughts. This influence was discovered by Li Qiang inadvertently. He speculated that it is likely to be related to his long-term living in the harsh environment of electromagnetic storms.

The mutated mental power that affects Rick's judgment is Li Qiang's biggest advantage.

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The dawn took away the last bit of coolness in the night. As soon as the sun rose, it threw its hot high temperature onto the earth.

Rick's eyelids shook and opened his eyes. The solid and flat black gravel roof was staring at the dusty spider web at the corner of the room for a while, Rick slowly woke up.

In my dream last night, I suddenly remembered the feeling of cutting the broken blade into the flesh. The attendant's screams before his death and the tall guard's death with his eyes closed, both brought some depression to Rick.

After holding up his body, his shoulders were painful, Rick remembered that there was a piece of flesh missing on his shoulders.

Looking at the thick burlap that was slightly bleeding, Rick thought for a while, don't be a short sword, put the old reserve uniform and pushed open the door.

The heat wave rolled, instantly taking away the cool air in the house. Raised his hand to cover the high sun, and Rick's gaze flew across the entire border military camp. It was still early and the entire camp seemed quiet.

But there was already a slight smoke rising from the smoky kitchen.

Rick looked at the time and felt that it was still time to turn around and close the door, and used a short sword to clear the wax seal ball that had been hiding in his arms.

There is no mechanism, there is only a piece of solid kraft paper inside.

After forcibly remembering the text above, Rick lit the note and completely destroyed the wax seal before leaving.

Stepping on the soft yellow sand, Rick came outside the kitchen. Before he could get close, he saw a disabled and thin old Samoan man who was trying hard to move a wooden barrel.

His left shoulder was replaced by a round poplar wood, which was inlaid with fixed rivets and bearings. This alternative prosthetic limb looked a bit old, and the joints were filled with dark oil. The solid thick cable cloth on his body was also covered with a layer of greasy things.

The old man seemed a little tired, hammered his left shoulder, with the old Eiger's signature seriousness and seriousness on his face.

As if he noticed Rick, Old Egg waved the poplar prosthesis and sat on the wooden barrel: "Come here to work quickly, do you want to get a whip?" Old Egg looked old, but his voice still showed a loud and tough feeling.

Rick smiled, walked over quickly, and helped Old Eiger put the barrel in place.

"Is your shoulder injured?" Old Egg looked at Rick with his turbid eyes, and stopped slightly on his still bleeding shoulder. Before Rick could speak, he added: "Have you taken the medicine?"

Rick smiled, waved his arm, and signaled that he was fine: "Not yet!"

Old Aiger had a stern face, twisted his prosthesis, and with a "pop", he opened a secret lattice on the prosthesis: "This is a trauma medicine, please apply it yourself."

Old Eiger said, picking out a little dark yellow powder with his nails, Rick wiped his hands and quickly took it.

After applying the medicine, Rick felt better, at least the wound would not seep blood due to the movement: "Thank you, dad!"

Old Egg nodded, and said nothing, but signaled Rick to come to the kitchen to help.

Various drought-tolerant edible plants in the Samos Desert can be found in the kitchen of Old Aiger.

While helping with the cooking, Rick asked unintentionally: "Dad, do you know where there is a salt well near us?"

Old Egg's eyes were slightly condensed, he stopped his movements and stared at Rick for a while: "What are you asking about this? Want to pick salt?"

Rick lowered his eyes and poked the stove: "It's nothing, it's just a sudden curiosity."

Old Eiger's old face, with a wide pleated flesh, wrinkled when he heard this: "What's the hell that **Have you said!" He kicked Rick's butt, and Old Eiger looked bad.

The smile on Rick's face gradually disappeared, and his voice became serious: "Dad, I don't want to stay here for the rest of my life, I want to go out and have a look."

Old Eiger's body trembled, and his hunched back slowly stood up. It was not until this time that Rick realized that Old Eiger was very tall.

The turbid old eyes narrowed slightly, and the wrinkles on their faces slowly outlined an unprecedented vicissitude: "Do you really want to leave here?" Old Egg couldn't hear the joy and anger, but with a hint of unconcealed sigh.

Rick didn't know why Old Eiger reacted so much, but he knew that he couldn't deceive this father who took good care of himself.

When Rick first arrived at the border military camp, he was so scared that he was at a loss and didn't know what to do. At that time, before the mysterious voice appeared, Rick was assigned to Old Egg's men.

Old Aeger has a strange temper. He is obviously in the border army like a bandit nest, but he still maintains a false thing. By the way, the squadron leader said that thing before, and it seems to be a noble temperament.

Rick didn't understand how old Egg had any aristocratic temperament. He was just an old thing who was about to lose his body and half of his body was buried in the loess. What aristocratic temperament was there?

But after the first time having a meal with Old Egg, Rick changed that view.

They both ate dried potato and grain cakes, and it was also difficult to swallow. Rick's expression was painful, but Old Eiger seemed to be eating delicious food in the world, chewing slowly. The so-called aristocratic temperament is really unlearnable.

After asking, Old Egg didn't wait for Rick to answer, sat on the log pile, took out a bag of extremely spicy dry tobacco, took out a brass pipe, picked up a stove match, and lit it silently.

The thick tobacco gas slowly spread in the narrow kitchen.
Chapter completed!