In the early morning, Frye woke up from his deep sleep. His head ached a little, but he felt much better. He pressed his head on his dizzy head. This room was provided for him by the high priest Laika, and it was in her personal residence.
After Fry got up, he sat in a daze for a while. Why did he come here? Fry has not yet figured out why he came here. The only thing he can be sure of is that the parasitic plant in his body was attracted by something.
Will come.
The civilization of this place is much more backward than he thought. Yesterday, Frye also saw some steam machinery products. The internal compressor is used to compress the water molecules, create resonance and finally provide kinetic energy. These are four technologies.
Technology existed centuries ago, and some mechanical connections also used plants wrapped in a dark environment as conductors.
This seems possible to Frye, because after the plant-like thing swallows something, it will directly convert the swallowed thing into its own energy. As long as the transformation process is controlled by methods such as willpower, let
These transformation products are converted into corresponding energy. In the past in Brilliant City, Frye also conducted similar mechanical kinetic energy research in the Academy of God.
When you open the window, there will be a smell in the air from time to time. Those are the smells of animal feces in the breeding farms. Everything here seems backward and primitive. There is also a huge problem in the barter-for-thing society.
If the population grows due to its shortcomings and instability, society will soon face collapse.
dong dong dong
The door to the room was knocked open. Mist stood at the door with a smile on his face, holding a piece of fragrant barbecue and a large glass of wine. Fry took a sip and said thank you.
"I really thank you yesterday. Without you, I would be dead now."
Frye shook his head, Mist put the food on the table in the room, and Frye ate it without any courtesy.
"Where are those people?"
Frye asked, and Mist said with a smile.
"All have been arrested and are currently under interrogation."
Frye didn't intend to delve into everything here. Similar things would happen anywhere. It seemed that yesterday's assassination was premeditated, because this was the center of Shimmer City. It happened to be during that time period, and there was no one nearby.
There were too many members of the Crows, and although Mist seemed to have good skills, he had no way to deal with so many assassins with sophisticated weapons and equipment at the same time.
Yesterday, Frye subdued them easily. Everyone who saw him on the street was dumbfounded, because the absolutely powerful power Frye showed shocked everyone.
Frye doesn't want to interfere too much with the problems here. He just wants to go back to Brilliant City, where he still has unfinished business. He is a little worried about the current situation in the hospital, especially Lolita's situation. In recent years,
Lolita's physical condition is becoming increasingly unstable. Although she can be cloned unlimited times, her survival time is getting shorter and shorter each time.
"What's wrong Fry, are you thinking of someone?"
Mist asked, and Frye smiled and continued eating.
"It's okay. People like this always have one or two people in their hearts."
Mist said with a smile.
"I don't have Frye. I have lived here with High Priest Laika since I was a child. She taught me all kinds of things, and finally I worked for the entire city."
Fry looked at Mist's somewhat sad look and added.
"Then she is equivalent to your mother, right?"
Mist raised his head relaxedly.
"Who knows!"
Frye didn't want to ask anything, he finished eating quickly, and Mist continued to invite Frye out for a walk and introduced him to Shimmer City.
"Where's Miss Laika?"
Frye asked.
"She should be out."
The only thing Fry wants to know now is what method Laika used to control the plant-like plants so perfectly. As long as he can learn this method from here, Fry will immediately return to Brilliant City and complete those tasks.
Unfinished business.
After the two left the room, as soon as they came to the hall below, dozens of people wearing crow masks were waiting.
"Go and do your work."
Many people seemed reluctant to leave, and a crow captain immediately stepped forward and said.
"Master Mits, if you want to travel..."
"Mr. Fry is here, you all saw it yesterday, right?"
Finally, Mist took Fry out. As soon as they entered the forest, Fry found a place to sit down comfortably, while Mist sat beside him.
"By the way Fry, you will leave here."
Mist asked, and Fry was a little surprised. He recalled that when he just mentioned Laika was his mother, Mist's eyes were shaken. In Fry's opinion, this young man looked a little tired. He drank yesterday.
Frye noticed it at that time. After all, he is the leading psychiatrist in Brilliant City. Frye has basically understood everything about Mist.
"I can listen to it if you want."
Frye said, Mist was a little surprised.
"I don't know why Fry, talking to you is like talking to a wise elder."
Frye smiled and said nothing. He did not tell Mist that he was already over 80 years old. He and Mist looked about the same age. Frye did not say much about Brilliant City, especially about Death.
Life span has been extended two or three times.
"How should I put it? I have been hungry since I was very young."
Frye's eyes became serious. In an instant, he probably knew what Mist wanted to say. It looked like he didn't have a very good childhood.
"In the past, Master Laika actually asked us to learn something when we were hungry, and also made us have to complete certain things before we could eat, but we were always not enough to eat, and we were very hungry every day."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Frye did not make too many comments. At this time, a casual remark from an outsider may cause the confidant to collapse what he believes in his heart.
Psychotherapy is not consolation therapy. Consolation can never solve the root problem, and can even make those with some mental illnesses more uncomfortable because the thing has not happened to the listener.
Seeing Mist swallowing, he seemed to be thinking of something that is still unforgettable or unacceptable. It looked quite cruel.
"Because it's hard to believe, I can't accept it. This is a problem that humans will have, but in many cases, just choosing to believe may make you feel more relaxed."
Mist looked at Frye in surprise, but Frye just smiled and said.
"I'm a doctor, I know a little bit about it, and I've seen a lot of people in this state."
Mist hummed.
"Fry, I'm the last one alive."
Frye realized something. Looking at Mist's appearance, he suddenly thought of only one thing.
"We grew up with many people, many people, but in the end I was the only one left. In this hungry competition, I won."
Frye stretched out his hand and patted Mist on the shoulder.
"All the people who reached the top in the end stood on countless corpses. If you can't accept it, or even become more and more unbearable because of something, you might as well choose to compromise with yourself."
"compromise?"
Frye nodded, stood up and pressed his hand on the thick tree trunk next to him.
"Care too much about certain problems, because these problems themselves are difficult for you to accept, but the problems themselves are caused by your choices again and again. Instead of thinking about right and wrong every day, it is better to think about your current situation.
What else do you have?"
Mist snorted and seemed silent. Fry glanced at him. He discovered yesterday that Mist ate very little when eating. He was a very temperate person, and he also drank. Fry
I felt strange, but I immediately thought that maybe it was caused by something in my childhood. This kind of restraint had become Mist's habit.
Frye took out a cigarette, lit it with a cluster of flames, and took a puff. Mist looked on with some joy.
"It would be great if I could obtain this magical power."
"There is a way!"
Frye said, but Mist did not ask any questions, but raised his head in contentment.
Frye probably knew what he was thinking about this man who had not had a good communication with anyone for a long time. He seemed to have everything that others envied, but in fact he had to endure pressure that could crush him.
People often come through this step by step. Pressure and motivation coexist. The greater the motivation, the greater the pressure.
"Are you thinking about right or wrong?"
Frye asked, and Mist hummed.
"We need to complete some tasks for food. If we finish slowly, the food will be eaten by others, or we will only be able to eat a little. I watched my companions who lived together day and night die one by one and starve to death alive.
To be continued...