Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 531: Divine Calculation
Chu Tonglu came quickly and left quickly.

After drinking, he took the money and disappeared somewhere, probably to enjoy the nightlife - for the third ring [transcendence], it is a "energy-consuming" activity in the conventional sense, and you will feel a little tired after a week of uninterrupted leisure. By the way, before parting, Chu Tonglu told Song Shi with great sorrow.

"The corporate alliance is playing too many tricks, which makes me, a native of East Land, scold it angrily!"

Snapped--

The hot air hit my face.

Fortunately, it hasn’t rained recently, so the wind was just hot but didn’t make me feel stuffy and creepy.

"Well, it would have been nice if I had gotten the Macrostate Light Energy Matrix back then."

Song Shi stood by the bar and looked up. The sky was spotless. It would be strange if the night sky was clear.

It was misty.

After that battle, it took [Fubo Energy] quite a long time to withdraw and recycle the "macro-state light energy matrix" that had covered the Rokar Plain for decades, allowing this land to return to the fertile land it was thousands of years ago.

However, Fubo Energy was defeated and simply withdrew, but what Enlightenment faced was a city that needed to be rebuilt.

Apart from the inner city area which maintained a warm climate all year round and had nothing to worry about, the outer city area of ​​Zhuguang City had to undergo major changes.

The frost, snow and scorching heat of over 30 degrees Celsius have brought about changes to the city that are far more than just changing the gear on the indoor air conditioner or removing the electric heating device from your coat.

Even the simplest infrastructure, such as the high-voltage lines that can be found everywhere, has very different application, performance and maintenance standards in the two completely different environments.

Strictly speaking, the specific urban transformation plan was prepared by a team of Enlightened Ones long before the capture of Zhuguang City. However, at that time, most of Enlightened Ones' energy was focused on how to defeat Fubo Energy, and there were also many members who were pessimistic and opposed.

When the battle of Forged Light City was over, many people couldn’t believe the battle report. Did we really win?!

Under such circumstances, the reconstruction plan of the so-called "New Zhuguang City" was naturally bumpy and made little progress.

Over the past year, Qimingzhe has invested enormous manpower and material resources, revised the renovation plan several times, and carried out major infrastructure adjustments for the "New Zhuguang City", even attracting a large number of engineering contractors to settle in, demolishing the old and building the new.

Thanks to the superior technical advantages and mature supporting services of the corporate alliance in the engineering field, Zhuguang City has undergone a dramatic transformation in just over a year. The only drawback is that this major event has caused environmental pollution and is currently still in a state of circulation and dissipation.

However, once the Enlightened Ones' attention is diverted from the people's livelihood, defense, and economic system construction of the New Light City, they should find ways to improve the environment.

Anyway, no matter how bad the environment is, it won't be worse than when I used to bump into corpses frozen into ice sculptures while walking.

"Brother, do you want to tell fortunes?"

A shout interrupted Song Shi's wandering thoughts.

Song Shi stopped and unknowingly walked to a very busy alley.

In the gap between a bunch of snack stalls, a wind-proof sign wrapped with neon lights shook, with fourteen large characters written on it: "The universe is infinite, and I know everything about heaven and hell." A mobile phone was placed on a stand next to it, with live broadcast comments scrolling in real time, but the refresh speed was obviously not fast.

Song Shi pulled open the folding stool and sat down in front of the stall: "What's the algorithm? Do you want me to write a word first?"

The stall owner behind the plastic table was a skinny young man with messy curly hair and a short-sleeved jacket. He smiled brightly when he saw someone coming.

"Just to ask in advance, do you mind if I'm live streaming?"

"uh-huh."

The stall owner glanced at the live broadcast barrage, and suddenly a few barrages of "Song Shi?" appeared on it. He didn't care, crossed his hands and supported his chin.

"Relax, brother. I don't believe in feudal superstitions."

"Oh?"

"Well, I'll ask a few questions first. If you feel offended or don't want to talk about it, just skip it. Of course, I still hope that you can tell the truth as much as possible when it comes to the accuracy of my fortune-telling results."

"Okay, just ask."

"Is your father still alive?"

"Gone."

"Where's your mother?" "Gone."

"My condolences, but we are mainly here to tell fortunes." The stall owner kept talking, quite perfunctorily. It is normal to be without parents these days: "Then let me continue to ask, are you married, brother?"

"none."

"What about partners? It counts as heterosexual, homosexual, or asexual."

"none."

"Sexless or nothing?"

"none."

Next, the stall owner asked some random questions.

"Okay, I've fully understood your situation."

The stall owner put down his hands, looking serious.

"You know, the suppression of vitality is the suppression of sex, and the liberation of sex is the beginning of spiritual liberation."

"In fact, sex is nothing more than the most basic physiological need of human beings. Our culture, their culture, and your culture have given it too many additional meanings, which eventually built a high wall with these meanings, and many dogmas have bound us. I completely understand your problem, brother."

“I don’t think I’ve asked any questions yet.”

"No, brother, your problem is too big. Believe me, if you don't want the cracks in your heart to turn into ravines, you have to listen to me."

"Are you happy? You don't have to say false and misleading words. I know you must be unhappy. Sexual pleasure is the purest, strongest and most enjoyable. I have never seen anyone with a harmonious and happy sex life. Their life will not be happy and blissful. But you don't have a partner. You have neither sex nor homosexuality. I think there is no need to explain what this means."

The stall owner spoke in a sincere tone.

"Obviously, the reason you resist sex and suppress this impulse is because of your parents. You are so young, but you don't have a father. You lost your big other when you were immature, which made your mind unbelievable and tended to be eternally incomplete. You don't have a mother, which made your budding sexual impulse die. Those disguised inner desires for the opposite sex parents have nowhere to vent. You are at a loss. The profound impact of the collapsed family structure has continued to this moment and is rooted in your heart."

"speak English."

"You want to fuck your mom."

Song Shi smiled.

"Which fortune-telling method did you learn? Divination? I Ching? Four Pillars of Destiny? Interpretation of prophecies?"

The stall owner waved his hand: "I said I don't want to do anything feudal and superstitious."

"Come on, to be honest, what I have learned is meant to be known to those who are destined to know me. Since you are interested in what I like, how about I make an exception and sell you a set?"

The stall owner took out a small notebook from his seat, with a line of small regular script on the spine that read "Complete Solution to Psychoanalysis".

"One price, 1,200 credit points."

Song Shi took it and exerted force with his hand, but it didn't move. The other end of the book was pinched tightly by the stall owner.

"You're not going to give an explanation for this book costing thousands of dollars?"

"Ahem." The stall owner lowered his voice, "There's a membership card inside. It's from a treatment agency I'm working with. I guarantee they can solve your sexual repression issues. Their role-playing services are great."

"Well, if you sell it this way, your treatment facility is probably not a legitimate one. Do you have a business license?"

Song Shi showed the data tablet in his pocket, which showed the emergency number of the Security Bureau. As a fourth-ring psychic, Song Shi's authority was indeed a little greater than that of an enthusiastic citizen.

Sirens sounded outside the alley.

"It's better to leave without seeing him off."

It’s the fourth day after we left.

The communication from Chakoro has arrived.

(End of this chapter)