What’s wrong with the dream world!

With the Prophet's heavy sigh, the quarrel paused, and in the silence, a low-pressure atmosphere spread in the room.

The [Prophet] still had his eyes closed, and the two [people] were still staring at him intently, one standing and the other sitting.

Thirty seconds later, the Prophet opened his eyes, lowered his head, and said with a sigh and a feeling:

"Alas, it seems I have no choice but to share my vision with you in order to convince 'you'."

After saying this, he extended his left and right hands to the young man and woman respectively.

The two [masses] who were originally very aggressive suddenly paused and looked strange, as if they had not expected the [prophet] to do such a thing.

The [Prophet] does not actually have the ability to share vision... That's not entirely true. It should be that the scene seen by the [Prophet] can only be confirmed by those who share the same destiny as him in the "Omniscience" field.

Throughout history, those who possess destiny in the "omniscience" realm are notoriously rare. In modern times, under the transcendent and active regulation of the "omniscience" realm, they are also extremely united and difficult to be plundered, stolen, or captured.

Not only are the two [masses] present not the destiny owners of the "omniscient" realm, but there are no destiny owners of the "omniscient" realm among the current [masses], and it is impossible to share the perspective of the [prophet] through the means of destiny owners of the "omniscient" realm.

But the masses have their own way.

The two members of the crowd held the hands of the prophet and another person respectively, and at the same time activated the power shared by all of them - "three people make a crowd".

Under certain conditions, as long as there are two or more [masses] on the scene, they can transform an "outsider" into an "insider", making him a member of the [masses].

The kind without self-awareness.

The Prophet's expression quickly changed, losing its luster, and then, like the young man and woman at the moment, a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on their faces.

"I see... If things are really developing as you've observed... 'We' really shouldn't interfere..."

The overlapping voices of the three people echoed in the room. At this time, the old man seemed to have completely lost the tit-for-tat momentum in his previous words. His eyes were not as shrewd as before, and he spoke the same words as the young man and woman.

An old man in a Tang suit, a young man in a black suit with a safety pin on his chest, a female white-collar worker in a professional suit... The atmosphere between the three people holding hands in a circle is harmonious, and their expressions have a hint of strange harmony.

"This feeling... reminds me of over 1,700 years ago, when a [Prophet] also became an 'I'... No, it feels even better than then... After all, the new generation of destiny holders generally have a higher starting point than those of the past, and you are the first person in this era to do so..."

Inside the room, the three [people] at this moment didn't even say "we", they all directly called themselves "I", and a rare excitement appeared on everyone's face.

Although the [masses] cannot prevent the decline of individuals, and this old "new member" has little time left, this is a transcendent in the field of "omniscience", and his abilities can be of great value even if they are only used a few times.

Even the Prophet's status as a permanent member of the board is valuable...

There were many reasons to completely turn the [Prophet] into a member of the [Mass], but in the end, the young man and the female white-collar worker sighed and let go of the [Prophet's] hand.

"You're expelled."

The young man and the female white-collar worker spoke to the old man in unison.

"Three people make a crowd" actually has another usage, which is the justice cut developed by the [crowd] after experiencing a plague-like attack in the past - when three [crowds] are able to communicate verbally, they can expel one [crowd] and restore his self-awareness.

The Prophet's vision gradually regained clarity.

He blinked, his eyes moving back and forth between the constipated young man and the pity-looking woman, and chuckled:

"Haha, thank you for your trust in me."

"...Do you really think you can always make your wishes come true?"

Realizing that their actions had been predicted, the two [Male] members, although not regretting their words, had a hint of annoyance in their voices.

However, the prophet's subsequent words were able to appease the two young and energetic people.

"No, no, no... At best, I can only know the results earlier than others. How can I manipulate the development of things as I please?"

"In the past, I was just a young man who knew a lot but was powerless, and now I am just an old man who knows a lot but has little strength... I am just a prophet, but I don't have the powerful force of the masses to influence history."

"So, most of the time, I have to find some like-minded companions and gain their precious trust in order to accomplish something. Trust is not something that can be easily gained by uttering a few unclear riddles to explain the future, or making a few major predictions to influence the future."

“Trust it’s mutual.”

"I know you guys have always been skeptical of me, but I have always trusted you guys 100%!"

The [Prophet] spoke in a serious tone, his eyes moving quickly between the two [Crowds], as if he wanted to show his sincerity by looking at them openly.

But his action failed. It can only be effective when a person is face to face, and the existence he faces is the "crowd", and the one that appears before him is the "followers".

But the result was successful...

The [crowd] seemed to be touched by the [prophet's] words, and more likely they had not yet recovered from the [prophet's] active choice to "join" them, so they were speechless for a moment.

After a while, the two [people] changed the subject, or perhaps returned to the main topic, and slowly said:

"'We' will not take action against the Dominant at this time, but the premise is that things really develop as you 'seen', and..."

"Are you sure you're not just watching a bigger bomb form?"

The overlapping voices revealed a distinct weirdness. The [Crowd], who had observed a certain fragment of someone's future, felt that the [Prophet] was a little too lazy and letting himself go.

How could a man who had made such a great contribution to the Federation’s bomb disposal be allowed to face such a predicament!

The Prophet seemed to be thinking of something happy and smiled again:

"This bomb has nothing to do with me. 'You' can't accuse me of setting those fires just because I didn't put them out everywhere."

"Besides, I'm not like you, the masters of destiny, who can live forever and remain young forever. I've lived for over two hundred years and I'm old enough to be useless, so..."

"I decided to trust the wisdom of future generations!"

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In Zhu Yajing's home, in order to avoid meaningless conversations and unnecessary troubles, Liu Liangrui, after entering the door, lightly nodded at Zhu Yajing from a distance, and thus removed the "destructive" influence that he had deliberately left on his eldest daughter.

That is, the memory of oneself in the past.

This is for quick familiarization

"I'm sorry that I haven't been with you and your son for so many years."

Liu Liangrui, sitting on the sofa, felt like he was back home. Although he didn't cross his legs, his body was naturally spread out.

Zhu Yajing stood opposite him tremblingly.

Although Zhu Yajing recalled everything about the man in front of her, she recognized that Liu Liangrui was the father who had gone out to buy milk and never came back.

But in her memory, her father had never worn a military uniform covered with medals.

And thinking about it carefully, the memories that just suddenly came back together like a puzzle are really strange...

Zhu Yajing couldn't immediately trust the middle-aged man in front of her who had a somewhat fake smile.

The Silence of the Lambs: Chapter 124 Not Not the Father

To be honest, if it wasn't for my sister still sleeping in the bedroom.

When Liu Liangrui walked into the living room, Zhu Yajing wanted to rush out the door and run all the way to the property management office on the first floor along the escape stairs!

After all, Liu Liangrui looks really weird no matter how you look at him!

Perhaps because she grew up as a deaf-mute who was discriminated against and excluded, Zhu Yajing is actually quite sensitive, and her sensitivity brings her a certain sharpness. Maybe she is not as extraordinary as the people with this fate, but she can barely distinguish the true intentions of others.

Among bullies, there are many evil people who disguise themselves as gentle people and enjoy trampling on trust.

Of course, no matter how cautious ordinary people are, they often have limited means when facing a person with a destiny. Especially when facing a person with unknown abilities, they have no idea where to start and no means of counterattack...

Zhu Yajing forced herself to calm down and analyze the current situation.

When the middle-aged man in military uniform in front of him pointed at him from a distance, he, who had no memory of his father before, suddenly had a clear memory, and the face in his mind overlapped with the face in his current vision.

This feeling is not like the "triggered memory" described in some psychology books. It is more like a garbled memory suddenly returning to normal, or more like being "destroyed" and then "repaired."

Zhu Yajing lowered her head, but still secretly looked at the man with a wild and unrestrained temperament sitting on the sofa with a suspicious look.

Apart from looking a little more vicissitudes of life, based on his appearance, temperament and expression, one can almost be completely certain that the other person is his father whom he has not seen for many years.

But Zhu Yajing still couldn't be sure. After experiencing the "real dream" incident, Zhu Yajing clearly realized the horror of the owner of the fate.

In order to practice his own "saving the world" philosophy, the "induction" used by No. 13 in his missionary work in the past will be automatically released after entering the "real dream" for the first time, so Zhu Yajing can realize that something is wrong with the previous state.

Since the owner of this fate exists, just by meeting someone once, a few words from him or her can make you, who originally had no interest in the "real dreamland", try it rashly without thinking.

Then perhaps there are people with this fate who can tamper with their own memories and replace the image of their father in their minds.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the man in front of her is indeed her father...but this also makes Zhu Yajing dare not take it lightly.

The other person was wearing a military uniform covered with medals; the act of breaking into a home.

And at this moment, Zhu Yajing felt a little creepy, as if the gaze was sizing up an object...

Zhu Yajing felt that she could not just sit there and wait for death.

She secretly glanced at the cell phone placed next to the books on the coffee table in front of Liu Liangrui.

After experiencing a disaster yesterday, Zhu Yajing set up a small program developed by "Only Technology" on her mobile phone. With just a few clicks, she can send address information and call the police silently.

Zhu Yajing deeply understood that she stayed here to ensure Zhu Yueyu's safety, not just to give herself some psychological comfort.

After thinking for a while, Zhu Yajing decided on a strategy and took action.

'I'll get you a glass of water.'

Zhu Yajing expressed it in sign language.

She planned to use the action of putting the cup of water on the coffee table as a cover and take the mobile phone next to the book as naturally as possible.

But when she raised her head and looked at Liu Liangrui with forced calmness, she suddenly found that the father's expression seemed a little confused, as if he could not understand Zhu Yajing's gesture at all.

'He can't understand sign language...'

Zhu Yajing's suspicion about the identity of Liu Liangrui's father deepened because she remembered that she was diagnosed with hearing and speech loss when she was very young, and her father had not disappeared at that time.

In other words, his father should have known about this defect!

'Either he is not my father, but a person with unknown intentions who pretends to be my father. Or he is indeed my father, but... he doesn't care?'

Although Zhu Yajing was more inclined to the first possibility, she still thought of the second possibility...a possibility that felt worse than the first possibility.

Zhu Yajing forced herself to suppress her wild thoughts, changed her mind, and decided to reach out and grab the mobile phone on the coffee table.

Although the notepad and pen were in her pocket, she already had a perfect excuse.

With the previous communication breakdown as a prelude, she could make her actions appear more like typing on her phone rather than calling the police...but her expression needed to be more natural...

Zhu Yajing was very thoughtful, but her acting skills were not perfect, not to mention that the man sitting on the sofa was suspicious by nature.

But Liu Liangrui did not stop Zhu Yajing's actions. Instead, he continued to sit on the sofa, quietly watching Zhu Yajing pick up the phone, as if he was not worried at all that letting Zhu Yajing get the phone would make the situation out of control.

Like many people whose fate can only activate their abilities against specific targets but cannot perceive specific target information, Liu Liangrui can "destroy" many things, and even with very high precision, he can "destroy" even the function of communication tools to send information outward, but he cannot sense more specific information.

This is not a fatal weakness, but it is indeed a defect that needs to be made up for, so Liu Liangrui can only use abundant and unnecessary considerations to avoid any omissions as much as possible.

For example, now, although Liu Liangrui is not sure whether his eldest daughter got the mobile phone to call the police or just to make communication more convenient, he can ensure that the other party cannot use the mobile phone to pass information to other people.

Zhu Yajing got the phone and faced Liu Liangrui. She pretended to be calm and pressed a specific button on the phone page, but found a message that the sending failed popped up at the top of the screen.

Pretending not to notice Liu Liangrui's half-smile, Zhu Yajing pretended that she was opening the memo interface, and deleted the failed message by the way, then typed quickly and pointed the screen at Liu Liangrui.

Liu Liangrui narrowed his eyes slightly, adjusted his sitting posture, folded his arms that were stretched out on the back of the sofa, and leaned forward slightly.

There were two lines of text written on the phone screen.

"Would you like a glass of water?"

This was what Zhu Yajing continued to say in order to avoid Liu Liangrui from realizing her true intention of taking out the phone, as he was actually pretending not to understand sign language and was maliciously trying to lure her into noticing.

Zhu Yajing's real question is the next sentence.

"Why are you here?"

This is the issue that Zhu Yajing is most concerned about, but also the one she has the least idea about.

If the other person is a fake father, just a person who pretends to be his father and has the ability to modify his memory, then why would he pretend to be his father?

My mother was indeed very beautiful when she was young, but she is now old.

If the other person is the real father... then the problem is even bigger.

The door opened inexplicably, the memory flashed back, and the alarm message on the mobile phone could not be sent out, so Zhu Yajing was basically certain that the man in front of her was the owner of the fate.

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Liu Liangrui didn't know that Zhu Yajing was even very suspicious of his father's identity.

However, he could sense Zhu Yajing's nervousness and defensiveness.