Jean Of Bright City 13

Early in the morning, Frye woke up from a deep sleep, his head was a little bit painful, but he felt better. He pressed his dizzy head. This room was provided by High Priest Lycra for himself, and it was in her personal residence.

After Fry got up, he sat for a while in a daze. Why did he come here? Until now, Fry has not figured out. The only thing that can be determined is that the parasitic plants in his body are attracted by some kind of attraction. Will come.

The civilization of this place is much behind than what I thought. Frye also saw some steam machinery products yesterday. It uses an internal compressor to compress water molecules and generate resonance and finally provide kinetic energy. This is four Technology existed over a century ago, and some mechanical connections also use plants like plants wrapped in a dark environment as conduction.

This seems to be possible for Frye, because after plant-like plants swallow something, they will directly convert the swallowed things into their own energy. As long as the transformation process is controlled by methods such as mental power, These transformants were transformed into corresponding energy. In the past, Frye also conducted similar mechanical kinetic energy research in the Bright City.

Open the window, there will be a smell from time to time in the air, those are the smell of animal feces in the farm, everything here looks backward and primitive, and there is too much society in exchange for goods. The shortcomings and instability of the country, if the population grows, society will not be far off facing collapse.

Dong dong dong

The door of the room was knocked open, and Mister stood at the door with a smile, holding a fragrant barbecue and a large glass of wine, Frye swallowed and said thank you.

"I really thanked you yesterday. If you were not there, I would be dead now."

Frye shook his head, Mister put the food on the table in the room, and Frye ate without being polite.

"Where are those people?"

Fry asked, Mister said with a smile.

"All arrests have been made and are currently under interrogation."

Frye didn’t intend to delve into everything here. Similar things would happen anywhere. It seems that yesterday’s assassination was premeditated because this is the center of Glimmer City. It happened to be at that time. There are too many members of the crows, and although Mistor seems to have a good skill, but he wants to deal with so many assassins with sophisticated weapons and equipment at the same time, he has nothing to do.

Yesterday Frye just subdued them easily, and everyone who saw it on the street was stunned, because the absolutely powerful power Frye displayed shocked everyone.

Frye didn’t want to interfere too much with the problem here. He just wanted to go back to Bright City, where there were still things he hadn’t accomplished. He was a little worried about the situation in the hospital, especially the situation in Lolita. In recent years When she came to Lolita, her physical condition became more and more unstable. Although she could clone indefinitely, the time she could survive each time was getting shorter and shorter.

"What's the matter Fry, did you think of anyone?"

Mister asked, Frye smiled and continued to eat.

"It's okay, there will always be one or two people thinking about things like people."

Mister said with a smile.

"I don't have Frye. I have lived with High Priest Laika since I was very young. She taught me all kinds of things, and in the end I worked for the entire city."

Frye looked at Mister with a sad look, added.

"Then she is equivalent to your mother, right?"

Mister raised his head relaxedly.

"Who knows!"

Frye didn't want to ask anything, he quickly finished eating, Mister continued to invite Frye out for a walk and introduce him to the Shimmer City.

"Where is Miss Lycra?"

Frye asked.

"She should be out."

The only thing Frye wants to know now is what kind of method Lycra used to control the plant-like plants so perfectly. As long as he can learn this method from here, Frye will immediately return to Bright City to complete those Unfinished business.

After the two left the room, they just came to the hall below, and dozens of people wearing crow masks were waiting.

"Go ahead."

Many people seemed a little unwilling to leave, and a crow captain immediately stepped forward and said.

"Master Mites, if you want to travel..."

"There is Mr. Frye, you all saw it yesterday, right."

Eventually Mister took Fry out and just entered the forest, Frye comfortably found a place to sit, Mister sat aside.

"By the way, Frye, you will leave here."

Mister asked, Frye was a little surprised. He recalled that when he said that Lycra was his mother, Mister's eyes were shaken. To Frye, this young man was a little tired. He was drinking yesterday. At that time Frye noticed. After all, he is the leading psychiatrist in Bright City. Everything about Mister Frye is basically clear.

"I can listen to it if I want."

Fry said, Mister was a little surprised.

"I don't know why Frye, talking to you is like talking to a wise elder."

Frye smiled without saying a word. He did not tell Mister that he was more than 80 years old. He and Mister seemed to be about the same age. Frye didn't say much about Bright City, especially about Life has been extended two or three times.

"How do you say? I have been with hunger since I was very young."

Frye's eyes became serious, and he probably knew what Mister wanted to say in an instant. It seemed that his childhood was not very good.

"In the past, Master Lycra would let us learn something when we were hungry, and also made us have to do something to eat, but we were always hungry and hungry every day."

Frye didn't make too many comments. At this time, an outsider's random words might cause what the talker believed in his heart to collapse.

Psychotherapy is not soothing treatment. Words of comfort can never solve the root cause, and even make those with mental illnesses more uncomfortable, because things did not happen to the listener.

Seeing Mistor swallowing, it seemed that he had thought of something that was unforgettable or unacceptable until now, and it seemed quite cruel.

"Because it is hard to believe, it is unacceptable. This is a problem that humans will have, but in many cases, only choosing to believe it may make oneself easier."

Mister looked at Frye in surprise, Frye just said with a smile.

"I am a doctor, I know a little bit, and I have seen many people in this state."

Mister grumbled.

"Frye, I'm the last one to survive."

Fry realized something. Seeing Mister's appearance, there was only one thing he thought of instantly.

"We have had many people since we were young, many people, but in the end I was the only one left. In this hungry competition, I won."

Fry reached out and patted Mister on the shoulder.

"All the people who reached the summit stood at the highest point with countless bones. If you can't accept it, or even become more and more unbearable because of something, it is better to choose and compromise yourself."

"compromise?"

Frye nodded, stood up and pressed his hand on the thick tree trunk beside him.

"I pay too much attention to certain problems, because these problems themselves are difficult for you to accept, but the problems themselves are created by your repeated choices. Instead of thinking about right and wrong every day, it is better to think about you now. What else do you have."

Mister gave a hum, and appeared silent. Frye glanced at him. He found out yesterday that Mister eats very little when eating. He is a rather restrained person. Drinking too, Frye It felt strange, but I immediately thought that it might be caused by something in childhood. This kind of restraint has become a habit of Mister.

Frye took out a cigarette, accompanied by a cluster of flames, took a sip after it was lit, and Mister looked at it with some joy.

"This kind of magical power, if only I could get it."

"There is a way!"

Fry said, but Mister didn't ask anything, but looked up comfortably.

For this man who hadn't communicated well with others for too long, Frye probably knew what he was thinking. It seemed that he had received everything that others envied, but he actually needed to be under pressure that would crush him.

People often come here step by step. Pressure and motivation coexist. The greater the motivation, the greater the pressure.

"Are you thinking about right or wrong?"

Fry asked, Mister hummed.

"We need to complete some tasks for the sake of food. If the completion is slow, the food will be eaten by other people, or only a little bit. I watched the companions who get along day and night die one by one, starved to death. "

Frye grumbled. He probably knew what kind of training, or domestication, was. Lycra needed someone who was excellent in all aspects to be the leader and handle some things for her.

From the past to the present, the competition model is the easiest way to select talents, and the crueler the competition, the more it can stimulate the inner potential of human beings. Frye recalled everything in the Academy of Gods in the past, and now think carefully, If it wasn't for every student who was competing with each other, it would not be possible to grow up in a short time, but it would also have a disadvantage.

Being pressed for too long will actually become more and more fragile inside. After all, stress will consume a person's energy. These things are not infinitely possessed. One day they will be crushed by these stresses.

It’s just that the way of selecting talents here seems to be far more cruel than what Frye is familiar with. It keeps people stepping into desperate situations, so as to stimulate their potential. Finally, they passed the trial and stood at the highest point. As the person gets older and older, the cruelty in his heart will leak out little by little and affect one's life. This is what Fry has experienced. For everyone, It's all desperate hell.

Seeing Mistre’s anxious look, Fry realized something. He began to ask Mistre some questions, especially in yesterday’s assassination, Mistre was the leader of a well-trained dark crow. , There was no movement at all.

"This is the initial symptom of depression, Mister, you are sick."

Mister looked at Frye in shock, wondering what Frye said about depression, because she had never heard of it.

"Let's go Mister, go back with me first, and talk to me if you want."

Mister looked at Fry suspiciously.

"Have you ever thought about death?"

Mister hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"Just let you be my first patient here, Mister, your condition is very serious. If you continue to work, you will die."

Frye has seen countless patients with depression, and in the end most of them choose to commit suicide. There is no medicine to treat this disease. If you can't get out of the depression, you will definitely die.

Soon the two returned to the house, when a person wearing a crow mask hurried over.

"Master Mister, High Priest Lycra wants you to come over."

Mister nodded and followed.

"Can I go with you?"

Mister hesitated. He knew there must be some important order for him to execute.

"You are sick with Mister. If you can't realize how serious this problem is, you will live in pain and suffering in the years to come, and eventually die."

Mister nodded.

The two of them went up the stairs directly across the hall. Mister took Frye and walked to the right. After a while, they came to a dark corridor on the second floor. Mister walked over to the familiar road. A door to a room was opened in the darkness, and with rustling sounds and a faint light blue light, Mister knelt on one knee.

"Why let Frye follow?"

Lycra's tired voice sounded, and Frye stepped forward, but at this time a large number of black and red tentacles stood up.

"Frye, please leave, now is..."

"Mister is sick, Miss Lycra."

Lycra, who was wrapped in a blue light on the opposite side, looked very impatient, and she looked at Mister, who was on one knee and lowered her head.

"If you are sick, you should talk about Mister earlier and let me help you relieve the pain, so..."

"Please stop, Miss Lycra."

Frye reached out to block some of the tentacles reaching Mister.

"He is not physically sick. The place where he is sick is mentally."

Lycra said with a smile.

"Everyone here will be more or less mentally ill."

"I have been diagnosed just now and Mistre has depression. I suggest Miss Lycra, you let Miste take a good rest. If you continue to work, he will die."

Lycra looked at Fry with some surprise.

"I am a psychiatrist, and also the number one doctor in the city I came to!"

The tentacles that were about to touch Mister's body began to retract.

"You go out Mister first."

Mister closed the door after leaving, and Frye looked at Lycra seriously.

"It looks like you have this kind of disease in your time."

Laila nodded, her expression slightly sad.

"Depression! Why is it Mister."

Frye sighed helplessly.

"There should be a lot of people with depression, in such a depressed and dull city."

Laika nodded. Suicides have always occurred here. Laika also knows what happened, but she never told anyone that it was caused by mental illness.

"Although beliefs can sometimes cross everything, especially unwavering beliefs, to build this belief, you need stories that can inspire people’s hearts time and time again. But what about people’s perception, Miss Laika, you have to consider Ever? Sometimes there will always be people whose cognition is beyond the control of beliefs, and once these people recognize something, it is easy for them to shake their deep-rooted beliefs and then collapse a little bit."

"Are you accusing me Frye?"

Frye shook his head.

"I'm not accusing you of Miss Lycra. Mistral is the leader of the dark crows you have cultivated hard. He is only 30 years old. The next leader. If it is convenient, can I ask?"

Laika said after a quiet thought.

"Still training."

"Miss Leica, I hope you will give me some time, I have a way to completely cure Mistre, but now..."

Lycra said with an angry expression.

"I'll talk about it after this action, OK Frye, you can leave."

Frye could see that Lycra was very hurried, and there seemed to be something big to deal with.

"Let me go instead of Mister, Miss Lycra, I am strong enough to handle everything here."

"why?"

Lycra looked at Frye with a smile on his face in shock.

"Because I don't want to see a poor patient who still has to go to work when he is sick. As a doctor, I firmly don't allow it."

Lycra laughed.

"It looks like you are a very good doctor Frye, but things are a bit complicated this time."

"You just need to tell me the goal, and let your men help and take me over."

Lycra moved slowly in front of Frye, staring at Frye.

"I need Mister to lead the elites of Dark Crow to destroy some insurgents."

"I can defeat them, but I won't kill them. How to deal with it is your business, okay?"

Laika hesitated for a while and nodded slightly.

"If you can subdue all of them, this number is huge, with thousands of people."

Frye smiled and nodded.

"Give me a few days. The people here cannot pose any threat to me."

Frye raised a hand while talking, and a touch of scarlet particles floated out of his fingertips.

"You go to Mister and explain that I will take you directly, because I can't act in the light, and those insurgents are in the light, are there any requirements or conditions Frye?"

Fryth said with a smile after thinking for a while.

"Although I really want to know how Miss Lycra controls this kind of plant, I don't need any big rewards, as long as Mister can be cured is enough."

Lycra gave a hum, and then Frye left the room. Lycra looked at the man in a somewhat unbelievable way. Although Lycra hesitated again and again before, this time the problem will not be a minor one. Many people will die, but Now those insurgents have to be eliminated.

If the insurgents continue to ramp up, they will not be able to clean them up. They are very aware of the weaknesses of the priests. The last time they attacked the garbage dump, three priests died.

In the eyes of those insurgents, Laika knew that she was just a monster, not a messenger of God. Laika could no longer squeeze out much energy to manage everything in the city. He resisted the monsters in his body every day. Becoming more and more hungry, Laika knew very well that she would be swallowed by her if she continued like this, but before she was swallowed, she had to solve the current problems, re-plan everything in the city, and finally give her the power Only the blood of the people can continue to continue the city.

The reason why Lycra pays so much attention to this issue is that the blood robbed must be brought back.

"Frye!"

Mister looked at Fry in shock, he didn't know what to say, and suddenly felt a warmth in his heart.

"Miss Lycra has agreed to my request. You can take a good rest. Mister, I will complete the mission of Miss Lycra on your behalf."

"No Frye, it's too harsh, the rebels are not just weak and incompetent, they..."

Frye laughed.

"Maybe you don't know how strong our mutants are. If you believe me, you can take a good rest. You can walk in the forest every day if you have nothing to do, or have a drink in a tavern on the street."

Mister didn’t know what to say. He looked at Fry gratefully. He really didn’t want to continue to perform some Lycra missions, because each mission was different, but the nature was the same. Kill some people.

Every time Mistor thinks of his childhood, in that cage, the companions who grew up with him fell one by one. It was clear that Mistor knew that although he did not kill them by himself, he was better than them. Ability, after passing the trials again and again, and I just want to survive, especially the food will decrease as the number of people decreases, and if you want to survive, you must be better than others.

"Mist, don't worry about me, I will help you complete the task, and then we need to start the treatment. This is a more painful process, but you have to be confident, trust me, I will heal you."

Mister kept his head down, not knowing what to say.

"You just think of everything I helped you as that after so many years of hard work, the gods care for you, without any psychological burden."

Finally, after seeing Mister nod his head, Frye smiled in relief, turned around and walked away. After a while, Frye came to the edge of the forest territory, where the light could hardly touch, The black and red tentacles wrapped around Frye, and then lifted him up like a chair that fixed Frye.

"It's going to be Frye."

Frye nodded.

"I have a request for Miss Lycra!"

"I see. I will tell you something about this kind of thing."

A gloomy voice came from behind, and Frye shook his head.

"I only hope that Miss Lycra can cooperate with the treatment. Only with your participation can I be able to cure Mister's depression. This is very important. If you don't participate, Mister will die."

Lycra was surprised.

"I promise you!"