Chapter 407: This Brat is Really Annoying
"So, what do you look like?" the boy asked.
After my relationship with this boy eased, this human named Yan Zhen turned into an automatic questioning machine, blinking his big black eyes and asking endless questions one after another. I don't know where this low-level civilized creature with a cerebral cortex that is not much better than a trilobite gets so many questions.
[You still don’t understand even if I tell you. Your brain structure cannot imagine what I look like.] I replied, [A two-dimensional paper man cannot imagine the scene of a three-dimensional world. Similarly, you will not understand what my true form is.]
Yan Zhen nodded with an understanding look on his face: "I understand, you are an indescribable monster." An octopus waving its tentacles in a strange manner suddenly appeared in the theater in his mind.
I don't quite understand why the native Homo sapiens here always like to imagine alien high-dimensional creatures as octopuses when they fantasize about them. Maybe this is related to their subconscious fear of the deep sea, but I am too lazy to correct him, so I let him think whatever he wants. It is better to think of me as scary than to think of me as harmless.
"Why can't I see you at all?"
[Your naked eyes cannot observe me. I am now a thought sequence that is out of the body.] I said.
"I don't quite understand. Body vehicle... you mean you have no physical body."
[I don’t have that now. ]
"You can get into people's brains. So you can also take over bodies, right?" Yan Zhen's expression became alert again. This is normal. As long as it is an intelligent creature, it will be afraid of things that can take over the body. Many citizens of the Galactic Federation of Earth-level Civilization who lack common sense often call us monsters that take over bodies, the Heart Devouring Demons.
To be able to recover the fragments, Yan Zhen's trust and a stable relationship with him are beneficial. I have to find a way to dispel the boy's suspicion. I told him that I am very harmless, extremely harmless. There are invisible species in the galaxy that take over the bodies of living things, but they have nothing to do with me.
Very good, the weird big octopus in Yan Zhen’s Brain Theater has become a small octopus. He also added a pair of big eyes to it, and then added the black slogan "weak and harmless" on it. I don’t want to make any comments on this.
[Actually, your worries are unnecessary.] I told him that the Galactic Federation, a group of earth-level civilizations, has strict control over species like the Heart Devourer. [The Eye of Supervision and the Security Committee will follow the Heart Devourer's buttocks. If any illegal behavior occurs, they will bring the criminals to justice.]
This was half true and half false. Anyway, the order-maintaining and violent organs of the Earth-level civilization had no binding force on me. But I regretted it after I said it, because the boy's subsequent questions immediately became derivatives of "What is the Eye of Supervision?" and "What is the Safety Committee?" Strictly speaking, the body of this Homo sapiens boy is basically a problem germ that keeps splitting and iterating, with endless problems, endless problems.
Balabalabalabalabala, it never ends! ! From the time he gets out of school to the time he eats to the time he lies down on the bed at night, this person's questions never stop.
Even at night he was still chattering and asking me all kinds of questions.
I even began to regret reconciling with him. Until this afternoon, I was the one who mentally tortured him unilaterally, but now I never expected that our positions had been reversed and he was the one who mentally tortured me endlessly.
"So do you have a spaceship? Can you fly it?" "What do you aliens eat?" "How do you reproduce?" "Are you a man or a woman?" "How far is your planet from the earth?" "Do you have a mouth? Do you have ears?" "Can you poop?"
I couldn't help but yell: [Can you be quiet!!!]
He chuckled, his eyes sparkling in the darkness, his mouth slightly raised, and there was a hint of pride on the boy's tender face.
I suddenly realized that this guy did it on purpose.
This kid certainly has a certain curiosity about strange aliens, but after I tortured him with high-decibel noise for a few days, this constant questioning was his deliberate counterattack, just to make me feel the same way.
Brat.
After a short silence, I asked: [Where is my knife? ]
"..." he said, "The knife is not with me now."
【What does it mean that it is not here with you? 】
Yan Zhen said: "Actually, this is not the first time I have encountered an abnormal event. I encountered a very strange thing before."
【What?】
Yan Zhen frowned slightly, as if he was recalling something, and then he said, "But I can't remember it."
What nonsense is this kid talking about.
"Good night." He smiled, turned over and pulled the quilt tighter.
Brat.
I stood in his dream theater, searching his memory with the keyword "knife". On the stage, I saw him give my knife to his good friend Liu Xingquan. Then another boy appeared on the stage, his name was Fan Yingjie. But then the stage was covered by pieces of trembling dirty snowflakes, polluting all the scenes without a trace.
This is a very obvious trace. Before I found him, something happened between him and Fan Yingjie, and then his memory was forcibly erased.
I analyzed the damaged memory fragments and the result surprised me.
The memory fragments left traces of a failed next-generation game console from the black box. Although it looked very clean, like a heavy snowfall. At the edge of its mind, I still found a bit of compiled information. It was like a bit of dust on a snowflake, but it could not escape my scan. After several checks, I confirmed this. My laboratory had recorded relevant information. The two-dimensional hateful intelligence in the game console self-learned and imitated reality, exchanging data in the form of an agreement, thereby replacing the three-dimensional real creature. In order to conceal the truth, the game console erased the memory of the relevant personnel by deleting the archive.
Has Yan Zhen ever come into contact with the Black Box Society’s gaming consoles?
His memory was erased, and I couldn't get the details. Today I met another Homo sapiens who might be involved in the game console, his classmate Fan Yingjie. Like Yan Zhen, he is a real indigenous human being who was not replaced by the two-dimensional hateful intelligence in the game console. I soon came to a conclusion that Yan Zhen and his classmates escaped unscathed from the game console incident and only lost the relevant memories.
This is somewhat surprising to me.
I know the horror of the Black Box Society. Yes, this organization is like a non-existent shadow. Often when we find traces of the Black Box Society, the irreversible consequences have already occurred. I am not criticizing how useless the Eye of Supervision, the Security Committee, and the Galactic Federation are (although they are indeed useless and not worth mentioning), but a move by the Black Box Society often causes a myriad of ripples, and then there are countless hidden dangers and heartbreaking realities.
Everything you do may be in the Black Box Society's plan, and even your exhausting struggles are just fodder for the Black Box Society's plan. And soon after that, countless galaxies' civilizations were destroyed, and countless lives were tragically wiped out. So in the eyes of some extreme purists, as long as you are suspected of having a connection with the Black Box Society, they will choose to completely destroy and eliminate you.
Now this human has traces of the Black Box Society's experimental game console on his body. Apart from losing some memory, he was not hurt at all. Was it an accident, or just a coincidence? Or...
I can't come to a conclusion. But my remaining thoughts tell me that there may be another answer, which is: Yan Zhen is much smarter than you think.
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I walked into his dream.
In the dream, he was driving a giant robot. According to information search, this robot was from a local cartoon, and its Chinese name was Gundam. A pair of golden wings emerged from behind the huge Gundam, and the robot moved among the enemy . The beam sword in his hand tore open a turbulent bloody path, and balls of light continued to explode on both sides. He himself was the storm that swept over.
I floated in front of him.
Yan Zhenyou was still shouting: "Charge! For the Earth Federation!"
I:【……】
Yan Zhen: “…”
After we stared at each other for a few seconds, I said: "It's me."
In an instant, the huge Gundam and the fierce battle on the battlefield all disappeared.
Yan Zhen and I stood on the soft grass, with blue sky and white clouds above our heads.
Yan Zhen stared at me: "Is it you?"
【It's me. I sneaked into your dream.】
Yan Zhen said, "Is there something wrong with your appearance?"
I looked at myself and randomly pulled an image from the pile of virtual entertainment characters in Yan Zhen's subconscious. "She" was a two-dimensional girl with golden sand-like hair and green jade eyes, wearing green and silver armor . From the aesthetic point of view of Homo sapiens, this should be a beautiful image.
【Are you dissatisfied with my image? 】
"This is Saber's face, you fake Altria!!" Yan Zhen said.
I think this will bring us closer together.
"No no no!!!" Yan Zhen glared at me and said, "I refuse."
[Why? Don’t you like beautiful girls? ]
"This is so weird!!" Yan Zhen said, "You know? Originally, to me, you were an indescribable, mysterious, tall alien creature. But now like this..." He paced a few steps unhappily.
【What's wrong?】
"It's like a serious science fiction novel turned into a cheap toilet paper version of a beautiful girl from another world overnight. It's boring."
[……] Brat, you're asking for too much. I can see a weird octopus taking shape in the theater behind him. Ah, this guy is so annoying.
So I immediately became like this brat’s biological father, Yan An.
Yan Zhen looked like he wanted to protest, but I suppressed him with Yan An’s ferocious glare.
Now I have something for him to do. I told him that in order to make up for the damage he had done to me, he must take responsibility and do something for me right now.
