Chapter 294: Talent Deduction

Outside Linjiang City.

The Linjiang-Wangjiang direction expressway.

Two motorcycles led the way, with a black Toyota off-road vehicle following behind.

The flesh-and-blood puppets were scattered on both sides, tirelessly running alongside the vehicle.

Lin An sat in the car with Mo Ling and Fan Bing, while Zhang Tie brought Gao Tian, putting on a violent motorcycle display with an excited expression.

As for the bound zombie Mo Yu, it was tossed into the trunk.

Unexpectedly, the survivors inside the inn did not choose to follow him.

Although Lin An didn't signal, this group could follow him back to Long'an Base.

But likewise, no one spoke up wanting to go with him.

Perhaps in their eyes, Lin An, who doesn't spare corpses after killing, is undoubtedly a demon.

Out of instinctive fear, without thinking, they were even somewhat relieved that Lin An left without saying much.

In their view, the zombies near the inn were mostly cleared out, and the inn with water and food is safe.

Under the illusion of safety, few dare to take a gamble and have the courage to rush out of their comfort zone.

As for this, Lin An didn't really care.

He doesn't like wanton killing of innocents; this group can only be said to be a bit foolish.

Rather than die by his hand increasing the progress of the Fearful Body, it's better to die at the hands of mutants.

These survivors, dominated by fear, subconsciously forgot that the surrounding mutants had been cleared out, which means new mutants will reoccupy the territory.

Without Awakened Ones leading, there is no courage to go out.

At most three days, the inn, retaining too much battle aura, will become a zombie paradise.

Inside the car, Fan Bing sat obediently next to Mo Ling, motionless; the clothes originally filling three large boxes were thrown away clean, leaving only a change of underwear packed in the backpack.

She clearly knows what kind of person Lin An is, so she naturally dare not act in a spoiled, foolish manner.

She wore convenient denim shorts and a white short-sleeve, and changed into sports shoes on her feet.

Lin An drove while thinking about the next arrangements, and incidentally checked Fan Bing's talent.

Awakening near a soon-to-disappear spiritual energy node, although the safety factor increased considerably, Fan Bing's successful awakening is still pretty lucky.

"Player: Fan Bing (0/0)"

"C-rank talent: Deduction"

"Charm +3, choose any target to act, simulate, disguise."

"During the deduction process, one will gain the skills and talents related to the impersonated target, but without any actual effect, only having visual, auditory, perceptual, etc., five-sense type effects."

"Special effect: Reading people's hearts; your every move, word, or behavior will additionally increase others' favorability toward you, increasing credibility."

"Note 1: The greater the difference in strength between the impersonation target and you, the worse the effect. If the impersonation target has an essential difference from you, the effect will greatly decrease."

"Note 2: During the impersonation process, mental power is continuously consumed; the more differences, the greater the consumption."

"Talent description: One person, a thousand faces."

Interesting.

Lin An, thinking, glanced through the rearview mirror at the bowed Fan Bing.

Act?

Although combat ability is extremely poor, serving as a spy, agent, or giving to Chu An for the publicity department is not bad.

Previously, Colonel Chu had briefly mentioned to him, hoping he could bring back some players to help with publicity.

Even hearing Chu An's meaning, he is considering making a 'movie' to facilitate later publicity of Long'an Base and Lin An's image.

Just as throughout Earth's history, cultural infiltration and public opinion warfare have emerged repeatedly.

An ordinary person crafted and idolized can ascend to the altar, command millions to die for them, and launch wars.

Then, as Lin An possessing great power, the radiant image he crafts will only sink deeper into people's hearts.

Religion, art, books, film, any publicity means can be used.

In the back seat, Fan Bing recalled the survivors at the inn, and couldn't help sighing.

If those people knew the man before them was Lin An, their intestines would probably turn green with regret.

Those survivors, at least, had worked with her for a long time, fellow crew members.

But everyone has their fate; one's own choice can't be blamed on anyone.

She raised her hand to tidy her hair, but discovered Lin An was looking at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes showing interest.

"Hey, Lin Bro."

"Um... what's the matter?"

She spoke somewhat nervously, her heart a little uneasy.

Regarding Lin An guiding her to become an Awakened One, she still feels grateful inside.

But her awakened ability seems not very useful; it can only be said to be an enhanced version of her own profession.

In her view, this is the apocalypse; who would watch her act...

Having endured Lin An's violent 'devastation', she deeply realized that in the apocalypse, power is everything.

Anything else is merely flashy and insubstantial, not able to withstand a single blow.

She is not stupid either, so she naturally understands the explanation of her own talent.

The impersonation target, but the effect of the impersonation has no damaging ability.

Lin An nodded, gave a light cough:

"Nothing much, just wanted to see the effect."

After speaking, a white light flashed in his hand, and he threw a licker's head into Fan Bing's embrace, somewhat expectant:

"Give it a try, can you pretend to be a mutant?!"

Fan Bing:?!!

After several attempts, Fan Bing lay face-up in the back seat, looking resentful and exhausted, completely soaked.

She clutched the torn clothes at her chest, wanting to cry but no tears came.

She never expected that Lin An actually planned to make her "become" a Licker!

Good grief, I'm a delicate beauty, and you want me to turn into a man-eating monster?

Insane...

Lin An sighed with some regret.

He had just thought: if Fan Bing could pretend to be a mutant, could she rely on the mutant's aura to freely wander among the monsters?

After all, the talent said it could simulate aura, even the talent's visual effect.

If I could reach third rank and disguise as a corpse king commanding the corpse horde, that would be awesome.

Unfortunately, I don't know if it's due to insufficient mental power, but after Fan Bing's several attempts, aside from enlarging her body and tearing her clothes, she couldn't even maintain the form of a Licker.

Fan Bing felt wronged and didn't dare speak, after a while she managed to say:

"Brother Lin, maybe I can try turning into Mo Ling..."

"I'm a person..."

Lin An blinked slightly, then nodded.

Mo Ling beside him also opened his eyes curiously, looking at Fan Bing.

After receiving Lin An's permission, Fan Bing carefully observed Mo Ling for a moment, then a blue light flashed.

All that could be seen was a slightly enlarged version of Mo Ling appearing in the back seat, even the clothes on its body were exactly the same.

"Lin An."

"Do you like me?"

With a clear, cold voice, the Mo Ling that Fan Bing had portrayed suddenly leaned close to Lin An's ear, staring at him blankly, and even the voice was the same.

The tone and demeanor were just like Mo Ling's usual way of speaking.

The two were like identical copies; under Lin An's perception, even their aura showed no abnormality.

Interesting.

That blank gaze carried a hint of sorrow.

In a daze, Lin An even recalled the scene of Mo Ling lying on his shoulder.

The original Mo Ling on the right showed astonishment in its eyes.

Anyone who sees another 'themself' appear would be astonished.

However, she seemed to think of something, and glared at her other self with hostile intent.

This bad woman, what if she turns into my likeness to look for Lin An!

To be honest, everything is the same, how can we tell them apart!

"Change back quickly!"

Gritting her teeth, Mo Ling coldly stared at her other self.

How could I possibly ask such a question!

The slightly larger Mo Ling heard the other Mo Ling's indignation, and hurriedly began to explain awkwardly:

"Well, you don't need to worry."

"I'm older than you..."

"This difference is still noticeable."

Lin An laughed helplessly.

Fan Bing's mental power was exhausted; in the hasty transformation, some differences could still be seen.

After all, the biggest differences between her and Mo Ling are just two points.

One is height, the other...

Just as Lin An was about to comfort Mo Ling with a couple of words about still growing, the continuously spread mental power suddenly stalled.

Through mental power perception, faint human screams could be heard from afar.

A large amount of life aura vanished; roughly sensed, it was no less than a hundred.