Chapter 211

The police cars ultimately did not catch Wen Xishu.

With the blessing of the Power of Three Phases, Wen Xishu's parkour made him seem to have broken free from the constraints of gravity.

He kept jumping back and forth among the huge towering buildings.

Sometimes he would suddenly hide under a huge neon billboard, sometimes he would hang on a piece of glass like a spider.

The Dragon Hidden power made him very hard to be detected.

Wen Xishu, who was at a high altitude, was finally able to see the vast living beings in this city.

It was so neat and uniform.

Everyone in the city walking their dogs was walking the same kind of dog, the same size, turning at the same time.

Even the dogs in this city were disciplined. If some dogs' movements were not standard, they would be immediately shot by security, and the factory area would be contacted to arrange for new, identical-looking puppies to be sent.

Taking sameness as glory, taking difference as shame.

Wen Xishu was undoubtedly that outlier. His willpower was very strong; even if he was injected with huge "happiness elements," he did not become addicted because of that exaggerated sense of pleasure.

Especially after pulling out the implant in his body... Wen Xishu was even more convinced that this city had big problems.

It was also at this time that he saw the prompt.

【Current world incongruity: 66.】

【Current character synchronization rate: 34.】

The Scorpion Blade finally began to work normally, which was also a point Wen Xishu was very concerned about.

The efficiency of the Crazy Dice was not affected at all, but the Scorpion Blade seemed to be suppressed by something.

From Tower Ascension to now, the Scorpion Blade's presence had not been very strong.

Wen Xishu wandered above the buildings, approaching the highest office building in District 14 where Huo En was located, moving vertically or horizontally in the space.

He had to admit... this city did have a kind of pleasing beauty.

On the overpass, the distance between all pedestrians, the speed and distance of all vehicles, were all so neat.

Each road was like a production line in a factory.

Even in the rest area, those people reading newspapers and drinking coffee, their standing positions were neat.

Even when Wen Xishu played Age of Empires 4 or Cities: Skylines, he had never seen anything so neat.

In school, all the children lined up in long queues, like industrial products about to be labeled "product qualified."

Entering the campus in an orderly manner.

It was too beautiful.

Wen Xishu really felt that this sense of neatness had too much visual impact.

Everyone was like a machine.

But he knew that this kind of beauty shouldn't exist.

Because this kind of beauty, he only felt beautiful after watching chaos for a long time.

If the situation was that he had lived in this environment since he was a child... then perhaps he would also feel shocked and beautiful when seeing messy scenes.

Traffic lights appeared.

Logically speaking, in such a city, it wouldn't matter if there were traffic lights or not. But soon, Wen Xishu discovered that the traffic lights were not aimed at vehicles, or rather, not just aimed at vehicles, but aimed at crowds and vehicles.

When the crowd crossed the green light, primary law enforcers soon appeared. Everyone stopped their steps neatly.

Someone in the crowd was soon pulled out.

Wen Xishu couldn't hear clearly, but his amazing eyesight still showed him the clues.

Smile.

Among everyone, the degree of the smile on one person's face was different from others.

So this person had to smile again.

Because he smiled three times before he was qualified, this person was also questioned about his documents and the like.

Soon, this person seemed to feel huge pleasure, finally smiled like everyone around him, and re-entered the crowd queue.

The world restored order, and everything became as beautiful as it was at the beginning.

Wen Xishu just took a hurried glance and felt the huge sense of incongruity in this world.

"Everyone here is different; height, weight, and thinness are actually all different... Theoretically speaking, life and death are also different."

"That person's smile didn't meet the standard, maybe because he encountered some kind of life-and-death separation?"

This was just Wen Xishu's thought, but it made Wen Xishu feel inexplicable fear.

【Current world incongruity: 67.】

【Current character synchronization rate: 33.】

District 15 is the living park area.

There are various entertainment facilities here, parks, playgrounds, cinemas, and various novel places.

Wen Xishu, disguised as a passerby, wore a standard smile and crossed a road.

On this road, he saw a particularly ironic architectural facility—Moderate Loss of Control Experience Performance.

But it was not for people to experience chaos, but to make people realize the risk of life losing control by watching chaos.

Wen Xishu ultimately did not watch the performance inside. Presumably... even losing control was controlled.

Yes, everything in this world is controlled.

Everyone also accepts this control.

That missing concept is a very complex concept; it is a fusion of many concepts.

Wen Xishu already felt that the answer was about to come out. After the world incongruity reached 72, he could feel—he was approaching the goal.

But he just couldn't remember.

In the park bench in District 15, a man and a woman were soon interrupted by a man wearing primary law enforcer clothes.

They were originally kissing.

But because the thermometer on the bench showed the man's body temperature was abnormal during the kissing process, it was interrupted.

Fortunately, the man soon regained his reason, and under the huge pleasure, he became a part of the park again.

Wen Xishu quickened his pace.

He had a strong ability to adapt, so he didn't plan to watch these chaotic phenomena anymore.

District 14.

In the bathroom of the office building, Wen Xishu changed his clothes again.

What surprised Wen Xishu was that in a place like a bathroom, there was always a private space.

There were no cameras here. But there were sensors. If employees stayed in the toilet for too long, it would trigger three-stage music.

The first stage is the toilet singing to encourage employees not to forget the beauty of work; the second stage gives physical suggestions based on the employee's excretion ability; the third stage announces to the whole company that someone has been excreting for too long.

So Wen Xishu saw everyone in the office building bathroom in a hurry.

He hijacked one of them and snatched the other's access card.

On the elevator billboard were a group of men and women who were expressionless, completely like vegetative patients, with a stitched incision drawn on their foreheads.

They were people who had their prefrontal lobes removed, but their clothing was extremely luxurious and expensive.

Wen Xishu even noticed... someone secretly glanced, and the envy flashed in their eyes.

Of course, no one spoke in the elevator, and the movement of the eyeballs could not be captured.

Everyone kept their distance, maintaining the neatness of the office building.

It's hard to imagine... here is the place with the greatest creative power, the place that produces emotional seasonings like movies and novels in people's lives.

Everyone here, although there was no scratch on their foreheads, everyone here was already close to a state of madness.

The 35th floor arrived soon.

A publishing house had closed down here not long ago because it published contraband.

A certain writer created a contraband word in a book and was arrested. The writer's original intention was to write an anti-order society to praise the greatness of order.

But inexplicably, he created a villain, and the villain wanted to do whatever he wanted... which actually caused a small discussion.

This discussion was naturally not very good, so the publishing house was sealed, and the author went missing.

It is expected that within three days, the 35th floor will be replaced by a new company, but here, it became a temporary shelter for Huo En and Wen Xishu.

"Wen Xishu, I'm here."

Huo En had a shocking wound on his wrist. Sitting in a wheelchair, he let his hands hang down, dripping blood, making Wen Xishu feel he looked too pitiful.

Wen Xishu said:

"Give me the controller."

Huo En was puzzled, but still did as he was told. The next second, Huo En suddenly felt that something had established a link with him.

Huo En suddenly realized:

"So that's it. So a person like me can also gain power with the help of props. But I feel that the gap with your power is very large."

After being connected by the controller, Huo En's attributes in all aspects were improved. The wound healing ability also became extremely powerful.

This feeling made Huo En feel incredible:

"You are truly a person who brings miracles."

Wen Xishu smiled:

"Many people say so. Tell me, why did you choose this place?"

"And... did you find anything?"

Huo En nodded:

"This city has lost a very important concept. Everyone's obedience is maxed out. The city is full of the beauty of order."

Wen Xishu did not speak.

Huo En said:

"But this is very strange. Because some professions are still allowed to exist."

Wen Xishu seemed to understand:

"Is this the reason you chose this place? You want to know if these creators have mastered any information?"

Huo En nodded again:

"Yes. When I entered this world, I was one of the creators at work."

"Fortunately, my disability didn't attract too much attention, not to mention that I felt there was a foreign object in my arm from the beginning."

"After removing the implant, I roughly understood that this world is a highly monitored world."

"But my information ability is limited, and I don't know much."

"I learned from checking the law enforcement records that the 35th floor of this building had been law-enforced."

"So I came here."

Huo En looked at Wen Xishu:

"This time, we cannot rely on Miya; we have to become Miya ourselves."

Wen Xishu naturally understood the meaning of this sentence. He had to accumulate the sense of incongruity to the maximum value and naturally comprehend the missing concept.

"This will lead us into an extremely dangerous situation," Huo En said.

Law enforcers, and the more powerful Abyss Behemoth... would indeed put people in an extremely dangerous situation.

And Wen Xishu couldn't afford to lose.

Not having the concept of women, for Wen Xishu, was naturally losing a very important concept, but he could still climb the tower.

But this concept, Wen Xishu could feel, was extremely important. Once lost, he would become a puppet.

"We have no way out. Since we have entered, we must find a way to break the situation."

Huo En nodded:

"So I am thinking about the rationality of this city."

"Actually, both you and I know very well that human thoughts cannot be completely controlled."

"If this city were all people with prefrontal lobes removed, I could understand."

"But the problem is, those with prefrontal lobes removed are a minority."

"Most people actually have complete thinking ability, but they are enslaved by happiness agents."

"We have entered Tianlangxing's mental world. Wen Xishu, don't you think this city is very similar to Tianlangxing's situation?"

Asked by Huo En, Wen Xishu really tasted something.

Tianlangxing is enslaved but longs to break free from slavery, but the probability of this is very, very low.

But deep in Tianlangxing's heart, he must want to resist.

And the minority of "superior people" whose prefrontal lobes were removed represent a certain imagery.

Tianlangxing longs to escape imprisonment, but is blinded by this imagery, so that in his inner world... everyone feels—only those who have lost the ability to think are superior people.

But correspondingly, this world also has some potential rebels. Or rather, subconscious resistance.

Wen Xishu immediately thought of this publishing house.

"Yes, if this world really promotes order, then this group of writers who play with thoughts should be killed the most."

Huo En said:

"But they were not killed; they were just supervised... Suppose everything in this world is imagery."

"Then, what do these so-called creators represent?"

Wen Xishu blurted out:

"Represents the will that Tianlangxing longs to obtain..."

He almost said that word, but suddenly Wen Xishu felt aphasic.

Huo En was also briefly stunned, but soon he smiled:

"Don't think too deeply. Before we figure out how to break the situation... we cannot think too deeply."

"Even you, it's hard to face the Abyss Behemoth after several evolutions, right?"

It's true. Wen Xishu felt last time that the evolution of the Abyss Behemoth had reached the limit he could handle.

If it evolved again, then he would really have to use some forbidden trump cards.

Huo En said:

"Have you noticed? Actually, Tianlangxing's mental world is all about correcting behavior."

"But it won't correct thoughts."

"So thoughts actually cannot be killed. I believe Tianlangxing longs to break free from imprisonment, so his subconscious... in this mental world, must hide many sparks."

"Chaotic, rebellious, resistant sparks."

"But unfortunately, Wen Xishu, I have no way to obtain information. The words of these people have all been corrected by the Behavior Specification Manual."

"I also tried to talk to others, but everyone had an urge to stay away from me when they saw me in a wheelchair. I seem to be a trouble."

Huo En was obviously very helpless.

He always felt that Wen Xishu's strength was very strong, and without Wen Xishu, he would not dare to launch this game.

But he was distressed that the help he gave Wen Xishu was too small.

Wen Xishu laughed as soon as he heard Huo En say this.

"Yes, thoughts are not controlled, Huo En! You really hit the nail on the head! Thoughts are not controlled!"

"How could I have forgotten this?"

Wen Xishu was excited. Huo En said:

"What way do you have... to read thoughts? You can even do this?"

Wen Xishu said:

"Then I have too many ways. I'm not good at asking for news, but I'm absolutely good at asking for thoughts."

(End of chapter)