November 28, early morning.

After saying goodbye to Skram, Che Wuchen returned to his residence.

As soon as he opened the door, he found... an envelope was added on the floor behind the door.

The envelope was very thin, and it was obvious that it was stuffed into the underside of the crack in the door. However, out of caution, Che Wuchen searched his residence first, and confirmed that there was no ambush in the house, then closed the door and picked up the "letter" of unknown origin.

There was no written word on both sides of the envelope. After being taken apart, two things fell out - a card and a data film.

The card is black, the size is similar to the business card, but the texture is not paper, but some material close to carbon fiber; the front of the card is printed with a white cross logo with a gorgeous design, while the back is printed with only a number - "5".

As for the "data membrane", it is a civilian technology product that was widely used in the 23rd century.

From the outside, it is just a transparent film slightly thicker than paper. Depending on the equipment it is suitable for, the size after spreading is different; the largest one is generally no more than 24 inches, and the smallest one is no less than the screen of a smartphone.

The main function of the data membrane is to store and play video files. The common usage is: when watching a certain video, stick the data membrane on your device screen and select "Storage", so that the data membrane can directly save the video you play in synchronously. After that, you paste this membrane on another device and you can play the videos recorded in the membrane.

This thing... is basically the "Popular" in the video file industry. It doesn't seem to be a great technology, but it is a product that has changed the world.

Due to its low cost, undetectable software level, and the majeure of its "physical recording technology", the difficulty of "pirated film and television" has been reduced to the point where primary school students can easily complete it... Anyone can use any playback device anywhere, combined with a data film that can be bought for more than a dozen yuan, and obtain a video resource that is almost indistinguishable from the playback source, and then transfer the resource to your own device, copy and copy...

It is conceivable how the film and television industry...especially those companies that mainly focus on "selling discs" are pressed to the ground and rubbed against this new technology... Of course, those things have nothing to do with the story in front of us, so let's go back to Che Wuchen.

At present, the data membrane that Che Wuchen got is the type of mobile phone.

He did not hesitate. After checking the inside of the envelope, he placed the black card on the coffee table, took out his cell phone and pasted the data film.

As expected, there was already a video in this film, and Che Wuchen immediately clicked on the playback option.

A second later, a familiar picture appeared on his mobile phone screen.

In the picture, there is a small room with a hospital bed in the room, and there is a man tied with a restrained belt...

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November 25, at 19:02, Tang Jiucheng's secret room.

When Che Wuchen walked into this room, Professor Tang happened to wake up from his coma.

Obviously, it didn't take Che Wuchen 49 minutes from the first floor to the fifth floor; in fact, his search efficiency was much higher than what he described himself and what Scram tested based on his description.

It took Che Wuchen 25 minutes to arrive at the dean's office. After seeing the open door of the secret room, he hesitated for a moment and came in.

"You...Who are you?" Professor Tang asked this question in his hoarse voice when he saw a man wearing a casual suit and holding a gun in his hand.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a policeman." Che Wuchen did not show any documents, but his calm tone and firm expression gave people a very reliable feeling.

For Uncle Tang, who had already collapsed, there was no reason to doubt the other party: "You are here! Hurry up! Save me!"

After igniting hope, a force immediately surged in his body, which also raised his voice a little.

"What's wrong with you?" Che Wuchen did not let him go, nor did he respond, but asked him a question.

"Can't you tell me yet? Someone tied me up and torture me! He... He is a terrorist! He is a madman! He is a perverted madman!" Professor Tang shouted, "What are you asking a lot! Let me go!"

"Who is the 'he' you said...?" Che Wuchen asked, turning his head alertly and looking out of the room, "Is 'he' still here?"

"How do I know! I've been tied here for a day! He was still here before, I fainted just now, and you're here when I woke up!" Professor Tang was already a little hysterical and incoherent.

However, Che Wuchen was still organized in his work and speaking: "Don't worry, the person who tortured you may be still nearby. He might want to treat you as bait..." He paused, "I'll go out and take a look first, and come back to find you after I'm sure there is no one on this floor."

"Wait... wait!" Professor Tang saw him turning around and was about to leave, and quickly shouted, "Don't leave me behind! You at least loosen your ties first!"

"No." Che Wuchen's answer came quickly and decisively, "Let you go, you will definitely escape desperately, or do something else that I cannot control, which will put both of us in a very dangerous situation."

After saying that, he left the room and let Professor Tang continue to shout there, but he just pretended that he didn't hear it.

Five minutes later, Che Wuchen came back.

This time, he even put away his gun, which means he no longer needs to be wary of anything.

"How is it?" Professor Tang looked at him and asked anxiously, "Has he left?"

"Yes." Che Wuchen nodded, "According to my investigation... At this moment, there are no other living people in this building except you and me."

"Okay, then you can always loosen your ties for me now, right?" Professor Tang continued.

Che Wuchen... did not answer him.

He walked up to Professor Tang, looked straight into the latter's eyes, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Do you still remember me?"

These words made Professor Tang’s blood all over his body cold.

He himself didn't know why he felt so scared, but... before his thinking realized something, his instinct had told him that something bad was about to happen.

As Zilin said: The root of this fear is not the objective situation that is happening, but the "sin" in the hearts of the parties involved.

"It's normal to forget it, after all, it's been more than ten years." Che Wuchen slowly approached Professor Tang, "I'm no longer the child of that year."

He said this and suddenly put his hand on Professor Tang's forehead, which was already covered in cold sweat.

At that moment, from Professor Tang's perspective, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed to a different tone, and for some reason... they were covered with a layer of red.

"What did you... do to me?" Professor Tang asked, when Che Wuchen took his hand back.

"Don't be nervous, I haven't done anything yet." Che Wuchen replied coldly, "But I do have to do it next."

"I don't know who you are, nor do you know if you are a policeman..." Professor Tang looked at him and continued calmly, "But I guess you have been here with me before..." He paused and continued in a persuasive tone, "You said too, that was something more than ten years ago. Aren't you doing well now? You'd better think clearly... Let me go immediately, you're a hero, but if you do something else that may make you regret... the consequences..."

"Ha...hehe..." Che Wuchen laughed out loud before the other party finished speaking, "Hahe...hahaha..." He laughed louder and louder, and even a little crazy was gradually revealed in his laughter.

If a person who always maintains calmness and demeanor in front of others shows his unknown side in front of you, then you must be careful - either he has a good relationship with you or has made up his mind to kill you.

After a while, Che Wuchen slowly restrained his smile, rolled up his sleeves, and turned around to the front of the "healing device".

"It seems that those who have operated this instrument here before are good at electrocuting." While speaking, Che Wuchen began to debug various indexes on the instrument.

"No...don't! Please! Stop calling me again! You..." Professor Tang was extremely frightened when he saw this scene, "...You kill me! Just kill me!"

"This sounds familiar." Che Wuchen was completely unmoved when he heard this, and he was doing whatever he should do. "Oh... By the way, I seemed to have said similar things to you before..." He paused, "Many years ago, my friends and the girls I liked... had begged you with a more humble attitude, but the result... it didn't seem to work very much."

Speaking of this, Che Wuchen raised his neck and took a deep breath. I don’t know if it was this saying that awakened his dusty memory or aroused some of his emotions.

"They... are neither strong enough, nor smart enough." Che Wuchen said, "They don't want to live under fear or in humiliation... They don't want to suppress their nature like animals in order not to be tortured, and they don't have the ability to forbear and disguise... so they chose an easier... path to liberation."

He paused for a few seconds and then said, "But I'm different... I've held it back.

“I left here like a domesticated, obedient dog.

“I will never forget the day I went out from here.

"It was a sunny day, and my parents had a satisfied smile on their faces and were talking to you eagerly; and my face was just calm... I couldn't let myself show a trace of excitement because I knew... Even if it was just a look or a word, it might become your reason to lock me in the center again.

"From that day... no, it should be said that long before that day, I had learned not to reveal my true side in front of anyone...including my relatives.

“I swear, I will never put myself in a similar situation again.

"So, I'm stronger and smarter... Even if I can't control everything, at least I won't fall into the hands of a guy like you."

Che Wuchen took another deep breath, then looked at Professor Tang and said, "Does the things you see in your eyes now look like a red filter are a bit weird?"

Before Professor Tang could answer, Che Wuchen immediately said: "This is not an illusion, but my 'ability'."

"Are you... a capable person?" Professor Tang knew that there were supernatural people in this world. Even though he didn't know much about it before, he should have been convinced after seeing Zilin's murder today.

"That's right." Che Wuchen said, "And... my ability was awakened when I was 'treated' here." He sneered again, "Ha... It is because you have made my real life worse than death that this kind of power was born. I call it - 'daydream'." He faced Professor Tang and spread his arms, "At this moment, you are in my 'dream'."

"What does it mean?" Professor Tang said, "Are you saying... all of this... not true?"

"What's the difference between true and false?" Che Wuchen replied, "Is electric shock 'treatment' or 'punishment'? Are you a doctor or a liar? Is this center doing the business they need, or is it another absurd, but not completely meaningless farce in this deformed world?

“Who can make it clear?

"People from different positions will have different views and interpretations of the same thing; this is true for most things in this world, and you will never be able to agree on everyone's views.

"Sometimes the truth is indeed in the hands of a few people; but sometimes most people reach a consensus, but there are still a few fools who jump out to express different opinions... They either want to show their uniqueness, or they are really self-righteous, and are used to gaining superiority by attacking and refuting certain things.

“Humans are such species based on individual differences, and diversity comes at their own cost.

"So, for human beings, true, false, good, evil, right, wrong, black, white... are not important.

“What’s important is – how to get others to agree with your point of view.

“In any event, as long as you can get the vast majority of people to your side and suppress or cover up the voices of opposition… You are true, good, right, and white.

"For humans, their own cognition and feelings about things are the most important factors that determine the truth or falsehood.

"Is history written true? Is it true that the official determines true? You can't even believe what you see with your own eyes, but you believe in the so-called "reality" that others tell you. Isn't this ridiculous?

"So... don't ask me any real questions. What you believe and what you experience is real."

After Che Wuchen said this, he suddenly reached out and slapped Professor Tang.

Bang-

This time it was very hard to beat it. It was not surprising that it would be a few teeth to be removed after hearing the movement. Professor Tang immediately started to scream in pain.

"In the real world, I didn't hit you, but in this 'daydream', this is a slap, and your pain is real." After Che Wuchen slapped that slap, he returned to the treatment device and was about to start the main show. "Don't worry, we still have time. In the 'dream', a minute can be as long as a day."

"Do you think... your revenge on me can change anything?" Professor Tang was already desperate, so he stopped begging anything, but said, "Yes... I am a liar, ruining many people, but am the culprit? Those who voluntarily come to deceive me, support me, and make profits from it, those who ignore my actions and do nothing... all those who can live a good life like me! Do they have no responsibility?"

Che Wuchen's hand stopped. He looked at Professor Tang coldly for a few seconds, and then said in his usual, calm tone: "Ah... I have a lot of this. You don't have to worry about it. They... will pay the price sooner or later."
Chapter completed!