He just turned his mind around the two concepts and ideas of the older brothers, and even thoughts of which one is ahead and which one is behind.

Yan Ke's face suddenly became solemn, perhaps because of his habits, he paid great attention to subtle things, and a very small detail was often enough to arouse his alertness.

He looked at Ivan with a complicated expression, forcibly suppressing the boiling surprise and fear in his heart, and walked down the stairs step by step along the stairs. During this period, his eyes were staring at Ivan, as if he was an unknown monster.

When I reached the last step, I seemed to have forgotten that the stairs had reached the end, and my feet were still unconsciously maintaining the rhythm of going downstairs, and the person suddenly stopped.

Liu Yan saw that he was still smiling just now and was at a loss after a second. She looked at Yifan in confusion. Although she was a little taller, she was very thin and fair-skinned, and she didn't look like a very intimidating person.

"This is the key, but you have to be careful. We are all gone. If you and him... something goes wrong..." Liu Yan thought about it, but she was still a little worried. "Why don't you wait for Sister Zhao to come together."

"It's okay, didn't Zhao Zhenxue say that he has no tendency to violence. You have watched too many TV and movies." Ivan took the key, turned around and went to the opposite door.

After Liu Yan left with two middle-aged people, Yifan used the space eye to the room where Zhao Liang was locked. In Zhao Liang's room, the bed was leaning against the corner of the room. Zhao Liang was now huddling in that corner, curled up, hugging his knees tightly, and his whole body was trembling. Judging from the current situation, his drug addiction seemed to have passed.

The door leading to the balcony of the room was only closed, and the blinds were also pulled up. Although it was daytime, the room was still a little dark. Zhao Liang hid in this small dark corner, focusing his eyes blankly on the pattern of a small sheet in front of him.

When Ivan walked in, Zhao Liang looked at him alertly and shouted: "You go out, go out, you are a policeman... I didn't sell drugs... I didn't..."

Obviously, in Zhao Liang's world, as long as he is a man, he is a policeman, and he himself is an innocent person.

Zhao Liang's voice was very loud, but now, people outside must not hear it at all.

Ivan didn't speak, but just entered his consciousness.

The brain of ordinary people is like an ordinary roadside shop, where the things inside are arranged at will, while some people's brains are like a regular supermarket, with the things classified and orderly, but Zhao Liang's brain...

To describe it as a garbage dump, it should be a more appropriate statement.

Usually people will never have the courage to rush in and search when they see a trash can. Although there are passbooks, diamonds, etc. inside, in most cases, you can only find plastic packaging bags, waste paper and food residues. During this period, you have to endure the stench caused by the rotten things.

In this regard, Ivan is just an ordinary person. He stood outside the trash can from a distance and could only see the most obvious large objects on the trash can. Judging from the shape, it seems to be refrigerators, color TVs and other things, but no one can guarantee that these things can still be used normally.

The refrigerator brand may be a police brand, and the color TV can only receive one channel, probably a special topic of horror movies. This is the vast majority of what occupies Zhao Liang's brain now.

Perhaps only by waiting for time to let these two things sink naturally in the garbage dump, the owner responsible for the pile of garbage will have the courage to sort them out slowly and carefully.

Zhao Liang had nothing but fear in his mind.

Ivan patiently moved the bench and sat down, observing Zhao Liang carefully through the darkness of the room.

Zhao Liang screamed in vain for more than ten minutes, and finally realized that he could not drive away the enemy in front of him by roaring. Finally, he calmed down. He just carefully pulled the sheets and wrapped himself in them, revealing only two eyes, looking at Ivan with vigilance.

Time is in this kind of exploration, and the intertwined eyes of vigilance passes minute by minute. On the surface, it seems that the two of them are not trampling on the river, but no one can see that in Zhao Liang's brain, they are fighting all the time. Zhao Liang's consciousness has always been very alert. The intensity of this alertness has reached the limit of human beings. It is almost the same as when the computer turns on the safe mode to disconnect all network connections. This makes it difficult for Ivan to consume the mental power of the consciousness that has been maintaining.

But gradually, he began to feel that Zhao Liang's spirit began to fluctuate, and the vigilance he had been maintaining began to loosen. This change was not obvious at the beginning, but in the tense consciousness confrontation, it was quickly captured by Ivan.

Zhao Liang's remaining rationality is still maintaining his vigilance against the foreign enemy Ivan, but there are inevitably turmoil inside him.

It was drug addiction, and Ivan soon realized this. He didn't have many people's pains. In this tense confrontation, he would usually be subconsciously restrained. It was as if the people who were fighting rarely noticed minor injuries or hungry. Only the brain that was arrogant by drugs would start to shout hungry at this time and yelled to find something to eat.

The tide of ** began to wash away the rational embankment. Zhao Liang's spirit obviously set the alarm level to bright red, and regarded all the people he didn't know as his enemies. However, in the face of internal pressure, the embankment still seemed a little overwhelmed.

Finally, he began to be unable to control himself, and his hands and feet began to tremble slightly. Soon, he could not maintain this position. He urgently asked his brain to do something. The brain told it that it was futile, but it was useless. There was no reason for him.

The rational dam was washed down, and only wild animals were rushing out.

Zhao Liang began to cry, and suddenly started screaming again. He stood up and scolded and threatened Ivan: "Give me fans... Give me fans... or I will hit you."

This threat is simply ridiculous. If Zhao Liang was still in a normal state, he should have acted immediately.

However, at the next moment, he knelt down again, kowtowed and begged for mercy with a completely opposite attitude: "Fan... give me fans...please..."

Ivan didn't say a word, but just looked at the poor guy who was tortured by himself coldly.

At this moment, Zhao Liang could no longer find anything from humans in his consciousness. You could see everything you could see in the consciousness of a monkey or a puppy. You could see the behavior he did in an animal tortured by hunger.

Finally, the invasion of drug addiction reached **. Zhao Liang held his head as if it would explode at any time. Then he began to smash the wall with his forehead, whimpering in his mouth, making a wail that no one could understand, like a wild dog who could not find food in the garbage dump, and more like a kitten trembling in the cold wind.

Zhao Liang's consciousness has become a faulty program and is trapped in an unreachable cycle: pink-no-fen-no...

No, no, no...

What you want but cannot get is the truest sorrow.

What Ivan was waiting for was this strongest moment. He snapped his fingers and gathered all his attention: "Control."

Zhao Liang's brain now wants a businessman who is ready to commit suicide at any time before going bankrupt. When Yifan, a rich man, was about to take over this mess, he handed it over without hesitation.

Conscious control is not only unilateral control, but also the controller must bear all the debts of the controlled person.

The tide surged in Zhao Liang's mind, and everything that could not be paid for a discount came into Ivan's consciousness.

Ivan's eyes were confused for a moment, but then he woke up again. The mage's long-term spiritual tempering made his reason like a Great Wall made of a whole piece of stone. When the beacon fire was fully ignited, all enemies could only sigh in front of this natural chasm.

"It's just that." After savoring it carefully for a few minutes, Ivan commented.

Compared to the life-and-death conscious battle between mages he has experienced, this degree of invasion can only be regarded as a feint without technical content at most.

The ** beast was like a naughty kitten under Ivan's control. Ivan played with it for a few times and found that the kitten had only the ability to meow a few times, so he lost interest in continuing his research.

Zhao Liang's consciousness shrank aside, licking the wound like a wounded beast. For Ivan's consciousness invasion, he had only instinctive gratitude in his heart.

When Ivan's consciousness left, Zhao Liang's remaining consciousness begged in fear: "Don't leave, don't leave...I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid it's useless, I have to learn to stand up by myself!"

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