In a corner dozens of meters away from the ward, Yang Shengtang asked the bodyguard with an angry face. There were people coming and going nearby, and the conversation was very vague.

The bodyguard, who was sprayed with saliva, said in a deep voice: "Young Master, this is not something you can get involved in. If you want to know, ask your father."

Yang Shengtang sneered: "Deng Jian, I don't know what you did, but Xia Ming already knows."

"This is very strange!" Deng Jian, who was obviously not just a bodyguard, was a little irritated. Xia Ming's gaze was so obvious just now, and he could understand why with a little brain, "At that time, he was on the opposite side, and it was absolutely impossible to see him!"

Yang Shengtang narrowed his eyes: "Don't you regret it now? If you had to listen to me before, there would be no problem."

Deng Jian was silent for a moment and nodded: "It's time now."

Watching Deng Jian leave, Yang Shengtang took out his cell phone and started knocking on it.

"It's him, I can't ask anything. He is heading to the parking lot on this floor. He may have to escape. Be careful, he has a gun."

Just as he was about to send it, Yang Shengtang thought about it, deleted the next six words, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and pressed the send button.

He whispered, "Both deserve to die!"

As a killer, Deng Jian always maintained good professional habits and was alert to his surroundings anytime and anywhere. After leaving Yang Shengtang, his increasingly strong sense of danger made him more alert.

He was like an ordinary visitor, slowly passing through the abortion and walking towards the parking building. While walking, he called someone and asked a few questions in a chat tone. The other party's answer was as usual, but he was not at ease.

"A safe house may not be safe..."

Deng Jian has many speculations, being cautious and meticulous is a good habit of doing things, and thinking about problems becomes suspicious. However, as a killer, he would rather be suspicious than let himself fall into danger, so he would not take all speculation lightly, even the worst one: the boss wants to give up on him.

However, he had to have more information before he could decide on the next step of action. For this reason, he had to make another plan, a plan to control Xia Ming quietly.

After entering the parking building, he walked towards his Volvo. The Elantra he used in the morning was temporarily stolen. After turning into the street, he found a place without anyone or surveillance and left it. Although it is difficult to do dirty things in this era without any trace, as long as you hide the key clues, you will not expose yourself.

So...

When Deng Jian opened the car door, he was still wondering about this. He happened to see a truck stuck in the middle in the morning, and he had a sudden idea. Why did Xia Ming be sure that he did it? Xia Ming shouldn't even know his existence.

The sound of footsteps deliberately lightened in his back sounded, making him feel a bell.

He subconsciously held the pistol under his armpit, which was a 3D printed plastic pistol. The bullets and shells were not metal, and the **** was not a model that could be discovered by police dogs or detectors. For a killer, in this country with strict gun control, how to ensure that he has the necessary force and how not to expose himself due to weapons is much greater than in other places. Using this pistol with an effective range of no more than ten meters and a lethality comparable to BB bullets is also a last resort.

Xia Ming's voice sounded: "Are you sure you want to shoot in a place with surveillance?"

Deng Jian's body stiffened and his heart sank. The other party knew him so well that the possibility of some speculation increased sharply. He had previously monitored Xia Ming and confirmed that the other party was a college student who had not graduated. Unexpectedly, this person was the yellow bird arranged by the boss.

"Young man, you can eat random food, you can't talk randomly..."

Deng Jian let go of the gun and turned slowly. Xia Ming was more than ten meters away, holding his hands in the pocket of the pullover's coat. This position made his eyes twitch.

Xia Ming said: "What a pity, you have no food to eat."

Deng Jian was shocked and stared at Xia Ming: "This is impossible!"

The worst guess is true? The boss gave up on him!? Impossible! It doesn't make sense at all!

Xia Ming sneered: "I didn't expect it to be impossible? You don't know yet that your nanny is the person who helped you arrange the safe house just now. After hanging up the phone, he sent me the address."

Deng Jian stared at Xia Ming's pocket and asked in a deep voice: "Why?"

"If you ask why there is no food to eat, I can't answer. If you ask why I'm still standing here and nagging you instead of doing something, the reason is very simple. I don't want to follow your footsteps, so..."

Xia Ming, who was full of student-like swear words, said the slanderous words that were full of Jianghu. Deng Jian was happy: "I want to talk to you about a deal."

"What transaction?" Deng Jian looked at Xia Ming tightly. The boss really gave up on him. Even if he escaped the disaster in front of him, the future would be dark. He couldn't wait to know what Xia Ming's "transaction" was.

"From here..." Xia Ming's eyes suddenly turned bloody red, and Deng Jian felt his brain buzzing, as if something had exploded, his vision was stained with blood, and then it quickly became thick and dark, and finally solidified into a thick dark curtain.

As if in a dark dungeon, Xia Ming's voice came from the sky: "Jump down."

After that, Deng Jian could no longer hear any sound. Endless darkness was devouring him, followed by touch, then his heartbeat, and then his direction. All senses were weakening, as if he was disappearing little by little from this world.

The huge fear defeated his rationality, but his professional habits made him draw out his gun and shoot at the ubiquitous devil. The feeling of shooting gave him some presence and even regained some vision. Not far away was a light, and he used all his strength to cast it towards the light.

Watching Deng Jian rushing towards the railing and jumping out, Xia Ming's body softened and he sat on the ground.

The result is as you wish, but the process is not planned at all. It seems that using your mind to control the other party's thinking, that is, the "heart control" move is just YY. All you can do is to affect the other party's senses, and you must also use various hints to make the other party have a strong desire to communicate with you, which is what R3AI calls "emotional resonance".

When talking to Lin Cheng, his attention was always on Yang Shengtang and Deng Jian. Even though they walked away, their conversation was heard. A distance of just a few dozen meters was not an obstacle for him, whose consciousness activity had been greatly improved.

Then he received a text message from Yang Shengtang. There was no need to remind Yang Shengtang that as long as Deng Jian did not leave the building, he could grasp his whereabouts. There was no need to stimulate Yang Shengtang to arouse him. On the one hand, avenging Professor Xu and Tang Xiaotang for revenge is on the other hand, from previous calculations, it can be seen that this is a cunning and cruel killer. I heard just now that he has become Deng Jian's target. If he doesn't solve this person, he will be unable to sleep or eat.

How to solve this problem?

Kill people with intention!

An accident in the laboratory before proved that Xia Ming finally had the ability to influence others through his thoughts. What else is more unconscious than killing people?

Moreover, I will not bear the guilt of murder...

Although the process deviates, Deng Jian finally jumps.

Whether it was Hou Yunting, who might have become a vegetative person or Deng Jian, who had just jumped off the fifth floor, Xia Ming didn't feel nervous or panic. There might be some physiological reactions, but under the management mode of his duplex operation R3AI, these reactions are just like physical pain that cannot cause his fear, and have no emotional impact.

Xia Ming even felt that this is the mentality that scientists should have. For Tang Xiaotang, if he does not wear clothes that expose body defects, he will not be able to get sponsorship. Such a world is worse than destruction, and he is far inferior to her.

Hell... it hurts really!

Xia Ming realized that he had been shot at this time, and he shot one with his right arm and right chest.

As the mind focused on the wound, three-dimensional models of two wounds appeared in the consciousness space, which made Xia Ming feel relieved. Both were embedded in the muscles, and did not hurt bones and large blood vessels.

Since it was just a skin injury, there was no need to leave a file in the hospital. Xia Ming decided to solve the problem by himself.

Back to the main building of the hospital, I stole a tweezer and used a lighter to burn it as disinfection. I put the tweezers into the wound. The pain suddenly hit Xia Ming's consciousness like a tide, and his hands trembled.

It's time to experiment on how to manage your body...

Xia Ming felt that this was an opportunity. He could amplify and analyze various senses, so could he reduce or suppress pain?

In the space of consciousness, with his thoughts, the tide of pain was cut, poured into a plane, thrown into a messy and vast turbulent stream. When he moved again, his sense of touch was still telling him where the tweezers were, but he had no pain at all.

This is not good. If the hand moves randomly and pokes blood vessels or bones, it will be dangerous without a warning of pain.

The consciousness adjusted again, and the pain came back, but it weakened most of it.

The bullets on the chest were very shallow and were quickly taken out. Xia Ming was not a left-handed person, and the bullets on the right arm were a bit deep and difficult to deal with.

Can you manipulate your arms more accurately? It is as accurate as a robotic arm...

It's another new topic, and these two shots are worth it.

However, this topic is much more complicated than suppressing pain. In the management mode, Xia Ming "sees" the entire process of thoughts and arm movements, and there are too many items involved: spatial perception, touch, joint movements of multiple muscles, fine adjustments of joints, etc., rough calculations, to achieve millimeter-level motion accuracy, it is equivalent to real-time optimization of tens of thousands of neural instructions per second and thousands of multi-level movements containing muscles, bones, and joints.

This is not a problem that can be solved immediately. Xia Ming finally had an intuitive impression of the complexity of body movement.

Then let the "original architecture" solve the problem...

Put the removed bullet into your pocket and put it on the bleeding-resisting patch that you stole with tweezers, and the wound was treated like this.

Although the pain was suppressed, Xia Ming was still covered in sweat and his legs became weak.

After forcing back to Tang Xiaotang's ward, Lin Cheng was huddling on the chair with his head in his arms, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of sadness. When he asked him what was wrong, he realized that Professor Xu had been announced to have entered the PVS state by the doctor, which means he had become a vegetable.

Thinking of Professor Xu's voice, appearance and smile, Xia Ming was soft on the chair and his eyes turned red.

This matter is not over! Deng Jian is just a knife, and the real murderer is laughing!

When the brothers were speechless, a cold and deterrent voice sounded: "Is it Xia Ming? Xia Ming from the Institute of Artificial Intelligence of Yanshan University?"

Xia Ming looked up and was in a mess just now that he didn't notice such a group of people.

"It's me, why?"

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Chapter completed!