Chapter 242: Brainwashing

With no one in the room, Anthony is desperate to enjoy what Xie Qingcheng has.

Even though the brainwashing was still going on and He Yu had many tubes attached to his body, Anthony didn't dare to do anything, but under the pretext of hypnotizing and soothing He Yu, he approached the unconscious He Yu and sat down on the chair.

As he leaned into He Yu's embrace, the feeling of stolen pleasure surged up again, and in a flash of inspiration, he pressed He Yu's shoulder, deliberately imitating Xie Qingcheng's gesture that he had once seen on a video.

Such mimicry, made him feel as if he had become that cousin of his, and he flushed with excitement.

Obviously nothing had happened, but he still tilted his head back and let out a long sigh like a dreamy, self-absorbed sigh - he was too drunk on the pleasure that had taken Xie Qingcheng's place.

Replace it with ...... Replace it with something else!

He replaced Xie Qingcheng today, and will replace Duan Wen tomorrow!

He had nothing once, and he would surely get all he wanted later.

Xie Qingcheng ...... used to be so overriding this man ...... He experienced his brother s perspective, speculated on his brother s heart, and his dry and twisted soul was deeply nourished by this false sense of satisfaction.

"Kid ...... My brother he called you that, didn't he?" Anthony moved his hand to He Yu's cheek and lifted his face, hypnotizing and soothing him with a perverted gentleness.

"You see, I can call you that too. All those things you desire, I can give you ...... little by little, accept all our ideas ......"

"Come over to my side and you won't hurt anymore, give up resisting and you won't hurt anymore ......"

Anthony said, squinting over his shoulder to look at the monitor next to him.

The indicator is sending out this satisfying change.

His hypnosis is working.

Anthony couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

It seems that he can rely on this kind of gentle hypnosis to persuade He Yu, this is the best, no need to be too violent, and if he is brainwashed like this, He Yu will surely rely on him when he wakes up.

"I'm betting all on you alone, so don't let me down ...... He Yu." Anthony pressed his face close to He Yu, who was unconscious in the electric chair, and murmured eerily against his cheek.

"You're going to take everything I want for me ...... and then kill the man I hate the most with your own hands, okay?"

His fingertips brushed over He Yu's pale cheeks, dropping down and slowly beating against the youth's chest again.

Anthony's eyes glittered with a perverted intimacy and fervor, "Kill him for me, get everything for me, and then sleep with me ...... to let me have all that he had, and it won't be in vain that I've saved your life and appeased you."

"I gave you your life, be thankful, my sweet baby."

He was like a viper, desperate to wrap itself around him, to greedily draw from him all that he craved.

The medical tester next to him was changing values, the red light reflecting on half of Anthony's twisted face like half a drenching splash of blood.

He grinned a wry grin like a madman: "Finish the remodeling faster ...... Wake up faster ...... Faster ...... "

The hand pressed on that blood-compelled machinery of He Yu's chest, and with a slight force, the machinery sank deeper into it, and He Yu seemed to be stimulated, letting out a hoarse, muffled grunt in his stupor.

The numbers on the monitor representing brain wakefulness were dropping.

The corners of Anthony's mouth tugged more and more exaggeratedly, "Yes ...... that's it ...... take all the brainwashing ...... all the ......"

The force of his hand was even greater, He Yu's mouth, which was strangled under the black stop-bite hood, opened slightly, revealing his white teeth, and he was unconsciously spasming and trembling in pain, his lips opening and closing between gasps, as if he was murmuring.

"What are you talking about, my good boy?" With an excited light in her eyes, Anthony pressed her face very close to his and listened with her ear to the side.

"...... thanks to ......"

A moment later, the pleasure on Anthony's face was swept away.

His face suddenly became extremely gloomy and could even be described as vicious.

Because he heard He Yu, under such strong pressure brainwashing, muttering the same name that made him hate his teeth when he heard it.

-- "Xie Qingcheng ......"

He actually still murmured Xie Qingcheng!

Xie Qingcheng ...... Xie Qingcheng!

It turns out that he was hypnotized to think of him as Xie Qingcheng and that's why he subconsciously cooperated so ......

The sobriety level is down to single digits, and He Yu is still calling out to that man!

Why? Was he the last bridge the last thread of silk between him and this world? Had he just made a fool of himself with all the thoughts he had just had?!

Anthony straightened suddenly and stood up, staring condescendingly at the heavily strangled youth in the electric chair.

It's so humiliating ...... humiliating in the extreme!

A monstrous flame of anger like a burning desert flared up wildly in his heart, his face was completely shadowed, and before long, he suddenly raised his hand and snapped his hand and slapped He Yu so hard that he almost knocked the stop-bite cover off.

"Toast to the world! Bitch!!!"

"Listen to me ...... From now on, there will be no more Xie Qingcheng, only me-- Xie Lishen!"

He grabbed He Yu by the lapel of his shirt, the light of cynicism dancing wildly in his eyes.

"Only me! Get it? Get it?!!! You bitch!"

Anthony gasped, what gentle brainwashing ...... what wistful appeasement! Waste of time ...... All just a waste of time! He gave up ...... He just felt a million times more disgusted! He should have come on hard from the start!

Cynical anger burned his heart, Anthony gritted his teeth, "This is all your own ...... He Yu ...... you asked for it! You can't blame me!!!" After his words, he raised his hand and pressed hard on the brainwashing knob of the electric chair, instantly turning the power up to the maximum that would cause the bearer immense pain!

This kind of brainwashing is extremely crude and has enough power to destroy the consciousness of hundreds of people.

He Yu's entire body popped up only to be strangled hard by the bondage ropes, such a violent reaction repeating itself over and over again in an extreme amount of time as the electricity tore through every cell of his body, cutting through every inch of his flesh and blood.

"You asked for it!!!" Anthony shouted angrily at him.

He Yu was stabbed by the electric current, suddenly opened his eyes, he couldn't stop spasming in this severe pain that no normal person could ever endure. His insides were burning, his internal organs were crushed, and his brain seemed to have a steel pillar that was stabbing down, trying to suppress and bury those few good years of his life.

Those years, from childhood to adulthood, were more or less related to Xie Qingcheng.

Throughout the book of his life, the only one who always treated him as an equal, whether dull and cold or gentle.

The only one who always treats him like an ordinary person.

"Thank ...... you brother ......," murmured the broken voice that leaked from the withered lips.

Only the man knew the danger he was in and was still willing to hold him when he was having an attack.

"Thanks to ...... clear submission ......"

The world all regarded him as a rare case of disease, when imprisoned beasts, only in that pair of calm and sharp peach blossom eyes, even when angry, reflected, are true, belonging to He Yu's own face.

Only him ......

In this life, there is only him ......

"Thanks to Dr. ...... ......!"

The power meter reached its limit, and countless unseen steel pillars coned into his mind to create a flood of angry waves! He wailed, cried, and struggled ...... through the waves He wanted to stop the Prime Prisoner of Thought from subduing what little warmth he had left.

He came to this human world for twenty three years, just so only one person has sincerely treated him well! Don ...... t tear him ...... don t bury his feelings ...... don t!

The monitors beeped frantically, and Anthony's face twisted in a way that almost drove him to suffocation with the agony of dismantling his bones!

He was in his own consciousness, like a drop in the ocean, but he had to fight against the pillars of the sky, an ant shaking a tree, he guarded his only ...... But he couldn't hold on any longer, it was enough power to destroy the consciousness of hundreds of people ......

How can flesh and blood resist.

He shivered and hissed as blood flowed down his seven orifices.

Eyes, ears, nose and throat, all bright red ......

At the end of the day, the electric chair had reached its maximum output and suddenly cut out.

He Yu dropped his face and collapsed into the torture chair without moving, and the intracerebral wakefulness monitor next to him finally returned to a scarlet zero, just as Anthony had hoped.

Scorched smoke in all directions.

Soul dissection.

The steel pillar in his mind was finally stabbed to the bottom, and he subconsciously hugged his Dr. Xie and refused to let go, so the real He Yu was beaten into the deepest part of his brain consciousness by Mandela's steel pillar of thoughts, together with Xie Qingcheng.

As in that year of the Pacific storm, he sank into the sea and fell into the abyss.

He was greedy and wanted to be with the one he loved forever.

He dared not be greedy, but only wanted to be with the one he loved forever.

There was no one to make him whole during the Pacific naval battle.

At least in this brainwashing, in his conscious mind, he could make himself whole.

-- Xie Qingcheng, the only time I will disappear is when you disappear ...... They want to take you away, then I will protect you to the last moment.

With this thought, and with all his love for Xie Qingcheng, he embraced Xie Qingcheng in the depths of his own mind, sank into the darkness, and closed his eyes ......

"Drip drip drip ......" the monitor beeped as the young man collapsed miserably described into the recliner.

The love and obsession in his head, his gentleness and innocence, were eventually dusted into the ocean in the mechanical brainwashing that was hard enough to torture a normal person to death.

What self-awareness has been washed away ......

What feelings, brutally stripped away.

The last thing he called was Xie Qingcheng's name, with all the tenderness and sobriety he had left.

Tears of blood trickled down the youth's pale cheeks.

He loved him to the end.

To the depths of the sea.

To the end of the whale fall.

Until the second before the value of the consciousness belonging to He Yu went to zero, he still refused to forget this deep love.

The three words Xie Qingcheng were originally He Yu's last obsession with the world.

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After Duan Wen and Anthony left, Duan Cuizhen was left alone in the Maximum Laboratory.

Her eyes were open, fiddling with the brainwave instrument that had just been perfected.

Youth, health □□ life ...... these are the best things in the world, many young people do not understand, they are still living in the best years, and take it for granted, and because of this, never cherish.

And yet she longed for it.

Perhaps in the face of a major crisis, everyone can't help but reminisce about the past, even Duan Cuizhen is not immune, so she, who seldom looks back on the past, actually recalled her youthful years at this time ......

She remembered that before she went to Shanghai to study, she had been a bitter person in Duanjia Village herding cows and sheep, raising her head to the dusty, sandy sky, and lowering her head to the furrowed ground, filled with gray and yellow.

Is a piece of paper Huzhou University's acceptance letter, so that she sat in the green car, the first time to see never seen the lights, dressed in such a dainty red dress.

There she was, slowly becoming new-minded, and on her birthday one year she went to the studio to have her picture taken and begged the shopkeeper to paint her picture in the brightest colors-

"What about a dress that's going to be painted better, a positive red color exactly like the one I'm wearing." Her eyes lit up as she told the shopkeeper, "There's only one for a twentieth birthday. Please print two extra copies, I want to give them away."

The shopkeeper gave an understanding smile, "It's going to be sent home, isn't it?"

"Home?" She pursed her lips, "No, this is my home!"

Qingli County, that poor backwater place, that child has more parents than she can support, she does not recognize, she escaped with great difficulty, Huzhou is her home.

But not willing to let the secret sweet compost in her heart, she mysteriously said to the shopkeeper, "I gave it to my object, so it has to be beautiful, Uncle Master, help me."

Not many men can resist the pouting of a pouting teenage girl.

The photo came out really beautiful, the shopkeeper carefully coloring, skirt red as roses, long hair dark clouds disturbed, lips a little red, framed into the eternal twenty years old.

She held the photo in her hands, overjoyed, thanked her, settled the money and headed for campus.

She wanted to give this photo, along with her most delicate youthful years, to that professor Zhou from the medical school. Who wouldn't love a young beauty who came back from the United States? Everyone's eyes are full of admiration, but he only likes her.

Her red dress was bought by Mr. Zhou, who took her to the ballroom for a date and told her about American escapades. When he saw her lips widen in surprise, he smiled and said, "Zhen Zhen, in the future, I will go to the United States of America to open a laboratory, will you come?

He asked with a sense of urgency, for he knew she must be willing.

At that time, the new style of youth are seeking a qin and se, free love, he and she is exactly the same. She naturally knows that he has a wife at home, but that's not about love, but the old society, parents' orders, matchmakers' words. She does not put that still wrapped three-inch gold lotus in the eyes of the original match, just as Mr. Zhou also from looking at the epitome of the old society, as well.

She knew in her heart of hearts that they were definitely away!

The young girl carried the photo to a small island in the center of a lake on campus, a place overgrown with unkempt grass and bearing large reeds, where she and Mr. Zhou had dated from time to time.

Photos sent out that night, because Mr. Zhou's mother's health, have to go north to return to their hometowns, parting reluctantly, under the moon before the flowers, tell each other their feelings.

But he had to go eventually.

She had the good sense to leave him the most beautiful photo of the girl in the photo, and the girl in the photo was so beautiful and soul mate with him that she was always looking for him to come back, and she was sure that he would come back soon.

Duan Cuizhen was out of his depth.

Less than half a month after Mr. Zhou left, the war broke out again, the front shifted to the north, this war-torn land has not yet finished shedding blood and tears, the pain of a hundred years of wounds are still tearing. People like grass, life like floating weeds, from the south to the north, still no peace.

This land is experiencing tearing and separation.

How can people be spared?

Mr. Zhou repaired the letter and said that he could not return for the time being.

Duan Cuizhen said, "Then I will wait.

First class for three years.

Mr. Zhou's letters from January to several, to several months a, and then a long time no news, she was so anxious to eat and drink water, no intention to study, the paperwork is deserted.

After finally waiting for a short message, the handwriting is still handsome handwriting, but the words written so that she can not recognize the deceased.

Mother died, the family debated for many days, because of the status of brother and sister-in-law, I am afraid it is difficult to have peace, friends repeatedly persuaded, will randomly move the family to Honolulu. Wife already has a son, do not dare to aggrieve Jenny, a thousand difficult to say, only remaining do not miss.

Wife already has a son?

Wife already has a son?

When did you have it? Why don't you ever say?

She was initially reluctant to the extreme, one after another to repair the book to plead, in order to that a love of love, even dignity are not, said even as a small or good, think of it as crazy, think of it as crazy, if she knew him when he had not yet become a family how good it would be? Maybe not so desperate! She went back to that date day after day, long guard not to leave, hoping for a miracle, the sky to see the poor, but in the end, I do not know where to go, the peach blossom is still laughing at the spring breeze!

The letter was mailed, but there was no response for a long time.

When a messenger visited, he handed her a stack of dead letters - the address was no longer occupied and the family had moved across the ocean to Honolulu. That didn't fool her.

Duan Cuizhen Youth is wasted and spent on waiting.

But in the end, all she got was this mockery of a return letter.

The war ended later, and from then on no one sighed that the country was broken, and the roads were filled with students cheering as they changed into green uniforms, and she walked through the crowd lost in her thoughts, wearing a grungy red dress, and walked from crying out, to laughing out loud.

I've cried enough, I've laughed enough, and I've been as sick as I've been dead once.

HU said she was wasting her education and advised her to drop out.

She recovered from her illness and changed into a green military uniform, which is the most popular among students nowadays, and for a while it seemed that everyone became the same military green color, and could not distinguish between you and me.

There was no light in her eyes, she was calm.

She said, "Comrade, can you give me two more months of detention? I didn't know any better, but now I know I'm wrong. I have nothing left, I only have this schooling. Can you give me another chance. I ...... will not let you down."

The director pushed up the tortoiseshell thick frames and surveyed her, "You're actually better suited for abroad, why don't you find a chance to go out and have a look around, my school isn't quite right for you."

"I don't want to go abroad." Her demeanor became extremely cold all at once, as if foreign countries equaled one place-Honolulu.

"I'll stay here. I'll change, and you can reform me. I'm willing to be reformed."

There was a deep, horrible light in her eyes.

"I'm staying here, I'm not going to waste every second of what's left, and you guys trust me, one day I'm going to do better than those labs out there."

The director looked at her and, inexplicably, got goosebumps ......

Duan Cuizhen sits in his lab, thinking about the years that were like a past life.

She thought coldly that her life was on the right track for good from that day on, wasn't it?

Men, women ...... anything that can be utilized. She has been drunk on scientific research since then, retaining life and youth, in order to get better opportunities, she can give anything to go, she wants to go higher, seeking a springboard, so married, gave birth to her husband's unloved daughter, she then arranged for the girl to go to her hometown in Qingli County to save getting in the way of that rich businessman's eyes.

Then her husband died, all was happy, and Duan Cuizhen, with complete freedom and wealth, went further and further down this inhuman path.

To this day, she felt that she had completed her evolution, and that such a dragging thing as human nature had long been to her like the molt on the white snake, something that she had once possessed, but which now seemed absurd and useless.

She seeks the position of leader of the third industrial revolution, the controller of the meta-universe worlds, the Creator who holds the power of life and death over countless lives.

For that she needed a longer life span and younger flesh and blood.

She's been going for seventy years and could go on for many more.

Those who refuse to obediently accompany themselves forward will pay the price. Her stupid daughter is like that, Jiang Liping is like that ...... even Duan Wen is like that.

In this life, love is the hardest thing to break. In order to prevent Duan Wen from following his mother's footsteps, she let that classmate of his die a horrible death before things even started, or else where did he think the sharp objects in Li Yun's room came from? Is it really that coincidental?

After Li Yun's death, she knew that Duan Wen suspected her, but that was of no use anymore. To resurrect Li Yun, she had to protect Mandela, and only the island's high technology, which was not bound by ethics and morality, could tunnel his wish. ......

A person has a soft spot whenever they have a need, and by placing their hopes on this island, they must protect her whether they honor or hate her.

"TAILOR!!!" The headset hissed, and suddenly Anthony's call came from inside.

Duan Cuizhen opened his eyes and snapped out of a million thoughts, "What?"

"He's awake ...... He Yu is awake!!!" Anthony's voice was full of suppressed excitement, "That blood parasite's diffusion device succeeded! Just now!!!"

"You turn on the video, I just took him to the drill room, and I'm sending you a transcript of his test there!"

Duan Cuizhen immediately turned on the display next to him and tuned in to the drill room channel.

There was indeed a clear and unmistakable video transmitted there--

He Yu had indeed come to his senses, his face was pale with a hint of eerie gloom, and he just stood there in the drill room, wearing the silver jewelry that manipulated his brain in the side of his left ear, clinging to his flesh and blood.

And in the center of his heart, the diamond-shaped instrument that spreads the influence of the blood parasites is emitting a fluorescent light, He Yu sweeps the camera, his gaze unfocused.

That's the state of being completely brainwashed.

He asked Anthony, "Say. What do you want me to do."

Anthony's voice came out slightly shaky from behind the camera, "Try giving an order to ...... to those people in the distance."

The camera lifts up and traces the shot to the dozen or so captives controlled by the bodyguards at the end of the drill room, who, as you can see from the footage, are very far away from He Yu, far greater than the sniper rifle's unscoped firing range.

He Yu looked over absently and asked Anthony again, "What orders. To kill them?"

Anthony, however, knew that captives were not easy to come by, and though he longed for the most exciting sights, he said, "No, you make them all kneel--quick, try it!"

He Yu then turned his attention to the captives.

He seemed to think it was just too easy, and his demeanor was lazy.

In the atmosphere that made the others so nervous that they couldn't breathe, He Yu just turned his head slightly sideways, opened his lips lightly, and seemed to give an order to that silver earphone, and in an instant -

The dozen or so warriors in the distance fell to their knees, as if a giant unseen hand had pushed them all to the ground in an instant, their foreheads touching the cold bricks!

The movements were as neat as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times, and He Yu manipulated each of them at the same time, so that there was no second to spare, and no one could escape. ......

The video playback is over.

Anthony's voice continued excitedly out of the headset, "Did you see that, Mrs. ......? The drill room is still too small for these people. However, the values derived from the test table show that after the diffusion of this device, his blood compulsion can control at least three hundred people at a time! The reaction time is only zero point one second!"

Duan Cuizhen stared at the frozen image on the screen and said to Anthony, "Go contact Duan Wen and send the blood parasites to the front line."

Her eyes weren't grim, they weren't cruel, they weren't even remotely human.

"Let the dream breakers kill each other."

"Aye! I'll make the arrangements!"

Anthony hangs up the line, his eyes glittering with wild excitement, while in contrast, in this drill room, He Yu's cold, almond-shaped eyes.

Mandela has this controller mounted on his chest that is still brainwashing him with uninterrupted entrenchment.

His eyes became like Duan Cuizhen's - eyes that, while clearly remembering everything, also looked away from everything.

Nothing matters anymore except Mandela's faith.

"Taifa wants you and me to go to the front lines." Anthony said, and quickly activated the protection device specially designed to work with He Yu, which was also a newly invented special device, a kind of following lightweight bulletproof bunker with artillery function. Under the audio-visual confusion, this would be exaggerated to normal people's eyes as something similar to a heavy mech, very scary and intimidating.

Anthony said, "Let's go."

He Yu did not move, but continued to look out the window.

Anthony: "What's going on?"

"I remember I have an appointment I haven't gotten to yet."

At these words, Anthony was alert and looked at him warily.

He Yu stood quietly for a moment, the kind of mind that belonged to him swept over him in slight ripples, but then silently pressed back down as the interference device washed over him with a strong dose of brainwashing.

"It doesn't matter." Finally he stood up straight, straightened his cufflinks, and walked toward Anthony, "Like, it doesn't seem like it's all that important now."

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and let the breath out slowly, "...... Yeah."

He Yu pushed the door out, the light cutting dappled shadows on his face as it opened and closed, shining into his wave-less eyes, "Let's go."

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Meanwhile, Lu Yuzhu, the clone in the underground cell, stared blankly.

Even if she was someone whose feelings had been done to blunt, she was still shocked by what Xie Qingcheng had just said to her.

"Are you ...... sure?"

"If you don't believe me, you can have Duan Wen personally examine it. Believing in the existence of the First Emperor, he should rather get it wrong than let it go, shouldn't he."

Lu Yuzhu clone: "......"

Xie Qingcheng lifted his barely bloodied face, "Tell Duan Wen to come see me and I will give him what he wants."