Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

Mr. W closed the door, turned to the back of the desk, leaned back on the back of the chair, and crossed his fingers on his stomach.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Shelley told me everything he had experienced in the maid's shop.

Mr. W frowned: "Shelley, you look at me, look at me. Then answer my question, how long do you think you stayed in the maid's shop?"

"Ten minutes, or fifteen minutes."

Mr. W looked serious: "Our surveillance shows that you stayed inside for 20 minutes."

Shelley looked shocked.

"Of course, this is still within the range of somatosensory time error..."

"Impossible, my body sense time is always accurate, it must be because of what he did to me!"

"I said, this is within the normal somatosensory error range. It is still not sure what he really did. Please calm down first. No matter whether the King of Yellow Clothes is planning something, your current state will only make it easier for him. Achieve goals."

Speaking, Mr. W poured a cup of tea for Shelley himself.

Shelley drank it again and took a few deep breaths. When she spoke again, she looked calmer: "I need a psychological evaluation."

"You will get your psychological evaluation, and we will also set up a full 24-hour surveillance of you. This task will be taken care of by the ladies of the task team. Isn't it okay?"

"No problem." Shelley nodded, "But, please block me because I will go to the Masha shop tomorrow."

"Of course, of course." Mr. W looked kind, "We will take these preventive measures, and the report will also write that you may have memetic pollution or other strange superpowers that we don't know. Now I want to say It’s something that won’t be written in the report."

Mr. W stared at Shelley and made a gesture of "you can have another cup of tea". After Shelley poured the tea by himself, he continued, "I personally think that things may not be that bad. We and Langley KGB seems to do more by suggesting the placement of sleeping agents, but all these psychological methods require drug assistance and consume a lot of time.

"Playing with people's hearts cannot be done with a pocket watch. Those hypnotists are either quacks or can only hint at simple things in a short period of time. The most common examples are used to illustrate the principles of hypnotism, I think you know too."

Shelley nodded: "I know, put two cups of boiled water in front of others, and then say,'I want to test your sensory acuity before hypnosis. I added a very small amount of salt to one of the cups. Can you point it out?' , The vast majority of people either choose a glass that he thinks is salted, or frankly say "I can't tell." Very few people think that there is no salt in both glasses of water."

"Yes, hypnosis is nothing more than such a thing. Experts who really specialize in hypnosis direction—or, more accurately, psychologically suggest direction—they, without the aid of drugs and the whole environment, face-to-face for a short period of time. What can be done is nothing more than something of this degree."

Mr. W paused and suddenly remembered something, so he asked: "You haven't been to Alan Manor, have you?"

"What's that?" Shelley asked back.

"Our sleeping agent training organization is in Glamorgan, Wales." A sly light flashed in Mr. W's eyes, and Shelley immediately realized that place names and everything should be fabricated, but the organization should exist. "At Alan Manor , We have built a whole set of buildings to render the atmosphere, everything has been carefully designed so that the entire organization is in the atmosphere we need, and then we have to use drugs to assist our experts in burying those start-up words Into the minds of the agents."

Shelley nodded: "I understand what you mean, but..."

"But he is the king of yellow clothes, so I didn't say that you must be fine now." Mr. W smiled, "He may have some superpowers, such as cognitive interference, but cognitive interference can only Do some very specific things. Americans seem to think that he has the ability to contaminate memes."

"You mean..."

"Recall, during this process, did he try to get you to accept certain points of view or things? Did he suddenly emphasize something with very strong symbolic significance?"

Shelley frowned and thought back. Suddenly, she thought: "He mentioned Doctor Who."

"What did you mention about Doctor Who?" W continued to ask.

"He mentioned that there is a villain who can brainwash or hypnotize people in Doctor Who... He, he hinted that I can be hypnotized or brainwashed in a short time!" Shelley suddenly realized, "It was him who deliberately made me suspect that I was subconsciously What's implanted!"

Mr. W smiled relievedly: "That's right, it's a lot more logically. He uses his ability to contaminate memes to make you suspect that you are brainwashed. He wants us to doubt you, isolate you or even change another one. Female agent on mission. His purpose has been achieved. I don't think Ms. M will trust you anymore, and I, as the leader of a spy agency, can no longer trust you like I used to."

"I understand." Shelley nodded.

"So, next you have to think for yourself and decide for yourself how to act. I, as an individual, as your teacher, still believe in you. To find out his true face, to discover his conspiracy, I think you can do it ."

Shelley just wanted to nod, but hesitated: "If the real ability of the king of yellow clothes is really the memetic pollution speculated by the Americans, how can I keep myself in the face of SSS-level memetic pollution?"

"I don't know." Mr. W still looked kindly, "I don't know, boy. But don't imagine the enemy so strong, you see, although he is an SSS-level memetic pollution ability, now you have seen him through. It’s a trick, isn’t it?"

Shelley took a deep breath: "I see, I won't let you down."

"Very well, go for a psychological assessment now." W pressed the button on the desktop, and someone immediately opened the door from the outside—it was the psychologist of the group.

Shelley stood up and left the room.

When only W was left in the room, he picked up the phone on the desk.

"Ms. M, have you heard everything?"

"Yeah, let me get up in the middle of the night and listen to these things that are bad for my heart. Do you want me to retire early and inherit M's name?"

"It now appears that the Americans are right. The King of Yellow Clothes is trying to spread his memes. He opens maid shops and broadcasts live broadcasts for this purpose."

"What attitude is there in Greater China?"

"I'm not sure yet. They give me an ambiguous feeling, but Mr. Chen, who is in charge of the front line, seems to have a certain favor with the King of Yellow Clothes."

"Yeah." Ms. M's voice over the phone sounded tired, "They are always ambiguous, so people can't guess."

"In addition, I think that since the King of Yellow Clothes has such a plan, it is impossible for him to attack Langley. Judging from the results, the attack on Langley has affected his execution of his plan."

"W, are you trying to say that someone is deliberately sabotaging the plan of the King of Yellow Clothes?"

"It's possible. I even suspect that this is...no, don't care."

W shook his head, and finally did not say the scariest part of his guess.

"Do your job well," Ms. M said calmly, "Leave politicians to handle other things. Although they are stupid, there are some things that require stupid things to do."

"clear."

"In addition, you also need to pay attention to other things."

"You mean the power armor duo that hasn't mastered the whereabouts so far, I will pay attention."

"The situation in Greater China is chaotic now," Ms. M heard the voice of a spoon stirring in a teacup. "Maybe there are three groups of powerful superpowers acting in their own way. Your task is to figure out the other two. Who is the team and what are your plans? The king of yellow clothes is just a cover. Please keep this in mind."

Yesterday, when I logged into Tomorrow’s Ark, I was still a doctor.

Today, when I landed on Tomorrow’s Ark, I became Avanti...

I suddenly wanted to understand, Ami Donkey is also a memetic pollution!

Chapter 296 Britain, there are also a few delicious dishes! (Three shifts)

Early the next morning, Ma Sha got up and ran up and down the stairs of his house. As a morning exercise, he ran three back and forth. As soon as he arrived on the first floor, he saw a British girl standing outside the store door-the rolling curtain Ma Sha pulled up in the morning when she got up. In this way, the first floor has better lighting, and it feels like morning.

The British girl leaned on the doorpost of the store, put the small bag on her back in front of her, holding it with her left hand, and she didn't know what she was looking at with her mobile phone in her right hand.

This girl is pretty, and she has good taste in clothes.