Chapter 318: Chapter 318 â My story is simple (Part 1)
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Actually, when Xiang Kun saw the âmedical recordâ that Old Xia had just shown, he felt that compared to the âquagmireâ he was in, Old Xia was at most standing in a âsmall puddleâ.
He also understood that the reason Old Xia had taken the initiative to reveal her situation to him was because during the meal, she was affected by âEmotional Assimilationâ, and realized that Xiang Kun might be able to make her sense the emotions of ordinary people â something she had always sought.
Moreover, having seen the soft cover book that Old Xia had, and knowing what she had observed and guessed, Xiang Kun decided to tell Old Xia about his own situation and pull her into his âquagmireâ.
After all, from a practical point of view, Old Xia had already stepped half a foot âintoâ it, even if he didnât say anything, Old Xia would surely continue to explore his situation.
If Xiang Kun merely explained how he became like this now, it would indeed be very simple â he drank alcohol, and woke up this way.
As for how exactly the transformation happened, he hadnât figured it out himself, so naturally he couldnât explain it in detail to Old Xia.
So Xiang Kun simply and quickly described how he drank on the evening of July 11, woke up on the morning of July 14, the series of changes in his body thereafter, and his guesses and investigation process about that period of unconsciousness. Perhaps Old Xia could help him trace back this experience from another perspective, to see if he had missed anything.
When Old Xia, who had been listening quietly, heard Xiang Kun mention his bodyâs change data, she asked, âDo you have recorded data?â
âYes, if youâre interested, I can show you later,â Xiang Kun replied.
Next, he elaborated on his exploration of the rule of drinking blood, the process of mutation and evolution, and the results of training and guidance to Old Xia, little by little.
When Old Xia heard that Xiang Kun went to the coffee shop to observe others and collect relevant sensory information, attempting to train his own sensory abilities and guide his brainâs thinking pattern, she asked, âOn August 19, when I saw you in âManCoffeeâ, were you doing this training? Observing the people in the cafĂ©?â
Xiang Kun affirmed, âYes.â
With his current memory, he naturally remembered that August 19 of last year was the day he went to the local police station to collect the reward, and for the first time observed the various customers in the cafĂ©, collected and analyzed sensory information. That day, he also saw Old Xia for the first time, but at that time, he didnât know that Old Xia would be the person he, alongside Nana and Yang Zhen Er, would play âdoudizhuâ with a few days later. Old Xia didnât recognize him either. They had discussed the situation on that day before, and back then, Old Xia thought he was a pervert.
âHow strong are your senses of hearing, smell, and vision now?â asked Old Xia.
Xiang Kun thought for a moment, pointing to two men walking out of the entrance of the outpatient building in the distance, and said, âThe taller man is holding a blood test sheet, wearing a ring on his ring finger, and the ring has no diamond. The shorter one holds a phone, the screen is cracked, and there is a big head sticker of Luffy on the phone case. Oh, Luffy is from âOne PieceââŠoh, you knowâŠ
As he spoke, he rolled down the car window, paused for a while, and then said, âThe taller man says to the shorter one, âThereâs nothing wrong, you can rest assured now.â I can smell the scent of machine oil on them, and see oil stains on the shoes and pants hems of the shorter man. They should be working in a mechanical-related area.â
From their position in the parking lot, a normal person could at most discern that two men were walking out of the hospital outpatient building, maybe distinguish their general movements, but certainly could not see things like test sheets, rings, or oil stains, not to mention hearing their conversation or smelling their scent.
Xia Libing nodded, then pointed in another direction, âCan you see the characters on the billboard on top of that green building?â
Xiang Kun glanced at it and somewhat awkwardly replied, âPainless Abortion, tel 05**-6656****.â
âI understand.â Xia Libing nodded.
âHowever, my perception abilities, in fact, are no longer limited to vision, smell, and hearing.â
While saying this, Xiang Kun mentioned how he discovered that he could establish a âSuper Sensory Contactâ with objects. He noticed that while she listened to his narrative, Old Xia was creating a timeline, matching the process and experiences of their acquaintance, and what she had observed, with the development phase of his abilities, so he also proactively mentioned dates:
âOn August 22nd, the night we first played Fight the Landlord with you, Nana, and Zhenâer, I had a sudden whim to try training psychokinesis when I got home. However, after one blood-drinking and mutation, even though I didnât get telekinesis, I did gain the ability of âSuper-Distance Sensingâ that allows me to perceive the location and direction of certain objects Iâve made a special connection with from afar. I call this connection âSuper Sensory Contactâ.â
At this, Xiang Kun laughed and said, âBut now, a few months later, I actually gained telekinesis through a different way.â As he said this, he opened his left hand flat and then sensed three coins, which flew out from Old Xiaâs pocket towards his palm.
However, just as the three coins came out of the pocket, Old Xia reached out and caught them in his hand.
Xiang Kun, originally planning to show off a bit, was taken aback and had to change his plan, controlling the coins in his pocket to float above his palm.
While rolling the three coins in one hand, Old Xia eyed the coins hovering over Xiang Kunâs palm thoughtfully, as if trying to understand something.
Xiang Kun originally thought Old Xia would ask him how he did it, but instead Old Xia just watched silently. Xiang Kun could only control the coin to float for a while before putting it back into his pocket, then casually continued speaking.
âThe âsuper sensory contactâ Iâve built with objects has undergone significant changes as Iâve evolved. It can do a lot of things. While many factors influenced these changes, before we get to those, letâs first talk about another kind of connection Iâve established with objects- Emotional InfusionâŠâ
Suddenly Old Xia broke in, âWere the things I did in my dreams one of the influencing âfactorsâ?â
Xiang Kun paused for a moment, then nodded, âIndeed they were.â He paused then added, âBefore last night, I couldnât âco-manifestâ âthingsâ, whether itâs a Napoleon cake or crispy pork knuckles. But you did it, and so I did.â Old Xiaâs mind was incredibly sharp, immediately pinpointing the key point.
âI understand,â Old Xia nodded, signaling Xiang Kun to continue.
Really?
If it were anyone else, they would surely find things increasingly unreal and unreasonable at this point, with more and more questions. How on earth was she accepting all this so naturally?
Just what did Old Xia understand?
Xiang Kun could only chalk this up to Old Xiaâs longstanding observation and analysis of him, along with her connection to his various âemotion infused objectsâ and âsuper-connected objectsâ.
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He continued, âWe were just talking about the dream you had last night, which was actually caused by the pair of chopsticks I gave you. They are my âemotion infusedâ objects, triggering your dream. To talk about âEmotion Infusion,â I have to mention âEmotional Assimilation,â and as for what âEmotional Assimilationâ is, I believe you already experienced it at noonâŠâ
To mention âEmotional Assimilation,â naturally involves discussing the âmental deterrence,â and discussing âmental deterrence,â makes it hard to avoid talking about the Giant Owl.
When Xiang Kun mentioned the encounter with the Giant Owl at midnight, Old Xia started asking detailed questions about the Owl, its appearance and other related descriptions. freewebnÞvel.coɱ
After hearing Xiang Kunâs answers, Old Xia could not help but reach for the soft leather notebook that Xiang Kun had been holding on his lap.
Xiang Kun was confused, âWhat are you doing?â
Old Xia said, âI want to make a note.â
Xiang Kun gripped the notebook, âNo recording yet.â
âOh.â Old Xia didnât insist, pulling her hand back and gesturing for Xiang Kun to continue.