Mushiji [Pleasure] - Chapter 73

2333: “What does this mean? He just accepted the carding, why is the information overloaded so quickly?”

Wen Qianshu: “Good question.”

“Unfortunately I don’t know either.”

2333: “…”

The shuttle was still moving forward, and Wen Qianshu tapped on the window edge with his fingers: “Check the existing research for me, how many days will the sentinels be overloaded with information—”

2333 responded, but only then did he call up the search engine. Wen Qianshu stared at the window, squinted suddenly, and said, “Forget it, no need to check.”

2333: “?”

It asked blankly: “Why, isn’t this important?”

Of course this matters.

So Wen Qianshu asked this question after handing the bag containing clothes and umbrellas to Mu Lian.

Wen Qianshu: “Look, doesn’t it kill two birds with one stone? Not only can I know the answer, but I can also talk to her on the way.”

2333: “?”

You said the opposite, you actually want to talk to her and ask for an answer along the way?

2333 knows that three worlds have passed, Wen Qianshu is still the same Wen Qianshu, and beauty will always be the primary productive force.

Mu Lian took the bag, pondered for a moment, and said, “This depends on the situation.”

Wen Qianshu: “Then—when are you free, tell me in detail?”

During the lunch break, they stood outside the hospital where Mu Lian worked, surrounded by traffic and people coming and going. An eagle roar came, Hai Dongqing swooped down from the air, and stopped on Mu Lian’s shoulders.

Mu Lian’s long hair was disturbed by the airflow, and the broken hair fell on the side of his ear. She carried the bag in one hand and took off her glasses with the other, the silver-rimmed glasses were tied by a string and hung down on her chest.

Mu Lian: “I’ll tell you now.”

She looked down at her watch: “Have you eaten lunch?”

Of course Wen Qianshu ate it, but she smiled and said, “No.”

Mu Lian: “What do you want to eat?”

Wen Qianshu thought about it for a while, and then he said, “Ice cream?”

2333: “…”

A few minutes later, Wen Qianshu sat in a fast food restaurant with a box of ice cream in his hand. She didn’t ask for anything, so she ordered a bowl of sake brewed Yuanzi. Mu Lian put down the plate, sat opposite her and removed the chopsticks, explaining to her: “The length of time that leads to information overload varies from person to person. Generally, young sentinels and sentinels without partners are more likely to be overloaded.”

Wen Qianshu: “Sentry without a partner?”

“Why? Is there a big difference between companion grooming and doctor grooming?”

2333: “…”

2333 has a headache: “This is a common sense question in this world, why don’t you ask it?”

But Mu Lian was not impatient—no matter how many worlds she had passed, she was always patient with Wen Qianshu: “Mental grooming is a—”

She paused and continued, “Very private behavior.”

“After the sentinel and the guide confirm their partnership, they will make a mental connection to form a mental lock, which is what we often call a sentinel lock.”

“With the help of the sentinel lock, the partner can easily touch the sentinel’s subconscious thoughts and conduct all-round mental grooming. However, it is generally inconvenient for doctors to enter such a deep spiritual field, and can only guide the sentinel as much as possible at a shallow level. The effect is greatly reduced.”

“Many people have done research in this area, and finally came to the conclusion that if juvenile sentinels are exposed to complex information for a long time and on a large scale without the help of a guide, for a maximum of one and a half months, it will cause information overload and mental violence.”

“Later, based on the economic situation and the ratio of sentinel guides, the time for spiritual grooming was set as one month.”

Wen Qianshu nodded. She scooped out the ice cream with a spoon, sipped it in her mouth, thought for a while, and then asked, “Then if a sentinel receives his partner’s grooming and is overloaded with information the next day, what would be the reason?”

Mu Lian raised his eyes: “You mean – the sentinel hypersensitivity syndrome that has appeared in recent years?”

Wen Qianshu was stunned, frowning and said: “It appeared in recent years? Does it mean that they are not together?”

“Yes.” Mu Lian continued to explain: “The disease appeared very suddenly, and the specific cause has not yet been identified. What’s even more strange is that the sentinels with the disease are often older, and the recorder shows that they frequently accepted their partners before the accident. The mental carding. Logically speaking, it should be the type of person who is least likely to be mentally overloaded.”

Wen Qianshu smiled and said to 2333: “Great, we found the villain, and it is estimated that he created this disease.”

2333: “…”

How can you be so optimistic about something so clueless?

Wen Qianshu bit her spoon and watched Mu Lian eat her lunch—she was still the same, chewing slowly, never picky eaters.

Her long hair was neatly tied up, but it was messed up by Costin before, and some of her hair fell on the side of her ears. Ink-haired and snow-skinned, long eyelashes half-drooped, covering her shallow pupils. She held the chopsticks with her right fingers, and her left hand on the table. Her nails were trimmed cleanly, and the curvature was just right. On her ring finger, she still had the light-colored, crescent birthmark.

She didn’t chew, and her chopsticks didn’t hit the bowl, so she ate quietly and pleasing to the eyes.

The fast food restaurant was still very noisy before the meal time, and there were people coming and going, chatting and laughing incessantly. But she seems to be born with a barrier to isolate all noise and make everything quiet.

Wen Qianshu’s gaze originally rested on Mu Lian’s ring finger, but then moved along the bowl, moved to the chopsticks, and then followed the chopsticks to her lips.

Wen Qianshu: “…”

She looked at it for a while, then looked away, forcing herself to think about the “sentry hypersensitivity” – if it was really done by a person or an organization, how did they achieve it? In this world, once the sentinel and the guide form a partner, the relationship is quite close, and they can be regarded as one. How do they convince so many different guides to do something to their sentinel?

Or, is it not the guiding hand at all?

But with the sentinel of a partner and the protection of the sentry lock, it is difficult for other guides to invade the deep spiritual realm.

Wen Qianshu ate the ice cream one by one. After digging out the last spoonful, Wen Qianshu stared at Jiunio Yuanzi – she couldn’t eat it anymore, but if she didn’t, it would appear that what she said just now was too fake.

Wen Qianshu consciously lied and never overturned the car, and his “famous name” could never be planted on a bowl of food, so he poked Yuanzi with a spoon, and regarded his death as home.

Who would have thought that in the first world, she was afraid that she would not have enough to eat, and she ate her fat abruptly, but in the fourth world, she dared to dislike food.

The silver-white kitten leaned forward, slid down from Wen Qianshu’s legs, landed, circled under the table twice, stopped, and looked at Hai Dongqing curiously.

Hai Dongqing fanned his wings, stepped on the back of the chair, and looked down at it.

Mu Lian: “Leave it if you can’t eat it, don’t force it.”

Wen Qianshu: “…”

2333: “…”

Wen Qianshu followed his good deeds: “I’ll pack it up and take it back.”

Mu Lian lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

So lovely.

Wen Qianshu thought, it’s so beautiful—

That smile was the same as any time before, it was so good-looking that Wen Qianshu threw away his armor and armor.

Wen Qianshu sighed and was thinking about how to explain it when he saw Mu Lian raise his arms and look at his watch: “I have to go to work in the afternoon, so I’ll take you to the station first?”

Hai Dongqing flew up and landed on her shoulders skillfully.

Wen Qianshu picked up the cat: “Okay.”

She asked the cashier for a packing box, packed and sealed the bowl of sake jelly.

They left the fast food restaurant and walked all the way to the shuttle stop.

After Wen Qianshu bought the tickets, she just wanted to ask if she could come to Mu Lian to ask questions later, when she saw her eyes lowered, took out a pen from her pocket, and handed it over: “Your contact information?”

Wen Qianshu was taken aback and looked at her.

There are many high-rise buildings in this world, and countless shuttle pipes criss-cross, but there is still sunlight penetrating, falling down, and reflecting on Mu Lian’s cheeks.

People come and go, the wind blows.

Three or two spirits flew past, running or jumping, looking for the footprints of their masters.

Haidongqing fluttered its wings.

The young doctor stretched out his hand and put his palm in front of her in the same posture as Wen Qianshu.

Mu Lian: “Write down your contact information—”

“This lunch, I’ll supply you next time.”

Wen Qianshu took the pen.

She remembered that in a distant time and space, someone once held her and whispered in her ear——

“You just come to me and tell me you like me.”

“leftover–“

“Wait for me to love you.”

The author has something to say: ooc small theater:

Lie never overturned?

Have you forgotten how your rhetoric of “reciting the dictionary” came from?

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There have been too many things recently, and my coding speed is too slow, so I changed it back to every three days, so that I can write longer and have time to revise.

If I’m free, I’ll add more in between.

I beg your wives to gain weight, my writing is too slow orz, my heart aches.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: why am I so handsome;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!