Some time ago, when the Photographer was staggering toward the Restaurant, Bai Xiaoya was a little worried.
“Will he obediently follow instructions?”
Before he was captured, this guy was a stalker and a peeping maniac who hovered nearby every day.
Now, he’s become the vanguard for the girls.
At that time, Bai Xia only glanced at the Pocket Watch, recalling the description when the second hand unlocked, and smiled faintly.
“The brain is amazing,” she said.
After so many practical operations and seeing the effects, the girl finally understood the meaning of the so-called “Psychic Vacuum.”
It’s not as simple as the second hand.
The voting mechanism of the second hand, from a professional biological and medical perspective, is an interference with the prefrontal cortex of the brain.
The mechanism of the minute hand is more complicated in terms of terminology.
So, to put it simply—the other party will fill in the blanks in their own mind.
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Did I betray them? Why did I betray? What am I doing?
After strangling a former teammate with his own hands, the Photographer stood alone in the empty Hall, surrounded by chaos, recalling when there were still people here just now, and asked his soul this question.
Why am I doing this, and why am I excited about it?
Why did that blonde girl walk in and say I had betrayed them?
He was really thinking about this question seriously.
He recognized that blonde girl. Countless meetings had been held in the Association about her—she was the rising star of the management family, holding the legendary mysterious item, the Magic Flute, which could control the actions of living beings.
The Magic Flute could only control physical actions, and with Death Metal roaring in the Hall, it was unlikely to be her doing.
At that moment, a small white head peeked out from the Restaurant entrance.
“How is it? Did he speak?”
Bai Xiaoya’s voice wasn’t loud, drowned out by Death Metal, but judging by the movement of her small cherry lips, it was probably what she meant.
In an instant, the Photographer suddenly became clear-headed, and countless memories belonging to him floated up in his mind—holding a camera, hiding upstairs in the Shopping Mall, crouching on the Overpass, secretly photographing the white-haired, big-breasted beauty from a distance, even though he was often discovered and had to flee in panic, he still enjoyed it.
‘What a perfect girl.’
He had even sighed like that.
Yes, the Photographer gradually understood everything—he fell in love with Bai Xiaoya at first sight, tailing and secretly photographing her in all sorts of shady ways, only to get caught later and be taught a lesson.
Now, he was going to atone for his sins and fight for his goddess!
The logic made sense. His brain completed the psychological process, connecting the previous emotional fluctuations and actual actions, achieving the unity of knowledge and action.
“Yes, they’re all under the Restaurant! There’s a huge Basement down there!”
The Photographer shouted with all his might, his voice even overpowering Death Metal, clear for all to hear, his fervent gaze fixed on the direction where Bai Xiaoya was peeking.
At this moment, he felt his life had gained meaning—all past pain was training for this day.
“There was already a Basement when we arrived! You enter from the Kitchen entrance of the Restaurant, next to the decorative Statue by the restroom! Push open the hidden door, and you’re there!”
“Uh, there’s no need to get so excited.”
Su Qingyu didn’t know what was going on with him.
She spoke softly, and naturally, no one heard.
But at that moment, she sensed an anomaly in the melody of the Wind, as if something sharp was piercing through the air.
Bang—!
A handgun bullet shot out from somewhere, reflecting off several surfaces, heading straight for Su Qingyu with deadly precision.
[Trajectory Preset], on the window of the Restaurant Kitchen, a man holding a silenced pistol blew at the nonexistent smoke from the barrel.
He wore a Cowboy hat, and in the circle, his codename was also “Cowboy.” Trajectory Preset was his mysterious item, allowing him to preset the trajectory of flying objects, such as bullets, making them invisible and impossible to guard against.
“What are you acting cool for, idiot!”
A teammate’s angry voice came through the headset.
“Look carefully!”
What?
He quickly looked up at the surveillance camera, only to see the blonde girl still standing in the Hall, her feet unmoved, just her small head tilting slightly.
“How is that possible!”
In theory, it was almost impossible. Trajectory Preset not only ensured accuracy but also made the attack completely undetectable. But the problem was, Su Qingyu was abnormal.
The moment the bullet was fired, the Wind told her everything.
Even the action of tilting her head was helped along by a breeze.
The headset went silent.
A few people figured it out—they finally understood why Su Qingyu had charged into the Restaurant alone.
Bullets were useless against her.
A few seconds after the blonde loli dodged the bullet, the others finally reacted.
The fastest was the Photographer, who leaped up and spread his arms in front of the Restaurant entrance—in other words, in front of Bai Xiaoya.
“Goddess, be careful! They have guns!”
This scene stunned everyone, even Bai Xiaoya forgot to retract her head.
After a while, the leader’s voice came through Cowboy’s headset.
“Reset the target. Kill the Photographer.”
Cowboy froze.
“Kill the Photographer? Did he…betray us?”
“He’s been controlled. That’s no different from betrayal,” the leader’s voice was cold and merciless.
“Kill him, or we all die.”
Bang!
Realizing he could be implicated and killed as well, Cowboy pulled the trigger without hesitation.
This time, there was no Wind to help.
The bullet followed a refracted path, passing through the Photographer’s chest.
Even as he fell, tears welled in his eyes as he gazed deeply toward Bai Xiaoya.
Bai Xiaoya shuddered, partly from the shock of the bullet, partly from the intensity of his gaze.
“Bai Xia, what on earth did you do to him?”
The girl was just a step behind, watching the colors in the watch dial fade with death. She shrugged.
“How should I know? He imagined it all himself.”
Everyone experiences different things and has different thoughts, but ultimately the logic must be self-consistent, and knowledge and action must be unified.
This is the power of the Psychic Vacuum.
“At least he finished saying what he needed before dying,”
Bai Xia put away the Pocket Watch and said calmly.
“Let’s go.”
As for the Restaurant, Su Qingyu had already charged toward the Kitchen.
Just now, Bai Xia told her that the shooter was in the Kitchen.
Cowboy believed that with Trajectory Preset, his marksmanship was not only unfailingly accurate but also unpredictable.
In reality, the Wind Maiden Effect easily broke through his accuracy, and the moment he fired using a mysterious item, his location was exposed to Bai Xia.
Su Qingyu’s movements were so swift—a pair of slender legs seemed to stroll leisurely, but with each step, she arrived at the Kitchen entrance, as if stepping on the Wind itself.
She truly was walking on the Wind.
Cowboy was about to retreat, but just as he moved away from the window, he saw the blonde girl standing not far away, smiling brightly at him.