Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 326 No One Remembers
"Ms. Xia, let me talk to him." A handsome, square-faced man walked up to Xia's mother with a smile and pressed her shoulder comfortingly.

Xia Shou saw his mother nodded, looked at him deeply, turned and walked away from the glass.

The square-faced man smiled at Xia Shou through the glass and said, "Let's go talk somewhere else."

The door behind Xia Shou opened immediately, and the supervisor walked in and said, "Follow me."

Xia Shou frowned and walked to a room with the supervisor. The square-faced man he had just seen was already waiting for him there. He opened his briefcase, took out a psychological scale, and pushed it across the table in front of Xia Shou.

"I'm your psychiatrist, and I'm here on behalf of your parents to assess your mental state. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jin Fenglong, and you can call me Doctor Jin."

Are they trying to use forensic psychiatric evaluation to escape legal sanctions?
But Xia Shou remembered that forensic identification of mental illness was not that simple. The reference value of the scale was the lowest, and the main reference standard was still the brain hormone secretion status and the brain damage status. If the brain and hormone levels were very normal, the person was basically judged to be normal.

"Fill it in." Jin Fenglong nodded his chin.

Xia Shou picked up the pen and began to fill out the evaluation form carefully. Of course, he tried to fill it out with abnormal answers as much as possible. After all, every day of delay means one more day of action.

The room was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other.

While Xia Shou was doing the test, the psychologist suddenly asked, "Have you had any irrational fantasies recently?"

Xia Shou raised his head and glanced at the other person: "What do you mean?"

"It's just unrealistic. You can tell me any fantasy you have. For example, if you dreamed of a world with super powers, or a very strange house structure, such as an apartment with many doors, or a ghost maid, etc. You can tell me any details." Jin Fenglong said with a smile.

Xia Shou stopped writing and looked at the other person in disbelief.

Is this person also someone who traveled from another world?
And I know myself very, very well!
Except Su Weiyu, no one knows the existence of Merlin's House!
Can it be trusted?
Can this guy be trusted?

"Keep filling it out." Jin Fenglong reminded.

Xia Shou lowered his head, completed the scale carefully, and then handed it to the other party.

Jin Fenglong picked up the scale and looked at it carefully. He pondered for a moment and said, "It's best not to let you see anyone during this period of time. Relax. As long as you cooperate, we will definitely get the best result... In my opinion, staying here is not necessarily a bad thing.

If you think carefully, you may be able to recall very important details.

You can also try meditation and see if it helps you.

I will come back in a few days and we will conduct a formal inspection then."

After saying that, Jin Fenglong packed up and left, and Xia Shou was put back in the detention center.

In the afternoon, someone came to confirm with him whether he wanted to meet a man named Liu Yilong.

Xia Shou originally wanted to meet Liu Yilong, but when he thought of the psychologist's words, he gave up and said that he didn't remember saying such words.

The doctor's words had a profound meaning. Some of the words were very key: meditation and recollection. The hints were very obvious.

Through meditation, he can enter the memories of things that were swallowed by the shadow, such as the blood demon.

But to this day, there is one memory that he can never look back on, and that is the charred corpse in the Blood Demon's House.

It’s not that he hasn’t tried before, but he could never get into the state, and somehow he entered the Sea of ​​Origin.

Now that that person mentioned it, maybe we should give it another try, maybe there will be some changes.

But memories are things stored in the shadows, and the shadows have not been brought into this world, so it is very reasonable that they failed.

However, at night, Xia Shou still started meditating before going to bed.

He originally thought he would not succeed, but he suddenly got into the state.

Just like the last time he entered the Blood Demon's Memories, he heard the rustling sound of words being written on white paper, and a very hazy yet familiar emotion flowed into his thoughts, as if an old friend was sitting in a rattan chair and recounting their shared memories of the past.

His attention gradually focused.

Xia Shou saw a handsome young man with a childish look, lying on the bed and talking to himself.

Xia Shou recognized that it was the bed of the Control Bureau.

"Mr. Xia Shou, how far can I go if I continue like this?"

Hearing the other person calling his name, Xia Shou felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and he almost thought that the other person was talking to him through his memories.

But he soon realized that the other party was not talking to him, but had said so in real life, and his ex was also called Xia Shou, and perhaps they had some intersections.

But he was the only one in the dormitory. Who was he talking to? To himself?

"Thank you, this way I can save more people... Alas, am I weak?"

"But none of us are fit to be the protagonist. We can just be cannon fodder. Now that you put it that way, I think my status and position make me the best person to help you."

The scene flickered and switched, and the dormitory turned into a dark forest. Although Xia Shou didn't know any of the causes and consequences, because he was in the other party's memory, he had a very intuitive emotional feeling about the current situation.

The trees in the forest creaked, twisted, and squirmed, growing rapidly.

The sound of gunfire came one after another, but was soon drowned out by the shrill screams.

Vines tore flesh and blood, roots broke bones, and the tangled tree trunks rolled living bodies into narrow gaps like a cloth reel, and the squeezed blood turned the dry soil red.

His earphones kept ringing with the sounds of his companions losing contact, and the team members turned into noise one by one.

Xia Shou saw the young man running alone in the woods. The style of his uniform proved that he was just a first-level employee in the Control Bureau, which meant that he had a very low anomaly level and no potential for growth in overall combat effectiveness.

The squirming trees stretched out their branches, trying to catch the tender flesh, and he rushed through the thorns and sharp branches.

His companions kept calling him through the earphones, but he did not respond. Instead, he threw the earphones to the side of the road.

Finally, he came to the center of the woods. The ground was covered with broken limbs and arms. Xia Shou knew from the other party's mood swings that these were powerful finishers, but it was obvious that they had all died.

Then, he took out a mask with some cracks on it and put it on his face. It was the crying and laughing mask that Xia Shou had seen before!
The moment he put on the mask, his standing posture changed significantly, as if he had transformed directly from one person to another person with a completely different aura. An incomparable sense of oppression burst out from that ordinary body.

The battle begins.

The huge tree monster's whip-like vines cut everything around it like an axe, and its fruits constantly spray deadly acid and highly toxic spores.

The man fought the monster at high speed.

In addition to elemental attacks such as fire and lightning that can be seen by the human eye, Xia Shou didn't know how many rule-based abilities the other party used. He only knew that the battle was dazzling.

The battle didn't last long and ended with an overwhelming victory. When the man took off his mask, he fell to the ground as if exhausted and fell into a brief coma.

Not long after, he regained consciousness, forced himself to stand up, and staggered back, as if he wanted to quickly escape from the battlefield, which was already safe...

"The Evil Forest was successfully destroyed three days ago, and the leakage of cursed power has been completely eliminated..."

The scene after switching to the staff cafeteria of the Control Bureau, Xia Shou heard the wildfire news on TV and heard the rewards and commendations given by the Control Bureau to some individuals. The young man calmly sat in the cafeteria eating the staff meal with his colleagues, praising the person who saved everything with everyone, expressing admiration, envy and jealousy like other first-level employees.

Although these disguises were very crude, they were more than enough to deceive colleagues who were also first-level employees.

At this time, you can see that the childishness on his face has faded, and there is more satisfaction and regret.

He is a real man now.

For half a month after that, he came to the medical department as a lucky man who was saved to receive treatment for his serious injuries, and told other patients the legendary story of the savior.

He participated in the training silently, and like all fighters of the same level, continued his monotonous daily life.

This experience kept repeating itself, and Xia Shou felt like he was watching a revolving lantern, experiencing the other person's life quickly, and his mood inevitably became heavy.

The Forest of Evil Spirits, the Mysterious Lake Incident, the Ghost Mannequin in the Mall, the Endless Elevator… As a lowest-level first-class combatant, he continuously participated in large-scale weird subjugation missions as a cannon fodder.

He struggled to survive with his team members like an ordinary fighter.

Compared with other powerful finishers, he is so weak and insignificant, like an insignificant scrap, a bullet in a machine gun, a stone thrown to test the waters...

He was constantly used to test a certain extremely dangerous and bizarre mechanism, faithfully fulfilling his heavy duties with his life.

He complained about injustice like everyone else, but he never felt wronged in his heart.

Because he knew that he came only to save.

He never abused that power. The accumulation of solitary training on daily basis made him stronger than people of his peers, allowing him to have a higher survival rate in the difficult struggle for survival.

The mask he kept close to his body was never shown to anyone easily. Even before his death, he had never shown the mask to anyone else.

He restrained the use of strength and usually used his body to resist all risks.

Only when everything is beyond redemption and there is no chance of winning, will he leave the team and act alone to find the strange root core. Alone in the deathland at the end of hell, he will put on the crying and laughing mask and fight an unknown decisive battle with the root, pulling the tilted balance back to the human side.

Although there was no explanation, the repeated scenes had already made Xia Shou know what was going on.

That mask is like Ultraman's transformation device. When put on, his body will be taken over by another person, probably his predecessor of the same name.

When transforming, Xia Shou saw the other party use black shadow and summon door.

And after each battle, there will be more cracks on the crying and laughing mask.

The man bears everything silently, taking good care of himself as a vessel of power.

Xia Shou originally thought that the other party was some kind of unknown dark hero, but when he saw the truth, he felt a loneliness and perseverance even deeper than that.

This person doesn't even have the power. When he transforms into Ultraman, he will personally go into battle to fight monsters and satisfy his self-satisfaction. However, in this relationship, he is more like a transformation device.

It was as if the mask was the protagonist and he was only responsible for doing the most insignificant things.

Like the foundation of the lowest level of a building, it is hidden deep beneath the magnificent building.

But he began to become stronger and stronger, and slowly, without the mask, he also possessed power beyond that of an ordinary finisher.

His companions were replaced in batches, the formation was adjusted repeatedly, and the numbers were modified repeatedly.

His physique began to surpass human limits, and his recovery ability and reaction speed increased explosively.

Repeated practice of idealistic martial arts allowed this rational man, who was not stupid, to begin to gain unreasonable power.

This reward is only for fools, and perhaps proves that in some ways, he is the most naive idiot in the world.

As more and more cracks appeared on the mask, he used it more and more carefully. He still rushed to the ultimate battlefield at the most dangerous moment as usual, but sometimes he no longer wore the mask and solved everything by himself.

"Brother Xia, I have become stronger. Even without your help, I can protect others!"

He spoke to the cracked mask, the name he used for the mask had changed.

"I won't wear it anymore. I can still talk to you like this... Don't worry, I will get stronger and stronger!"

When he went out on missions, he began to not wear the crying and laughing masks, and his strength grew explosively.

However, a certain obsession makes him able to exert extraordinary power only when he is alone.

"Strong because of selflessness!"

This old-fashioned and outdated slogan is no longer used even in children's cartoons, but it has become his belief and also his bondage. In his heart, he resists all benefits gained through strength.

Finally, he came to the end of his life, the place where Xia Shou had been, the charred room in the Blood Demon's House.

It was a battle in which he fought with all his might. Facing the blood demon who had an invincible mechanism against living creatures, he lost without a doubt.

Until the end, he never regretted and was never confused.

At the end of life, there was not even a revolving lantern, and the thought of death did not even cross my mind.

He exchanged everything he had for chips and put them on the gambling table in exchange for a chance to win, but in the end he lost even the feeling of failure.

He didn't even care about the outcome, let alone who he was winning or losing, and he stopped abruptly in the middle of moving forward.

It was like the power was disconnected before the game over appeared. The screen went dark, and there was no settlement screen. The game ended without any notice.

Dozens of rescues that turned the tide indirectly protected millions of people.

In the end, he got the ending he had always sought, and no one remembered him after his death.

……

……

Xia Shou returned to reality from meditation, and it felt like a piece of his heart was hollowed out.

What's this guy's name?

Xia Shou couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't even know this guy's name!
These were clearly his own memories, but his own name was not even in them!
In reality, he must have a name.

Someone must have called his name, but he didn't seem to think that his name was worthy of occupying a place in his brain's memories.

In this recollection, what impressed Xia Shou the most was the ever-changing work numbers - D10235, D76204, D00587...

(End of this chapter)