Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

Chapter 61 Subconscious

Jiang Ning remained silent. She knew that since the other party had already become suspicious of her, the best course of action was to refrain from taking any action until the opportune moment was right, and then launch a sudden attack.

The middle-aged man and Aibowu looked at the city about to enter the darkness with some nervousness, but the middle-aged man hesitated for a while before stepping to the front in order to show his courage.

The last glimmer of light has burned out, and the entire city is now plunged into absolute darkness.

"Click." Xiang Yu pulled out a flashlight from somewhere.

"???" The middle-aged man was taken aback at first, then asked, "Where did you get that flashlight?"

"Where did I get it? From the store."

"A store?" The middle-aged man had just said, "How could you have been to a store? I've been watching your every move all day."

But the thought that doing so would completely expose his stalking activities made him swallow his questions.

Moreover, his questions weren't limited to just the flashlight; he didn't even know where the other person got their playing cards and mahjong tiles from.

There are only a few hours in a day, but this guy surnamed Xiang makes it seem like he has extra hours out of nowhere.

"To be honest, I don't think the night is that scary." Xiang Yu smiled. "See, the idea that you'll die if you go out is a lie. We're doing just fine now, aren't we?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a leisurely voice came over.

"Flying Light, Flying Light, let me offer you a cup of wine~"

"6

""

Turning his head to the corner, he heard that familiar voice—

Is that female ghost back again?

Sure enough, wherever there's me and ghosts, she'll never be absent.

"What's that sound?!" The middle-aged man turned his head sharply, looking around. "Who's singing?"

Aibowu was so frightened that he clung to Xiangyu like a sloth, but Xiangyu remained calm and motionless.

"I don't know, maybe it's a female ghost," Xiang Yu said.

"—How can you be so calm?" The middle-aged man felt that Xiang Yu was no longer pretending. Even someone as bold as him would tremble a little when encountering a ghost.

And you tell him that someone can actually talk and laugh while listening to a ghost sing? You're kidding me.

Xiang Yu knew what the other person was thinking. It wasn't that he wasn't afraid, but he had seen it many times before and had become desensitized.

The atmosphere had become tense, and just as the middle-aged man was about to strike and kill Xiang Yu on the spot, Xiang Yu suddenly spoke.

"I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table." Xiang Yu spread his hands. "Actually, I've known all along who the mole was."

Ai Baiwu, who was hiding behind Xiang Yu, was taken aback for a moment, then his expression lit up: "Who, who is the mole?"

"You're the mole, Aibowu," Xiangyu said slowly.

"What? I'm a mole? How could I possibly be a mole?" Ai Baiwu was dumbfounded. "You have to believe me, brother. I may not seem like a good person, but I would never harm you!"

"Alas, Ai Bowu, you really don't know, I actually knew about your abilities a long time ago." Although Xiang Yu was talking about Ai Bowu, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Ning.

"Your ability is to manipulate memories, right?" Xiang Yu said slowly.

"Huh? Me, manipulating memories?" Aibowu responded blankly.

"You can manipulate memories, which is why you're so convinced you're not the mole, isn't it? Actually, you've already erased the memory of being the mole, making it seem like you're not acting."

"I'm innocent, brother!" Ai Baiwu was still trying his best to defend himself.

"Oh? Not you? Then why do I feel like my memories—have been tampered with by someone?"

Xiang Yu's tone turned cold: "And you even went to such lengths to manipulate memories, just to make others like this person without their knowledge?"

"!"

Jiang Ning was already drenched in sweat, but she didn't think that Xiang Yu had seen through her skills.

And what's the use of seeing through it? If I want these two to die, I just need to tell them the rules of that ghost.

The initiative in the situation is still in our own hands.

"Uncle, he's framing someone else. The real mole is him!" Jiang Ning said anxiously to the middle-aged man.

"I know—but he's framing that Aibowu. Isn't it a good thing that the two of them are starting to suspect each other?" The middle-aged man felt that they should hold back for now and let the two sides fight amongst themselves.

The information Xiang Yu was sharing was also quite novel to the middle-aged man, so he was actually curious about what Xiang Yu was going to say next.

Jiang Ning now understands Xiang Yu's purpose. If he directly accuses Jiang Ning or the middle-aged man of being the mole, given the middle-aged man's volatile temper, he might not even care what Xiang Yu has to say and start taking action immediately.

If Xiang Yu claims to be the mole, then Jiang Ning has a reason to directly order the middle-aged man to take action.

But Xiang Yu used the most bizarre and unbelievable words to create a stalemate, yet neither side made a move. Instead, he leisurely let everyone listen to him.

Now, Xiang Yu spoke up again: "Ai Bowu, I don't know if you've ever heard of something called 'subconscious GG'."

"What's that?"

"There was once a person who claimed to have done an experiment. He inserted a frame of Coca-Cola GG in a place where no one would notice it while a movie was playing, and something amazing happened. Coca-Cola's sales suddenly increased by 17 percent."

"Holy crap, that's amazing?" Ai Baiwu was stunned. "Wouldn't that make you invincible? Everyone could just do it like that!"

"But in fact, that person lied. A mere moment in a movie scene simply cannot accomplish this—" Xiang Yu said leisurely. "All his experimental data was actually fabricated."

"Oh, this—"

Ai Baiwu felt that Xiang Yu's words had a hidden meaning, but he couldn't figure out what Xiang Yu meant by saying those words.

So he simply stopped asking questions and obediently listened to Xiang Yu's explanation.

The atmosphere, which was originally on the verge of exploding, has now become strangely harmonious. Even the middle-aged man is curious about what Xiang Yu is up to.

"However, this theory was not disproven. Instead, it was discovered by scientists and applied to various environments. For example, the design of GG later used a visual subconscious guidance method to deepen people's impressions—" Xiang Yu paused, "and sometimes you can't even notice it."

"Then think about it according to this theory—if someone's ability is to insert only a very small number of false memories into your memory, then what would be the best way for that person to use this skill?" Xiang Yu asked rhetorically.

"If what you just said is true, then it's definitely not about directly inserting a short, continuous segment of memory, because it's a very small amount—even if it were, it would be as if it weren't inserted at all." Ai Bowu's eyes widened suddenly.

"The best way is actually—"

"Break those few memories into infinitely small images, and then fill every corner of those memories with these incredibly minute images!"