ecstasy

"Auntie, beating me is useless. You know that."

Doudou was somewhat bored; pistol bullets posed no threat to Doudou, no matter what caliber -

The section chief raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at her temple from the side, leaving a distance of about five or six centimeters.

"Eh?"

Doudou was still attracted by the section chief's sudden strange behavior.

boom!

The bullet burst out of the chamber—but the section chief's body suddenly rose up, and in this instant he soared straight up a long distance; the bullet passed by his feet:

boom!

The section chief turned his hand and aimed the gun at the center of her eyebrows - this time, her body was pulled diagonally to the left and back, spun in the air, and turned upside down.

Crack: The wrist seemed to be twisted by the impact, but was immediately put back into place by an invisible hand.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The gunshots continued, and the section chief flew in the air, constantly adjusting the angle of her shooting - depending on the vital parts being aimed at, the distance and direction she was pulled out were also different.

Click. The bullets were finally emptied, and the section chief landed steadily on the ground.

I don’t know if it was Doudou’s illusion: in the last few bullets, the section chief seemed to be able to fly in a roughly straight line.

She pulled the spare magazine and the other pistol from her shirt of blood and flesh:

"I know guns have no killing power on you. I'm trying to develop my fascination."

"It's a shame there's no suitable equipment here, and the conditions are so primitive. Otherwise, development would be much faster: using this ecstasy to fly isn't difficult, let's see if we can come up with more interesting uses."

The section chief's posture changed again—she reloaded with one hand, her movements skillful and swift, one pistol pointed at her head and the other pressed against the gap between her left ribs.

"You research yours, and I experiment with mine: division of labor and cooperation. It's like a makeshift little team. Isn't that fun?"

"Look, Doudou—a mother won't let her child hurt herself. If you control her psychology, you can make her act the way you want."

"Do you understand? A parent-child relationship cannot be without love, but it can't be all love either. It's such a wonderful thing that humans possess both sensibility and rationality."

boom!Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, the crisp and loud gunshots continued.

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Chapter 84 Throw and Catch

Ah! How come she figured it out so quickly?

Dou Dou quickly lowered his head and began to scribble on the ground faster: he was suddenly extremely anxious - as if he had returned to the class that had just started, and his classmates were doing the questions much faster than him.

Although the section chief seemed to have no effective way to attack, based on the current development progress, she would soon be able to master the technique of escape: if she really flew away like this, Doudou would probably be immersed in depression for the rest of the summer vacation; she might not even be able to sleep well at night.

"Auntie! Let me tell you, all the bullets in this building put together

It's not enough for you to fly away!"

Doudou kept his head down, thinking and recording quickly; but his mouth was not idle: judging from the distance he could move with each self-shooting, the section chief really could not fly out of Mong Cai City.

There was no answer; only the loud and continuous sound of gunfire, with the firing frequency constantly adjusted - it seemed that two guns would not allow the section chief to complete his suicide.

Bang bang bang bang!

Suddenly, a series of fierce gunshots rang out:

call!

The section chief did a spiral and flew over Doudou's head like a fighter jet barrel roll - his arms kept swinging and his two pistols switched aiming positions.

"what?!"

Doudou's eyes were about to turn green: he had just written down some ideas on the floor.

[No! I have to disturb her!]

He bent forward, digging his left hand into the concrete floor, picking up tiny pieces of cement as easily as if he were scooping water from a pool—and without even looking up, he splashed it roughly in the direction of the gunshot.

Boom la la la la--

The cement fragments that Doudou casually threw around were like exploding shotgun bullets, bombarding and covering the general position of the section chief; this also caused the response of [maternal love], which kept pulling her to new directions.

The section chief's laughter came and went, rising and falling:

"Hahahahaha! Sure, multitasking is amazing!"

【Well, if this continues, she will be able to run away soon. 】

Doudou shook his head and continued his research. The section chief seemed to be a lot weirder and more talkative than before. He temporarily interrupted the section chief's experiment, but Doudou still didn't get the answer he wanted:

[Maternal love] may be an automatic stimulation mechanism. For example, an object that exceeds a certain speed limit will be regarded as a threat.

If she's not provoked, if she's not caused to fly or move, then she'll just be a normal auntie. A normal auntie who's been trained. And she's wearing high heels—she can't run very fast. Or is she being stared at, not letting her eat? Not letting her drink water?

The cement on the left was hollowed out by Doudou. He shifted his hips, turned sideways, and continued to attack with the floor behind him; fragments splashed like water:

How long can a person survive without water? Three days? But no, I don't have that much time! There are only a few days left in summer vacation--

The years of youth are so precious, they shine brighter than pearls in oyster shells. It would be so sad to waste them in boring waiting.

There must be a speed limit for [Motherly Love] to hold the Section Chief's hand - the combined body of the Section Chief and the [Witch in the Building] cannot sustain that kind of brutal acceleration indefinitely.

Doudou stared at the section chief. "Based on her height and general build, she should weigh less than 100 kilograms. Possibly more." Although her fusion with the "Witch in the Building" had left shredded flesh everywhere, it definitely wasn't the combined weight of both individuals. Perhaps the density was different from a normal human body.

If every attack on her can cause damage, how long will it take to turn the section chief into a skeleton?

[Really? You can't handle it? Anyway, it seems like her escape speed is always about the same, but always a bit faster than mine. And she can heal herself. If I chase her until she's physically broken, it'll take at least a few hours! This trick won't work.]

If he could exceed the Section Chief's top speed, or create an attack that covered a large enough area, he would be able to hit her.

[I need that. Area attack! Yes, AOE!]

He was lost in thought - should he go downstairs and bring up a big truck or a steamroller and use it as a hammer to hit her?

But the last time I tried to move heavy objects, my experience wasn't great: because of various things like pressure, connection structure, and material strength, when I was moving the dump truck, I would either step on a few big holes in the floor, or the dump truck would fall apart after a while due to strange stress points.

Once, I even stepped on a road and fell into a septic tank.

[Wow, why did I think of this again?! Forget it, forget it!]

Doudou was startled, slapped his head hard, and turned his attention back:

But the section chief can not only fly short distances when forced, but also heal and repair himself. Unless he goes somewhere to fetch a large missile to try to blow it up, I'm afraid that [general range attacks] such as grenades and arson will not be effective.

And there was no telling how far the Section Chief could fly in a single bound: right now, he was just dodging bullets and Doudou's punches. What if the missiles just struck, and the Section Chief flew out of Mong Cai like a cloud?

[Maybe I need to change my thinking! Consider this a dead end: I'll assume Auntie is definitely faster than me. I need to find a way that doesn't "trigger" flight.]

The section chief's current frenzy did not show any aggression at all, but instead made it difficult for Doudou to find a suitable angle to attack.

At some point, the gunfire had quietly ceased. Doudou looked up: the section chief had already tossed her pistol aside—two shards of cement, sharp as plates, now appeared in her hands. She sliced ​​into her lower abdomen, thighs, and ribs, tearing off chunks of flesh.

【What is she doing? 】

Doudou stopped throwing cement blocks and shells with her left hand and let the section chief fall slowly to the ground - the wound she had opened herself was first tightened and sutured by blood vessels, and then connective tissue grew: when the connective tissue completely covered the surface of the skin, she would tear it open again and dig deeper.

But the torn pieces of flesh were still in her hands: she was suddenly stunned; then she looked at Doudou and raised her eyebrows.

[Why can she attack herself, but I can't? ]

[Did I use too much force before? That's not right. I tried it more gently afterwards.]

The section chief suddenly smiled. She carefully kneaded each piece of bloody meat, rolling it into softball-like pieces. She picked up one of the softballs, weighed it in her hand, and threw it toward Doudou.

Snapped!

The meat ball fell diagonally in front of Doudou. The shape that was finally held together collapsed in the impact, and the meat and fat flew everywhere. The splashed deep red outline stopped right in front of him.

"What conjecture are you trying to make, auntie?"

Doudou certainly didn't think that the section chief wanted to use these rolled meatballs to smash himself to death: but he also couldn't figure out what kind of triggering conditions for ecstasy this was testing.

The section chief pursed his lips, took a run-up, spun around, and launched the ball of flesh, which he held on his shoulder with his palm. This ball traced a long, circular arc and landed behind Doudou. His shot put posture made the throw farther than before:

"Doudou, did you know that biological tendons can be used as thin ropes? If I pull out my tendons now, wrap these pieces of flesh in skin, tie them up, and throw them out like a slingshot, they'll fly farther and more accurately."

"But that would be too painful and troublesome, and the conditions here are too harsh; you can't use concrete shards as a scalpel."

Doudou turned his head and watched the meatball behind him explode into pieces:

"Wow, is this really possible? Auntie, you know a lot. But what are you going to do by cutting your own flesh?"

The section chief raised both hands and waved his palms upwards—similar to the gesture of directing a car to back into a parking space:

"Now, kind sir: would you like to experiment with me? Help me find this new use?"

Doudou was troubled by the unsolvable problem. The same thing happened to the man before him who he couldn't kill—he stood up, jumped, and prepared to take a break from his worries.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

"Hit the ball down!"

The section chief let out a shout and threw the meatball in her hand over—this was the third one she had thrown. Doudou glanced at the red, oval-shaped meatball spinning in mid-air, raised his hand, and slapped it.

At the moment when Doudou's palm was about to touch it.

Whoops!

The meatball blossomed first. It fled in the direction away from Doudou's palm, exploding into a red and pink flower, and flew back to the section chief:

This seemed to be a signal - another cluster of red burst out from under Doudou's feet; that was where the second meat ball exploded.

A piece of flesh with some skin attached suddenly rose up and hit the sole of Doudou's Feili shoes: for Doudou, he was still able to maintain his balance - if it were an ordinary person, he would probably be thrown upside down.

The pool of blood that had accumulated in the pothole at his feet also rose up at that moment like a fountain and drifted backwards; it was like the Red Sea that was chased and driven away by Moses.

Bang!

The pool of body fluids and flesh behind Doudou, wrapped up the cement fragments on the ground and rose up - it hit Doudou's back like shrapnel, then slid away and flew towards the section chief again.

The wounds on the section chief's body, already stitched together, burst open with a crackling sound. These clumps of dirty blood and muscle tissue, mixed with dust and gravel, burrowed into them like insects.

Sizzle.

The sunken parts were filled with the contents and bulged up again.

The three thrown red balls all landed back on the section chief. She patted the wounds that were no longer sunken, her head lowering as she thought:

"It's hard to locate. It has some impact, but not enough; the activation method is very passive. What if we remove the meat and seal it beforehand? Adding some broken bones can bypass the normal security system and use it as a grenade."

Doudou gently shook his raincoat to shake off the blood that had splashed all over him. He squinted his eyes, his head spinning. What was happening before his eyes seemed to conceal some key points:

"Auntie, it turns out that the flesh that has completely left your body can be restored. Why did you suddenly think of this?"

The section chief raised his head and came to his senses:

".Hmm? I haven't played catch with anyone in over ten years. Young people probably like this kind of relaxing sport. Seeing you sitting there so seriously, it gave me an idea: I used to be good at this, and Manon loved playing it when she was a kid."

"You've heard it before? We inherit our bodies and hair from our parents. It seems I'm right; even biological tissue separated from my body is protected by maternal love. It's just hard to determine the exact volume and proportion."

Doudou wiped off a drop of blood from the smooth surface of the yellow raincoat and held it in front of his eyes:

"Indeed, Auntie. Not all of your blood has returned to your body. I just don't understand why you can destroy your own body at will, and why my beating you is considered an attack."

-

The section chief didn't blink and shook his head:

"Are humans machines? Do humans themselves have such precise definitions? And correspondingly, neither does ecstasy. Based on my experience in this field, ecstasy itself is highly variable and random."

"If this thing comes from the sins you've committed, the illness you've had in your heart, how can you expect it to be as accurate as a machine? Humans themselves are very vague."

“There are so many counterintuitive things about ecstasy—but I don’t think it’s anti-scientific: science can understand and deal with the loss of control, so its constant revision and supplementation are inevitable. Our world is not just what we see now.”

"My [maternal love], the criteria for judging it shouldn't be that clear."

She put her hands behind her head and leaned forward, like a teacher asking a question to her students:

"Have you noticed? What exactly is this standard? I thought you saw it when I first started cutting the meat off."