He Li felt that he was sober, kind, and even believed he wasn't crazy, merely schizophrenic.
This wasn't contradictory. He was just more spirited than ordinary people, and then he became schizophrenic, splitting into seven. Since his schizophrenia, he felt even more spirited.
But this was just He Li's own thought. In reality, to others, he was a madman.
What kind of good person chatted with himself, sometimes appearing distressed, sometimes laughing heartily, sometimes relieved, sometimes helpless, with an overly expressive face, as if conversing with different people?
He Li, as if no one else were present, bought six cups of coffee and several pastries from the cafe, chatting with Yan Ping all the way back to the Spirit Management Association building.
Yan Ping's ideas were wild and incredibly creative, his words carrying a sense of freedom and romance. He Li was very much like Yan Ping; when not having an episode, he was quite normal.
"Sister Jiang, your Americano. Brother A Liang, your caramel. Macaron or mousse?"
"Mango mousse, matcha mousse."
"Got it."
"Thanks, He Li."
"Thank you, my little He Li."
Alright, Min Liang sometimes had the same issue as Xiao Yue. Who was his "little He Li"?
He Li rolled his eyes, then looked at the computer screens of the two. For He Li, who only knew how to play games and watch videos on computers, their screens looked more like they had frozen and needed a reboot.
However, they were indeed analyzing Lu Xiangnan's corpse.
"Sister Jiang, can demon corpses also be analyzed with technology?" He Li asked, somewhat confused.
"Why not?" Sister Jiang took a sip of her Americano and said, "It's not that with the advent of supers and demons, all human technology and weapons have become obsolete. For example, the headquarters is developing an 'Internal Force Electromagnetic Gun,' designed to allow ordinary demon hunters to kill high-level demons."
"Demons can evolve, cultivation can advance, and technology must also develop."
"What, after awakening spiritual power and unlocking the gene lock, are we supposed to revert to primitivism?"
He Li was somewhat surprised by these words but found them quite reasonable. The poor relied on mutation, the rich relied on technology. The strength of a funded warrior depended on their willingness to spend money.
The honest He Li smacked his lips and exited the monitoring room. This high-tech sanctuary was not a place for a poor fellow like him. He had to be careful even when placing a cup of coffee, afraid of spilling it.
After delivering coffee to Susan's office, to Tao Xue who was playing on her phone at the counter, and to the "bartender" Bai Fei, he returned to the sofa area with the last cup of coffee and a strawberry mousse, eating quietly.
He Li found these people very interesting. They were truly dedicated when "working." The four members of the action team were literally risking their lives, while the two from the intelligence department were mentally exhausted. They had been working non-stop for nearly 30 hours after receiving information from logistics, without sleep.
The division of labor was clear, and there was no procrastination.
After lunch, everyone except the two still working in the monitoring room returned to their rooms for a nap. He Li did not return to his room, as the sofa in the main hall was more comfortable and the air conditioning was colder. He was very sensitive to heat.
"My young master, aren't you going to cover yourself with a blanket?" Yan Ping said with a chuckle.
"Who covers themselves with a blanket in the summer?" He Li flipped over, facing the solid wood table, looking at Yan Ping sitting opposite him.
"Uh... some people do. But I've never slept with an outsider. If you had a girlfriend, I might know." Yan Ping constantly reminded He Li that he was already 20 years old and should have a girlfriend. In his impression, being a virgin was very shameful.
He Li ignored him. Who would date someone with schizophrenia? What, is it like opening a blind box?
Today's me is different from yesterday's madman. Today's me is a pervert, but it's okay, tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow's me is very simple, because he's mentally challenged.
"Yan Ping, why didn't you come out last night? We were short of you and He Xi."
Yan Ping shrugged indifferently, "I don't like fighting. Let them handle these things. I can cheer and applaud them from behind."
"Besides, you have many abilities now, don't you?"
"Uncle Li's gravity, Xiao Xi's decomposition and reconstruction, Jin Fang's direct killing chains, Xiao Yue's telekinesis, all are very powerful abilities."
He Li sat up from the sofa, spread his arms on the back of the sofa, and said thoughtfully,
"But, logically speaking, don't abilities that appear later tend to be stronger?"
Yan Ping seemed to disagree with this view. He pondered for a moment and said, "Your logic is inherently illogical. The use of our abilities depends on your state of mind at the time, or rather, your mental state. Think back carefully, what was your mental state when you first used Uncle Li's gravity?"
He Li recalled, "It was when I was eating barbecue and people were treating me like a lunatic. But Uncle Li had been there before that."
"Then what was your mental state when Uncle Li first appeared?" Yan Ping asked again.
"...I was very agitated!"
"Exactly! You were very agitated that day, so Uncle Li appeared. What kind of person is Uncle Li? He's a melancholic middle-aged man, perfectly matching your mental state at the time."
Yan Ping looked at He Li and said with a teasing smile, "Uncle Li said you almost impulsively killed your current teammates that day."
"Damn..."
Mentioning that day, He Li felt a bit embarrassed. He felt like his chuunibyo syndrome had flared up.
Yan Ping didn't tease He Li further and continued, "From this, you can see that we can't just use our abilities whenever we want. Including Jun He, how we use our abilities completely depends on you, or your mental state when you want to use them."
"So, last night, Xiao Yue came out, Jin Fang came out, Chen Sui came out, and even Jun He had to come out in the end, because if he didn't, Chen Sui might have gone berserk and killed your teammates."
He Li didn't hear the latter half of the sentence. Killing teammates, killing teammates, it made him sound like a lunatic, always sacrificing teammates.
But Yan Ping's words did remind He Li. Mental and emotional states are easily influenced by external factors and are often beyond one's control.
When using Xiao Yue's ability, he was struggling with whether or not to kill those scumbags; it was a rational struggle.
When using Jin Fang's ability, he was inside the blood demon's belly, his mind in a daze, his brain blank.
When using He Xi's ability, he had just taken He Xi shopping, his mind in a state of pleasure, coaxing a child.
But combining all the previous instances,
He Li fell into deep thought. He had a feeling that Jun He was not affected by his own emotions.
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