Seeing his accomplice suddenly fall to the ground, the moustache jumped back in fright and stared at Qiu Yun in shock. "Who... who are you!?"
This guy was already on high alert. It's impossible to use the [b]Mental Symbols[/b] technique now, but he could use this fat guy.
Qiu Yun smiled slightly, kicked the fat guy, and said, "Get up!"
The fat guy staggered to his feet, hanging his hands down and expressionless. The moustache was even more frightened. "What kind of evil sorcery is this!?"
"Look, he's a policeman!" Qiu Yun pointed at the moustache and said.
The fat guy showed a scared and eager - to - run expression. Then Qiu Yun added, "You can't run now because there are walls all around. But it doesn't matter. He's just one thin guy and can't beat you. So fight him!"
"Fight!" The fat guy roared and suddenly pounced on the moustache.
The moustache screamed in fright, immediately took out and waved a butterfly knife randomly, and actually cut the fat guy's throat. Blood spurted from the fat guy's throat, but he still managed to knock the moustache to the ground.
The two of them fell to the ground heavily. The moustache kicked the fat guy's face hard, getting himself covered in blood.
Finally, the moustache kicked the fat guy away, picked up the butterfly knife, and said to Qiu Yun with a ferocious face, "Shit! You hurt my buddy. I'll cripple you!"
Qiu Yun realized that he had misjudged the situation. He hadn't considered that the moustache had a knife on him. Guys like this usually carry weapons.
Now the fat guy was on the verge of death, and the moustache was cornered. He would definitely fight to the death.
In his panicked state, the moustache in front of him transformed into all sorts of nightmarish figures: sometimes a fire - breathing dragon - man belching flames, sometimes a pig demon with sky - reaching fangs gnashing its teeth, and sometimes an alien with a carapace all over its body oozing slime.
"Ah!!!" Qiu Yun felt his head splitting with pain and hugged his head, wailing.
"Hey, are you here?"
Di Gong's voice suddenly came. The moustache instinctively turned his head. Di Gong stretched out his walking stick and stabbed hard at the moustache's throat, hitting his vein. Then he said in a deep voice, "Still not asleep?"
The moustache rolled his eyes and fell down.
Qiu Yun was squatting on the ground and looked up. In his "eyes", Di Gong turned into a white - robed immortal stepping on two hungry ghosts.
"What's wrong with you?" Di Gong asked.
"I... I can't control the stuff in my head anymore..."
"Alas!" Di Gong sighed and shook his head.
Soon after, the police cars and ambulances arrived. Di Gong had already taken Qiu Yun home. The fat guy had his throat slit but luckily survived. Witnesses said the two suddenly turned on each other. The police were also puzzled. What kind of place was this where criminals always seemed to fight and kill each other here?
Naturally, the girl was also sent to the hospital. She had only inhaled chloroform and was not seriously injured.
In the old house, Qiu Yun lay on the bed, covering his head in pain as strange images kept popping up. Di Gong said, "Hey! You've really fallen into a state of mental derangement due to over - practicing!"
"Master Di, save me quickly. I won't dare to do it again."
"[Dao Heart Clarification! (A spell to clear the mind)]"
Di Gong solemnly uttered these two words. Suddenly, a strong light blinded Qiu Yun. He suddenly realized that he could see again, but the light was so intense that it made his eyes ache terribly.
"Actually, I didn't drug you. I just planted a [b]Mental Symbols[/b] in your head to cut off your vision."
"Can... Can such a thing really be done?"
"Of course. You know when snipers are aiming, their field of vision becomes a narrow tube and the surrounding scenery turns black. The brain can actively block out signals. Through [b]Mental Symbols[/b], you can make a person unable to see, hear, or speak. This is also the last thing I'm going to teach you. After you learn it, set a spell for yourself. When you say it, all illusions will disappear instantly to prevent you from falling into a state of mental derangement due to over - practicing again! But fundamentally, don't abuse it. The [b]Mind - Control Technique[/b] is extremely mysterious. Abusing it will kill you!"
"I remember!" Qiu Yun nodded seriously, keeping this lesson firmly in mind.
By now, his eyes no longer hurt. Qiu Yun slowly opened his eyes and saw Di Gong's face wrapped in bandages. His right eye was severely swollen. He said, "Master Di, your condition..."
"Yes, I don't have much time left." Di Gong gently patted Qiu Yun's hand. "Our time together is almost up."
Although Qiu Yun had already mentally prepared himself, when this day really came, he still felt extremely painful.
Di Gong was not only his strict master but also his family, the only one in the world who had ever cared about him.
A month later, Di Gong was dying. Qiu Yun knelt by the bed, holding back his tears as he listened to his last will.
Di Gong said, "Qiu Yun, I've taught you everything I can. You have to walk your own path from now on! You were born into a humble background. At first, I thought that if I just let you drift along, you'd end up becoming a criminal. But if I guided you well, taught you skills and the principles of being a person, would you become a good person? I hope I did the right thing!"
"I definitely won't let you down!" Qiu Yun said, clutching Di Gong's hand. "I'll be a good person!"
"Not just being a good person..." Di Gong said with a profound look in his eyes. "I want you to use what you've learned to deal with scumbags like your father, because the [b]Mind - Control Technique[/b] is originally a technique for eliminating the violent and protecting the good!"
For generations, we've been pondering a question: why do people commit crimes? The viciousness and malice of the human heart always shock me. There is so much evil in this world. By bringing Qiu Qiang to justice, there'll be one less person like me who's lost a son...
He put his hand on Qiu Yun's head. "That's all I gotta say. Qiu Yun, if you're willing to do the right thing, change your surname to Di!"
"I will! I will!"
"Good boy!"
Di Gong smiled and then slowly closed his eyes. Qiu Yun wailed loudly beside him.
After arranging Di Gong's funeral, he still lived here, reading the books on the shelf and honing his [b]Mind - Control Technique[/b].
A month later, a middle - aged man came to visit. Qiu Yun thought he looked a bit familiar. The middle - aged man asked, "Is Old Mr. Di not here?"
"He has passed away."
"What!?" The middle - aged man was shocked. "Then who are you?"
"I'm his adopted son, Di Zhen."
The middle - aged man sized up Di Zhen (formerly Qiu Yun) from head to toe and then glanced at the two memorial tablets on the table. The house was clean and bright, apparently well - maintained.
Meanwhile, Di Zhen was observing the man. His hands had calluses from holding a gun and driving. He had dark skin, a steady gaze, and an air of authority. He seemed to be a policeman.
Suddenly, Di Zhen remembered. He was Officer Long Yun!
One of the policemen who had arrested Qiu Qiang back then and the one who had personally sent Di Zhen to the orphanage. Officer Long had shown him a lot of care, but at that time, Di Zhen had been bullied in the orphanage. Coupled with the fact that the police had shot his father, the young him had regarded Officer Long as an enemy.
More than a decade had passed. Obviously, Officer Long didn't recognize Di Zhen. Di Zhen poured him a cup of tea.
Officer Long sat down, took out a cigarette, and said, "Alas, I've just returned from a mission out of town. I couldn't see the teacher off for the last time."
Hearing the title "teacher", Di Zhen started to fish for information. "Di Gong also taught me a lot, and I've benefited greatly from it."
"Really? Back in the police academy, criminal psychology was the biggest pain in the neck. When the teacher came as a guest professor, no matter how profound the theories were, as long as he explained them, they became easy to understand. Every time he taught a class, the classroom was packed! He also assisted the police in solving some cases. He was a very capable man, just a bit quirky in temper!" Officer Long sighed and smiled.
Di Zhen noticed the envelope in Officer Long's hand. Officer Long smelled of gasoline, which meant he had driven here. If he drove, there was no need to carry an envelope, which indicated that he came to visit to consult Di Gong about something.
Di Zhen said, "Can I take a look at that?"
"This? No way. These are all confidential. You can't look... I have to go now."
"Maybe I, his last disciple, can help you!"
Hearing this, Officer Long turned around in surprise and looked at him.
(Note: The technique Di Gong used was based on the physiological hypnosis method of the Japanese hypnosis master Fujimoto Masao, which is to press on the carotid artery for a few seconds and then release it to raise the blood pressure in the brain, and then shout suddenly to put the other person into a hypnotic state.)
This skill is pretty dangerous. Don't give it a shot!