A month later, Qiu Yun sat on a chair, constantly playing with the Rubik's cube in his hand. He turned it left and then right. The sound of the Rubik's cube turning was crisp and pleasant. The colors on each side were bright and vivid. It felt smooth and had a sense of weight in his hand.
But it was a mental tool that only Qiu Yun could see and touch!
This [b]Creating Mental Tools[/b] technique was extremely ingenious. Qiu Yun, who was naturally intelligent, understood it right away and quickly got the hang of it.
It took him ten days to create the Rubik's cube. For the second mental tool, a notebook, it only took three days. Qiu Yun could write and draw in it. Although he was blind, he could clearly see the strokes of every word in the notebook.
Di Gong repeatedly warned him, "This [b]Creating Mental Tools[/b] technique is just an auxiliary to the [b]Mind - Control Technique[/b]. Never abuse it, especially don't use it to create people!"
"Ah, you can create people?"
Qiu Yun got hit with a walking stick for asking this question. Di Gong seriously warned him, "Never use mental tools to create people. Once created, it will be out of control and may even replace you in the end."
Qiu Yun was young and hot - headed. He immediately ignored Di Gong's words. Since he couldn't create people, he'd create something else.
He created an arcade machine in his room and could play *Warriors of Future Past* to his heart's content at night. (*Warriors of Future Past* is a well - known arcade game.) He also created a set of darts.
He also created a bag of never - ending potato chips and a bottle of never - finishing cola.
The potato chips were crispy and salty, and the cola was refreshing and invigorating. Every night, when he stayed in his bedroom, playing arcade machines, munching on chips, and sipping cola, there was no better feeling than this.
Soon, he discovered other amazing uses of the mental tool. Qiu Yun was blind and could only hear the voices of his neighbors. When he went out for a run, he created all sorts of strange looks for them.
The once pitch - black world became extremely exciting. The tofu vendor became a decadent race car driver, the old woman across the street with a particularly loud voice turned into Yagami Yasu, and the little kid who always urinated everywhere became a burly strongman.
Every day, when Qiu Yun went out for a run or to buy things, seeing these odd - looking people pass by him, he was overjoyed.
He didn't even realize that he was going off the deep end.
One afternoon, Di Gong asked Qiu Yun to buy a bottle of soy sauce. Walking on the street, Qiu Yun looked up at the sky. A huge Godzilla was striding across the city, and Ultraman and Nekketsu Kouha Kunio - Kun fighter jets were flying through the sky. Qiu Yun was very happy and thought that he had mastered the use of the mental tool to perfection.
Suddenly, a quarrel broke out -
"Hey, niece! Your mom's been crying her eyes out these days. Come back home with us right now!"
"Yeah! You're all grown - up, but you ran away from home just because your family said a few words to you!"
"They're not my family! Help! Call the cops right away!"
"Oh, this girl is talking nonsense! Folks, I'm her uncle. This girl lives in Balingping. She had a fight with her family and stormed off. We've searched high and low for her."
"Let go of me! Let go! Help!"
"Come back with uncle, stop causing a scene. Your dad said he's okay with you dating that guy from the gear factory!"
The person calling for help was a girl. She had a sweet fragrance on her. Judging from the slapping sounds, she had a small shoulder bag. Moreover, there was a smell of panic on her.
As for the other two, Qiu Yun could tell that one was a tall and fat man with a bad trachea, as he was a bit out of breath when speaking and his voice was phlegmy. He must be a heavy smoker, as there was a strong smell of tobacco on him.
The other one, Qiu Yun felt, was a thin man with a northern accent. He probably had a mustache on his upper lip because there was a strange airflow sound when he spoke.
Both of them smelled of sweat and gasoline. Since it wasn't hot at that time, Qiu Yun guessed that they must have been waiting in the car for a long time before they spotted their "prey". The girl was obviously out alone, and she had been targeted by these two human traffickers.
This trick was called "claiming to be relatives" (a ruse where people pretend to be related to abduct someone). Two seemingly honest and kind - looking men grabbed a strange woman and told the people around that she had run away from home. Their explanations were so detailed that no matter how much the woman shouted for help and resisted, passers - by would think she just didn't want to go home.
Even if some people had doubts in their hearts, they would turn a blind eye and do nothing because of the reactions of those around them.
How could he rescue this woman? Qiu Yun couldn't see and had limited information. Should he just go up and expose their lies or threaten them with calling the police?
No, that wouldn't work!
Judging from their words, the other party was an experienced hand and would not be intimidated by a kid's words. If their true identities were exposed, they might show their true colors and harm the woman.
At worst, they could run away. Anyway, no one here knew them. When the police arrived, it would just be a formality. Such a threat was meaningless.
Di Gong once said that when encountering aggressive people, one should avoid their edge, go with the flow and look for their flaws.
Qiu Yun took a deep sniff and remembered the smell on the man. Then he slipped away through the alley.
He came to a street where there was a row of parked cars. Qiu Yun sniffed each one and found a van with the same smell as the two men. So he lay in ambush there.
The two human traffickers successfully took the woman away. They happily pushed the girl into the car. The girl sobbed and pleaded, "Big bro, let me go! I'll give you the money you want!"
"Girl, can't you be more sensible? Your parents at home are so worried about you that they're almost sick!" The man with the moustache deliberately shouted loudly. The two of them tightly grabbed the girl's arms, and she cried miserably.
The fat man opened the car door. The moustache took out a handkerchief from his bosom, covered the woman's mouth and nose with it. She fainted immediately and was then pushed into the car.
At this time, Qiu Yun walked out from behind the car. The fat man was stunned for a moment. He saw it was just a teenager, but with an unusually burly and strong build. For a split - second when he was startled, he showed his ferocious look and growled, "What do you want?!"
"The East Sea Dragon King entertains guests, inviting immortals with golden cups and jade bowls. Where are you from, dude!" Qiu Yun clasped his fists and said a line of Jianghu jargon (jargon used in the Jianghu (martial world)).
The two looked at each other in surprise. The words the teenager said were used by local bullies in the Jianghu to greet outsiders. However, only very prestigious bosses could say such words. How could this kid dare to say such presumptuous things?
Actually, Qiu Yun was not well - learned. Di Gong had just taught him about Jianghu jargon not long ago, and he was just a novice.
The thin man clasped his fists in return and replied, "Three can pick mulberries in the south village. The shepherd boy doesn't sing when the ox is lost. I'm new here and may have caused some trouble. Brother, I'll take a flower and go back with it on my hat!"
Qiu Yun smiled and said, "Mate, actually, my people have had their eyes on this 'flower' for a long time."
"Really? I've never heard that there are others in the same line here!"
"Although this temple is small, there are still gods. You're crossing the line and didn't pay respects to the local forces. Isn't it a bit..."
The two glanced at each other. The fat man whispered, "A little blind kid. Ignore him. He doesn't know us. Let's take the girl and get out of here quickly!"
The thin man said, "Well, we'll send this 'flower' to the 'treasure ship' and then go to pay our respects to the local forces."
Qiu Yun knew they were trying to escape. He said, "This 'flower' is a really good catch. We've been planning to make a move but never got the chance. You two have taken the advantage. I won't bully you outsiders. Well, give it to me!"
"How much will you pay?"
"Twenty thousand yuan!" Qiu Yun held up two fingers.
The two whispered to each other for a discussion. Qiu Yun said, "At most thirty thousand yuan."
"Okay, we want cash."
Sure enough, these two were after the money. This was their weakness. Qiu Yun said to the fat man, "I'll tell you a number. Call him and he'll transfer the money to you."
"Okay, tell me!" The fat man took out his phone.
"136..."
The fat guy repeated '136...', and Qiu Yun said, "No, it's 136..." deliberately reversing the two digits each time.
The fat guy kept pressing the wrong numbers. It was broad daylight, and he was afraid of being seen by others around. He got a bit anxious, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
At this time, his attention was highly focused on the numbers, and his [b]spiritual aperture[/b] (a concept in traditional Chinese culture related to the mind and perception) had already opened. Qiu Yun walked over and suddenly slapped him on the neck, shouting, "Brother, why aren't you asleep yet?"
The fat guy's eyes stared straight, then he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground...
(Note: The [b]hypnosis[/b] technique used by Qiu Yun has a real prototype, namely the [b]Kiai Hypnosis Method[/b]. First, make the person being hypnotized concentrate their attention, then give a loud shout, and they will instantly enter a hypnotic state. This technique requires a high level of self - confidence and skilled skills.)