socalfunplaces Chapter 53 It's All Him
Chapter 53 It's All Him
Before Lu Mingfei could even be shocked by his own childish and sentimental remarks, a familiar fluctuation came, and a spiritual force was spontaneously resisted by his Dharma body.
"Your tricks are useless to me. Your illusions can't pull me in directly right now."
Lu Mingfei said coldly, looking towards the hotel entrance.
"Come out, Lu Mingze?"
Just as he spoke, familiar domain fluctuations spread around him, and time once again stood still at this moment. Neither the indifferent girl nor the long legs with bloodline enhancements could resist the constraints of time.
"Brother, you're really different now."
Outside the hotel room, a boy who identified himself as Lu Mingze opened the door, walked in with a helpless expression, and sat down on the sofa under Lu Mingfei's gaze.
Lu Mingze's voice carried a faint hint of resentment, as if he were a concubine who had fallen out of favor, "Now I can't even find you a quiet place to have a heart-to-heart talk."
Lu Mingfei ignored the resentment in the boy's words and simply said coldly:
"Showing up uninvited like this isn't exactly a reassuring thing. Do you think you're some kind of old man in a ring? What are you trying to do?"
"What can I do?" Lu Mingze spread his hands. "I'm a genuinely good person. I'm just here to remind you, brother."
As he spoke, he raised his finger and gently tapped his forehead.
Those black eyes suddenly turned golden, their color slightly dimmer than that of the wine-wearing Mai, yet their oppressive aura was more than a hundred times stronger.
"I just wanted to make my brother realize that something was wrong."
Lu Mingze snapped his fingers lightly.
The original hotel living room disappeared, and the surrounding scenery began to change and recombine—not the illusion itself, but a visual rewriting.
The dark blue walls and the pale white lights illuminated the cold operating table in the center of the room.
Lu Mingfei remained seated on the sofa, as if he were watching a movie in a theater, but this was not a theater, and the screen was not a single image.
The scene was so realistic that it was as if Lu Mingfei himself was there.
Next to the operating table stood rows of rusty iron racks piled high with dusty glass medicine bottles.
Even under the pale white light, he could still see the yellow rust spots covering the cast iron operating table.
His nose told him—it was blood.
Those are rust spots formed from blood that has accumulated over the years and has nowhere to be wiped away, after it has dried and oxidized!
The scene didn't feel like an operating room to Lu Mingfei at all; it was more like a black market clinic selling human bodies, a meat processing plant!
Besides the cast iron operating table, what is even more eye-catching is a recliner in the dark, on which lies a pale figure wrapped in layers of clothing.
"What is that?" Just looking at the clothes made him feel a little depressed. He was afraid that if he wore those clothes, he wouldn't be able to move at all.
"That's a straitjacket," Lu Mingze explained. "It's made of tough white linen, and the whole outfit has more than a dozen leather straps. Once the straps are fastened, the person wearing it can only lie stiffly, like a pupa trapped in a cocoon."
"Who is that person inside...?"
"That's a good question, but the mystery is only interesting when you solve it yourself, isn't it?" Lu Mingze said, snapping his fingers again.
The scene changes again.
It was still the same dark blue room, but the yellow rust on the cast iron operating table had disappeared—as if time had been forcibly reversed to an earlier point in time.
At this moment, a body is bound to the operating table, eyes closed, and completely unconscious. Several 'doctors' dressed in dark green surgical gowns surround the body, working on the exposed brain.
Lu Mingfei's expression suddenly changed.
By the slender silhouette, he recognized at a glance the figure that had been tightly bound to the recliner. Now free from the restraints, the child's face was fully exposed to the cold light of the operating lamp.
That was a face that was all too familiar to him.
It was him!
A bone-chilling cold enveloped him, a chill that emanated from the depths of his soul and seemed capable of freezing everything.
"Did you see that, brother?"
Lu Mingze walked to the operating table. The movements of those people seemed to be paused, and the scene suddenly stopped. He pointed to the face on the bed and spoke in a voice devoid of emotion.
"This is... our shared past."
As soon as Lu Mingze finished speaking, more vague images began to appear around Lu Mingfei.
In the brightly lit auditorium, countless young men and women dressed in gorgeous costumes pressed girls onto the carpet to the accompaniment of cheerful waltz music, while boys pushed open the metal door and walked in.
In the flames of the explosion, the girl narrowly escaped the rocket. Her body was reduced to a mangled mess of flesh and blood by the blast, and the boy picked her up.
Amidst the blanket of white snow, countless fighter jets and missiles filled the sky. In front of the missiles, air currents carried out white skeletal wings, and the boy, with his arms outstretched, resembled Jesus nailed to the cross.
Countless images flashed through his mind, as if he had become another person, walking alongside that blonde girl, stepping on railway sleepers through the snow-covered landscape...
Finally, the image freezes on an apocalyptic explosion before abruptly ending.
This is more than just a visual.
Hearing, touch, smell... all the details of his senses bombarded him as if he were experiencing them firsthand.
It was a torrent powerful enough to push an ordinary person's mind to the brink of collapse—if it were an ordinary person, their memory and cognition would probably have crumbled and become abnormal under such an impact.
But those present in these countless images are not ordinary people.
For Lu Mingfei, who was seeking the Dharma, these images and sensory details, which were a torrent to ordinary people, were merely a gentle breeze to him.
But what moved him was not the vast expanse of images, but the moment it appeared.
Memories brought to mind by supernatural powers surfaced in my mind.
just now,
Stimulated by Lu Mingze before him, his supernatural power activated on its own. The flames split into countless tiny fire lines, connecting his body to the unknown void. A memory surged into his mind.
It was at a highly anticipated ball. A girl with long, light blonde hair wore a silver dress inlaid with crystals. Her skin was so white it was almost translucent. She danced with him in silver high heels. Unlike the girl's skillful dancing, his technique was clumsy and immature.
A complete dance novice.
When the music ended, the two should have stopped dancing. All the other girls stopped, but the girl didn't. She pressed her fingers against Lu Mingfei's palm and started spinning rapidly.
She staked her superb dancing skills and commanding presence on the gambling table, drawing all eyes to her.
And this is as if it's for... his face.
................
He now feels like the computer in an internet cafe, used only by the network administrator.
Just as data permissions were gathered behind him by a simple data cable, Lu Mingfei could sense the countless "him" connected by those fire lines behind them.
That's him, all of it is him, yet it's not him...