Deceitful Game

Chapter 165 Professor Hannibal?

Chapter 165 Professor Hannibal?

When the thought crossed her mind, Mingpo paused for a moment.

It wasn't that I started to doubt myself —

Instead, Mingpo more keenly realized something—why was he suddenly able to think so clearly?

Mingper is good at psychology, but he doesn't like to analyze himself.

If you constantly dissect your own mind and dissect your emotional shell, you are likely to amplify those subtle and sensitive emotional fluctuations, repeatedly interpret your own behavior, and try to extract your subconscious—which will increase anxiety and exacerbate internal friction.

Mingpo has always been someone who dislikes internal strife.

Don't do things you don't like, and don't think about things you don't want to think about.

But now, his thinking has become more acute, especially regarding the parts of his memory that he doesn't want to touch, the parts of his "self" that he doesn't want to delve into—and even the parts of himself that he fears. He has ruthlessly cut himself off from those parts.

That's just a form of self-punishment.

It won't make you healthier or more determined; it's just cutting yourself with a knife. It will only make you more miserable and confused—and won't solve any problems.

This is psychology.

Although Mingpo was not a psychology major, he knew that psychology could not solve practical problems.

It's more like an anesthetic, aiding in the healing of psychological problems and alleviating emotional pain. It's also like a cold medicine, primarily used to prevent the situation from worsening, ensuring the person doesn't die first, and then waiting for the body to heal itself.

For this reason, therapists themselves also need to receive supervision.

Because you can't heal yourself.

—But now, Mingpo feels a strange pleasure from this self-analysis and self-judgment.

It's somewhat similar to the feeling of "a child fantasizing about dying, and the parents feeling deep regret." Logically speaking, this is actually an early sign of depression, mainly because the sense of self-worth is below a critical threshold and the ability to obtain pleasure is weak, making it impossible to derive enough happiness from normal behavior.

Therefore, they may try to alleviate their sense of powerlessness through self-punishment, escape their fear by "disappearing," gain a sense of security by ending their "anxiety," and satisfy their sense of being ignored by punishing others.

The fact that this emotion has been separated from reality undoubtedly proves that Mingpo is more sensitive than usual at this moment.

If I had to pinpoint the difference between myself and my past self, it would probably be the new title I've been given.

"The Silence of the Lambs"

Mingpo murmured softly.

What does this title mean?

He felt the title sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place it.

Gao Fan looked over with some surprise: "Do you want to see a movie?"

Is it a movie?

Mingpo blinked, then calmly asked, "Do you have any here?"

"Yes, I have."

"I think so."

Ai Shiping, who had been listening quietly with his arms crossed for a long time, simply shook his head: "You'd be more like saying Aper wants to eat people."

He was unusually quiet.

Looking at Mingpo, there was an undisguised worry in his eyes.

Mingpo glanced at him and guessed what Ai Shiping was thinking.

He was worried about himself.

It seemed that from Mingpo's unusual behavior and abnormal anxiety, one could sense a kind of unease, like "smoky smoke".

—Smoked?

Mingpo paused for a moment.

In that instant, he tasted the aroma of smoked ham in his mouth.

Recalling Ai Shiping's words about "cannibalism," Mingpo suddenly remembered a memory and vaguely realized the meaning of "the silence of the lambs"—

Professor Hannibal?

The moment he realized this, Mingpo clenched his fist.

Something's not right.

His memory gaps remained unresolved—and he himself was unaware of this. Or rather, he had somehow forgotten about it.

When he first entered the game "Death of the Minority," Mingpo couldn't remember anything, and his arrogant behavior made him seem like a villain. But the more "familiar things" he saw, the more memories he recalled.

Now, he has almost forgotten that he once lost his memory and thinks he has found all of his past.

"I really need to watch the movie."

Mingpo said to Ai Shiping and the others, nodding apologetically, "You two decide when to play a game."

"Then I'll wait for you to come out."

Seemingly sensing that Mingpo's sanity had recovered somewhat, Ai Shiping yawned and became somewhat listless: "I'm going to take a nap and rest—Amber, when are you going to sleep? Are you planning to exhaust me? Even if a Deceiver doesn't need to sleep, you can't keep playing games non-stop."

"You've only been a Deceiver for about three or four days, right? You've already played five games! That's more than one game a day! I'm so tired!"

"really."

Gao Fan nodded and advised, "I usually only start playing the game after I've adjusted my state of mind."

Even during my busiest "rental" periods, I only played one game every two days—if I got too tired, my performance would suffer. That's why there are so many ways for charlatans to entertain themselves. Why don't you—take a break too?

"No need."

Mingpo didn't explain the existence of the "countdown," but simply shook his head firmly and said, "I'll watch a movie, and then I'll participate in the promotion ceremony."

"Ah, then I'll go rest."

As he spoke, Ai Shiping snapped his fingers and laughed, "When you come out, I'll take the brothers to crush some noobs."

He now has a considerable degree of confidence, and it is clear that his cultivation at the "Brotherhood Realm" has become stable.

Until the next major incident occurs, it is highly unlikely that they will fall back to the "father-son relationship" in the short term.

"Then I—"

Gao Fan was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll go for a promotion too."

Upon hearing this, both Mingpo and Ai Shiping looked at him in surprise.

Ai Shiping had originally planned to turn back and leave, but now he felt rooted to the spot again.

"No, Xiao Fan—you don't have to follow our pace."

Ai Shiping was the first to offer advice: "We're all getting promoted, I'm not forcing you to do anything. We're all friends—friendship doesn't have to be about being useful, right?"

"really."

Mingpo nodded, offering a rare word of comfort: "Even if you spend your whole life in the Pseudo-Gold of the Sun, we will never abandon you."

After all, Gao Fan was Mingpo's second friend.

He cherished his friends quite a bit—someone as shameless as Ai Shiping might occasionally kick him while he was down, but someone like Gao Fan, who was always cautious and prone to depression from time to time, was very gentle, except for the period when they first met when Mingpo liked to put pressure on him.

They all knew that Gao Fan was timid; they also knew that he disliked deceitful games and hated intense competition and killing each other.

"I just feel—we can't go on like this anymore."

Gao Fan said earnestly, "My father gave me a reminder."

"Although I don't intend to go to any noble bloodlines," they might still come looking for me. "Deceitful people are a resource, even a treasure"—I've deliberately ignored this in the past, but it won't change because of it.

"You can certainly protect me and help me—but only I can truly protect myself."

"I don't want to be someone who holds you back, I don't want to always be the one being led—I want to help you too!"

Upon hearing this, Mingpo and Ai Shiping remained silent for a while.

Mingpo nodded slowly: "Okay."

He didn't say much, just patted Gao Fan on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Keep it up, brother. We'll be waiting for you to come back."

Ai Shiping just smiled lightly and didn't offer any further advice. He simply put his arm around Gao Fan's other shoulder and said, "Buddy, when you return safely—don't leave all the brothers locked up in your base."

Gao Fan didn't laugh upon hearing this, but nodded slowly and earnestly: "Of course."

He looked at Mingpo and suddenly said, "How about we go into the game at the same time and see who comes out first?"

"Okay."

Mingpo raised an eyebrow.

It's not about points, it's just about time. That way, even someone weaker than Gao Fan could have a chance to win.

That's what makes taking a gamble worthwhile.

Mingpo's lips curled into a wild grin: "Then—how about we bet on something?"

"How about I bet you'll be my brother?" Gao Fan was unusually assertive.

""

--good!"

Mingpo spoke up without hesitation, saying, "It's a deal!"