Chapter 356: Laying Contingencies, Removing Hidden Dangers
"That's not right, I was in contact with her for a long time, how could I not know her name?"
Xia Shang frowned, and quickly realized that the memory he had tampered with was related to her. He immediately looked at his arm, because the memory of the engraving had not been erased or modified.
On the raised surface of his skin, a neat name was visible: [Cate].
The moment he saw the name, Xia Shang suddenly lifted the tampered memory like a light veil, and the real memory reappeared.
"As expected, without leaving a contingency, I wouldn't even realize which memories have been modified and overwritten."
Xia Shang had a bit of a headache. Was the direction of fabricating a memory space wrong? He decided to try again, but this time, he left a secret door in the tampered memory. To put it simply, it was equivalent to replacing memory with a dream. Therefore, as long as he recognized that he wasn't in the dream, he could wake up.
"Cate." This experiment was quite successful. Xia Shang instantly destroyed the dream and returned to reality.
The contingency he had laid down was related to the seven hearts in his body. Only when the seven hearts beat at a specific frequency would it indicate that he had escaped the dream and returned to reality.
Following this line of thought, Xia Shang then set up three more contingencies: name, racial discrimination, and not being in a dream himself.
The name is easy to explain. As long as he heard or saw the name Mr. Jervis anywhere, including in a dream, the dream would quickly collapse, provided he was in the dream; otherwise, it would be ineffective. As for racial discrimination, he wouldn't be racially discriminatory in a dream, so as long as he realized this point, he would understand that he was still in the dream.
Finally, there was the matter of him not being in a dream himself. The principle was basically the same as the first two. After all, he couldn't completely modify his own memory. Therefore, this was inherently a pseudo-concept. As soon as this thought emerged, his modified memory would completely collapse.
However, overall, the latter three were not very useful. The most effective method was the heart's beating.
Because the heart's beating is an instinctive reaction, as long as he ensured his heart beat at a specific frequency before constructing the memory space, he would immediately realize that he was in reality and not in a dream.
"Two different systems, one is real memory, and one is a fabricated dream. This way, all hidden dangers can be perfectly avoided."
Xia Shang murmured softly.
At this moment, the interview On Stage had begun.
"Marie Moreau, what was your mindset when you stepped in to stop Golden Boy? As far as I know, you're just a freshman. Were you deliberately trying to steal the limelight and accidentally stopped Golden Boy?" Courtenay knew that the show's explosive points were equivalent to ratings, so as soon as she opened her mouth, she threw out a trap-like question.
"I... I didn't think too much at the time. I just didn't want anyone to get injured," Marie Moreau said haltingly, nervously clutching the corner of her clothes.
"Very good. I believe all Superheroes possess this spirit, the spirit of not fearing danger and bravely taking action."
Courtenay's praise slightly eased Marie Moreau's expression.
"Next is the second question." As if seeing Marie Moreau's nervousness and awkwardness, Courtenay smiled reassuringly, "Don't be nervous, your answer was great. Just keep saying what you think."
"Okay." Marie Moreau nodded seriously.
"The second question..." Halfway through her sentence, Courtenay actually started licking the microphone in her hand, and she licked it with relish.
"What the f*ck?"
Principal Brink, who was watching the interview live, was completely dumbfounded. Immediately after, realizing that a sudden incident had occurred, he quickly shouted towards the Staff in the Backstage: "Shit! Turn off that damn equipment! F*cking Courtenay, I'm going to kill you!" The white-haired Principal Brink, at this moment, no longer cared about his usual composure and immediately roared loudly: "Quickly drag that crazy Woman off the Stage! This person is definitely on drugs!"
As his words fell, several Staff members rushed On Stage, attempting to pull Courtenay off. But Courtenay was still entranced, licking the microphone in her hand. Her actions and demeanor even caused some kind of physiological reaction in the Staff.
It wasn't until they dragged Courtenay away by her legs, pulling her off by force, that everyone along the way looked at Courtenay, who was constantly sticking out her tongue, with shocked stares.
"This person's career is over."
Cate revealed a satisfied smile.
"Well done." Cate used her superpower to also vent some anger for Xia Shang. He had seen opportunists, but he had never seen a Woman as shameless as Courtenay.
...
On the other side, somewhere in an underground Passage in New York.
Hughie, who had escaped the Police's pursuit, lay exhaustedly on a slightly old sofa, watching the television.
"Gotta say, where did you get this kind of sofa? It's really comfortable to lie on."
"Picked it up from a garbage heap, it's not like anyone wanted it anyway," Billy said casually, smoking a cigarette.
"F*ck you!" Hughie sprang up like a spring, "That's murder! I demand to go to the Hospital for a check-up. Seriously, I suddenly feel a bit itchy on my back, do I have eczema?"
"Anyway, I don't have money to pay for your medical expenses."
Billy wasn't going to indulge the overly sensitive Hughie. In his opinion, it was good enough that Hughie had a sofa to lie on. With the failure of this mission, he wasn't in the mood to think about resting at all.
"Shit."
Hughie patted his butt, complaining about non-existent dirt, "I think I just saw The Female, as long as my forearm. Did it undergo mutation? The environment here is too bad."
"It was clearly a cockroach." To gradually dispel the haze of failure, Mother's Milk, who was usually more serious, also made a joke.
"Why don't you guys move to my place? At least compared to here, it's more like a place where people live," Hughie said, stepping on a dried, blackened banana peel. Unable to bear the foul smell, he continued to complain.
"I have a big color television there, and an extremely soft sofa..."
"And porn DVDs," Billy added with a mischievous smile.
"What?" Starlight immediately looked at Hughie, a questioning look in her eyes.
"Don't listen to Billy talking nonsense. My place is very healthy, there are no discs at all. Compared to here, my place is simply Heaven where God lives."
Hughie quickly explained, afraid of being misunderstood by Starlight.
"Right, what should we do about Homelander next, Billy? Do you have a plan? Anyway, Mr. Jervis is definitely not an option."
(end of chapter )