The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 188 - 152 I Really Just Want to Make Money

Chapter 188: Chapter 152 I Really Just Want to Make Money

"What exactly did you do?" Fox tried several times to control his right leg, but just as Jiang Shu had said.

The right leg was disabled.

He couldn’t feel his right leg at all.

Devil Wind helped Fox up, while he just blankly thought to himself.

Localized muscle group disability—it was just a second level of hypnosis, but if it was to the extent of completely not feeling the entire thigh...

For Fox, this was profoundly terrifying.

He began to think, trying to pinpoint when Jiang Shu started to lead him into a hypnotic state and when he gradually deepened the level of hypnosis.

From the first moment he saw Jiang Shu, recalling back to the recent disappearance of the poker card, Fox’s brain began to race, going over every word and action Jiang Shu made.

But to his despair, he couldn’t understand at all how Jiang Shu had done it.

From Jiang Shu’s words and actions, if he absolutely had to regard those seemingly pretentious actions as hypnotic tactics, then there was no doubt that he was a poor hypnotist.

The methods were not clever, inefficient, and dull.

Yet, they had taken him directly to the sixth level of hypnosis.

Why...

Why?

Why can a hypnotist completely ignore the principles of hypnosis to hypnotize him?

Unless Jiang Shu saw more than him, saw more of the mysteries about the human brain, but could that really be?

Or perhaps, after completing the hypnosis on him, Jiang Shu altered or deleted his memory?

But if that was the case...

"Devil Wind, do you remember?" Fox suddenly turned to look at Devil Wind.

He wasn’t clear, but Devil Wind could understand what he meant.

If Fox truly had lost memories due to hypnosis, Devil Wind should have noticed.

Yet, Devil Wind simply shook his head, "I didn’t see that poker card either, my memory doesn’t have any issues either."

Fox’s expression turned even uglier.

Right, Devil Wind also saw the disappearance of the poker card, he was hypnotized too.

And Devil Wind’s memory matched his own, both of them had their memories altered, and since the altered memories were identical, neither harbored any suspicions.

This situation was nearly impossible, due to individual differences, and because both he and Devil Wind were extremely mentally resilient.

At this time, in a corner unseen by Devil Wind, Xiao Yi had been revived by Ding’s skilled resuscitation breaths.

Uh, actually, it was just given some electricity.

After booting up, the first thing Xiao Yi did was transfer the Derivative Entry·Three Noes Hypnosis to Xiao Bing, and then...

"So now, Devil Wind, you too," Jiang Shu saw the gesture that Xiao Bing gave him, and he smiled, his eyes slightly narrowing, the corners revealing a dangerous glint.

The next second, Devil Wind too couldn’t feel the existence of his right leg, but he wasn’t Fox. His response was quick. A long rod immediately extended from the mechanical prosthetic in his right hand, stabilizing his body.

Devil Wind managed to stabilize himself, and naturally, Fox could stabilize too, so neither fell down, and it didn’t seem too awkward.

But Fox obviously didn’t have the luxury to care whether his image was too awkward. The situation confirmed his speculation.

Clearly, Devil Wind was also hypnotized, entering the same sixth level of hypnosis.

It was completely unimaginable.

"So, please make the third choice." Jiang Shu pushed the handgun to Fox.

Fox picked up the gun, looking at Jiang Shu, Jiang’s face still wore a mild smile, but now that smile seemed ever so ironic to him.

Turning his head, holding the gun, lining up the shot straight at the possibly existent mirror wall, Fox pulled the trigger.

Jiang Shu watched Fox’s hands, which were white, but had calluses on several spots.

Those few spots...

Could verify one thing, that this guy had done manual labor, those were calluses commonly seen on an auto repair worker’s hands.

"Bang bang bang—" A series of gunshots.

In Fox’s vision, the mirror wall in front of him shattered, but behind the mirror wall, there was nothing. No person, no thing, just a ridiculous clown drawn on the snow-white wall with a red crayon.

The red JOKER laughed heartily, seemingly mocking Fox who was still confused up to now.

Fox didn’t shoot anymore. He knew shooting was no use now, perhaps the game had declared his defeat from the start.

He was no longer certain about the reality of what he saw or touched, and he no longer cared if there was someone behind the mirror wall.

No, that’s not right.

"Not right," Fox slightly shook his head, which was lowered, pondering deeply.

When he looked up again, his eyes had brightened considerably, his voice regaining Calm, "You didn’t hypnotize me, no one knows hypnosis better than me."

"I never said I hypnotized you," Jiang Shu was still smiling, pointing to the empty space behind the mirror wall, "And in this game, you have already lost."

Fox just stared deeply at him, without saying a word.

Devil Wind moved forward slightly, positioning half his body in front of Fox.

"What a pity." Jiang Shu’s lips moved slightly, the sound emerging from between them barely audible, as he put away the red JOKER card.

"Boom—" The conference hall door was violently broken down, over ten mechanical disciples burst in, surrounding Fox and Devil Wind.