Chapter 1778

At this moment, all the voices are far away from Shinai.

Poetry is only feel the world as if only their own general, dead staring at the things in front of the eyes, pupil in the violent vibration.

I saw a gun lying in the box in front of Shinai.

Yes.

There was a gun lying in the box.

Of course, it's not a real gun, it's just a model gun.

However, it is this model gun that makes Shinai's whole body temperature begin to lose.

The gun, for poetry, is still a very familiar existence.

It's a 13.700mm long sniper. It's 13.7mm long. It's a heavy shot.

Poetry is the favorite sniper gun -- "PGM · ultima ratio Hecate II".

Can see in the real world own game love gun, generally speaking, should be very happy.

However, the poem only felt that the whole body began to get cold, and her feet gradually lost their strength. The sense of balance was slowly leaving her, and the surrounding scenes also lost color. Finally, with the acceleration of the heart beat, even tinnitus began to appear.

Vaguely, poetry seems to be able to smell the smell of rusty steel, pungent gunpowder and lingering smell of blood.

Immediately, a face appeared in front of Shinai, protruding his eyes. There was a blood hole in the center of his eyebrow. The blood flowed out there and dyed the face red.

And that face is still facing the poem is trance, dejected and ferocious smile.

Poetry will never forget that face.

For that is the face of the robber who was shot on the spot by the poem.

"Ah..."

the poem can not help but send out a sad cry.

If you can, Shi is eager to turn around and run away on the spot.

However, the poem, which had lost all its strength, could not stand up from the seat, and even had no strength to look away from it. Looking at the model gun in front of him, his heart beat faster and faster, and his whole body became colder and colder. In the end, even the vision in front of him became dim.

Just when the poem is about to lose consciousness and scream...

"don't panic, calm down."

Like an invisible deity, a voice with incomparable calm and incredible power penetrated into Shinai's mind.

“————！”

Poetry is a breath stagnation, as if not under their own control in general, a clear in front of her eyes, so that she recovered her vision.

The poem can see this when he recovers his vision.

Luo Zhen, sitting in front of himself, is looking at himself.

Eyes, inexplicable look in the pan moving.

"Take the gun up."

Luo Zhen looks at Shi Nai and spits out such words.

(no!)

The poem wants to shout like this.

However, Shinai's body is out of control at all. He slowly reaches out his hand and picks up the model gun in front of him.

The cold and heavy sense of touch passed from the palm to the shoulder, and then from the shoulder to the whole body, so that Shinai's stomach began to twitch, and a strong sense of vomiting suddenly came to my heart.

If it was not for the inexplicable consciousness, the poet was sure that he must have fainted on the ground and was sent to the hospital.

But today, poetry is destined to have a new life.

Such symptoms will be the last time they have.

"Listen to me."

Under such circumstances, Luo Zhen spoke to the poem.

"If you can touch a gun in the game without causing post-traumatic stress syndrome, it proves that some part of your heart has always been resisting the pain of the past."

"Although in the game, because the reappearance of the five senses can not reach 100% of the relationship, the feeling of touching a gun is slightly different from that in reality, but it is only a little bit, not complete."

"And you can freely control all kinds of powerful guns in the game, but also as a cold and merciless sniper, which is enough to show that your heart has a real strong side."

"Some people have different personalities in reality and in games, but that's just the environmental impact. It's not that the personalities in reality and in games are completely different. It's just that under the environmental factors, everyone chooses to show a different side."

"Whether it's in reality or in the game, you're still you, not two completely different people. The only thing players can bring into the imaginary world is soul."

With that, Luo Zhen stretched out his hand toward Shinai, spread out his palm, and placed it in front of Shinai, so that his vision was covered by his whole palm.

"Now, it's up to me to bring out the strong side of your heart, so that you can return to your original self and completely overcome this boring weakness."At the end of the speech, Luo Zhen's voice seemed to be coming from the distant horizon, and it was introduced into the poetry Naier.

"- - Nanwu sadoran · sanxusanboduo · qusulan · tannephew · he · zhelizhunli · zhuntisasaha --"

as if it had been passed from a dream, a section of the mantra that made people feel calm slowly began to ring.

At this moment, Luo Zhen's chanting is the mantra of Pu'an master, which is the mantra of Qingxin Pu'an.

Qingxin Pu'an mantra, also known as Qingxin mantra, is the only mantra created by posterity in addition to the ancient Buddhist scriptures. It is a kind of mantra that works on the spiritual and spiritual level. It is profound in reading and without any hypocrisy and artifice.

The essence of this kind of mantra is to cultivate one's moral character. Even if it is often chanted by ordinary people, it can sublimate the state of mind and spirit and reach another realm over time.

Luo Zhen once calculated that if someone chants the heart clearing mantra a thousand times a day, after 30 years, it will naturally reach the state of "heart and eye", which can be compared with the existence of eminent monks and saints.

Now, Luo Zhen sings this mantra by using incantation, which will thoroughly purify and sublimate the heart of the listener.

If Xinchuan brothers hear this mantra here, maybe their mental problems will be eliminated in an instant, and their mentality will return to normal.

As for Shinai, listening to such incantations, the panic and fear in my heart disappeared little by little.

Unconsciously, the poem is actually immersed in, like roaming in the invisible spiritual ocean, feeling incomparably happy.

When the poem came back to God, I didn't know how long it had passed, and Luo Zhen had disappeared.

"I..."

this is when the poem wakes up and is shocked.

Because, she found that she was holding the model gun of heikati, but there was no sign of mental illness.

At this moment, the poem is a complete awakening, has been tormenting her mental illness, as if never existed, disappeared.

"Luo Zhen!"

Shi Nai immediately stood up and looked for Luo Zhen's figure with some excitement.

But Luo Zhen is no longer there. There is only a post it note placed on the desk, with the font printed in Shinai's eyes.

"The model gun has been given to you. I hope you will be healthy and strong forever."

Looking at such a message, the poem is holding the model gun in his arms for a long time without words.

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