Chapter 318: Chapter 318 – My story is simple (Part 1)

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Actually, when Xiang Kun saw the “medical record” that Old Xia had just shown, he felt that compared to the “quagmire” he was in, Old Xia was at most standing in a “small puddle”.

He also understood that the reason Old Xia had taken the initiative to reveal her situation to him was because during the meal, she was affected by “Emotional Assimilation”, and realized that Xiang Kun might be able to make her sense the emotions of ordinary people – something she had always sought.

Moreover, having seen the soft cover book that Old Xia had, and knowing what she had observed and guessed, Xiang Kun decided to tell Old Xia about his own situation and pull her into his “quagmire”.

After all, from a practical point of view, Old Xia had already stepped half a foot “into” it, even if he didn’t say anything, Old Xia would surely continue to explore his situation.

If Xiang Kun merely explained how he became like this now, it would indeed be very simple – he drank alcohol, and woke up this way.

As for how exactly the transformation happened, he hadn’t figured it out himself, so naturally he couldn’t explain it in detail to Old Xia.

So Xiang Kun simply and quickly described how he drank on the evening of July 11, woke up on the morning of July 14, the series of changes in his body thereafter, and his guesses and investigation process about that period of unconsciousness. Perhaps Old Xia could help him trace back this experience from another perspective, to see if he had missed anything.

When Old Xia, who had been listening quietly, heard Xiang Kun mention his body’s change data, she asked, “Do you have recorded data?”

“Yes, if you’re interested, I can show you later,” Xiang Kun replied.

Next, he elaborated on his exploration of the rule of drinking blood, the process of mutation and evolution, and the results of training and guidance to Old Xia, little by little.

When Old Xia heard that Xiang Kun went to the coffee shop to observe others and collect relevant sensory information, attempting to train his own sensory abilities and guide his brain’s thinking pattern, she asked, “On August 19, when I saw you in ‘ManCoffee’, were you doing this training? Observing the people in the café?”

Xiang Kun affirmed, “Yes.”

With his current memory, he naturally remembered that August 19 of last year was the day he went to the local police station to collect the reward, and for the first time observed the various customers in the café, collected and analyzed sensory information. That day, he also saw Old Xia for the first time, but at that time, he didn’t know that Old Xia would be the person he, alongside Nana and Yang Zhen Er, would play “doudizhu” with a few days later. Old Xia didn’t recognize him either. They had discussed the situation on that day before, and back then, Old Xia thought he was a pervert.

“How strong are your senses of hearing, smell, and vision now?” asked Old Xia.

Xiang Kun thought for a moment, pointing to two men walking out of the entrance of the outpatient building in the distance, and said, “The taller man is holding a blood test sheet, wearing a ring on his ring finger, and the ring has no diamond. The shorter one holds a phone, the screen is cracked, and there is a big head sticker of Luffy on the phone case. Oh, Luffy is from ‘One Piece’…oh, you know…

As he spoke, he rolled down the car window, paused for a while, and then said, “The taller man says to the shorter one, ‘There’s nothing wrong, you can rest assured now.’ I can smell the scent of machine oil on them, and see oil stains on the shoes and pants hems of the shorter man. They should be working in a mechanical-related area.”

From their position in the parking lot, a normal person could at most discern that two men were walking out of the hospital outpatient building, maybe distinguish their general movements, but certainly could not see things like test sheets, rings, or oil stains, not to mention hearing their conversation or smelling their scent.

Xia Libing nodded, then pointed in another direction, “Can you see the characters on the billboard on top of that green building?”

Xiang Kun glanced at it and somewhat awkwardly replied, “Painless Abortion, tel 05**-6656****.”

“I understand.” Xia Libing nodded.

“However, my perception abilities, in fact, are no longer limited to vision, smell, and hearing.”

While saying this, Xiang Kun mentioned how he discovered that he could establish a “Super Sensory Contact” with objects. He noticed that while she listened to his narrative, Old Xia was creating a timeline, matching the process and experiences of their acquaintance, and what she had observed, with the development phase of his abilities, so he also proactively mentioned dates:

“On August 22nd, the night we first played Fight the Landlord with you, Nana, and Zhen’er, I had a sudden whim to try training psychokinesis when I got home. However, after one blood-drinking and mutation, even though I didn’t get telekinesis, I did gain the ability of ‘Super-Distance Sensing’ that allows me to perceive the location and direction of certain objects I’ve made a special connection with from afar. I call this connection ‘Super Sensory Contact’.”

At this, Xiang Kun laughed and said, “But now, a few months later, I actually gained telekinesis through a different way.” As he said this, he opened his left hand flat and then sensed three coins, which flew out from Old Xia’s pocket towards his palm.

However, just as the three coins came out of the pocket, Old Xia reached out and caught them in his hand.

Xiang Kun, originally planning to show off a bit, was taken aback and had to change his plan, controlling the coins in his pocket to float above his palm.

While rolling the three coins in one hand, Old Xia eyed the coins hovering over Xiang Kun’s palm thoughtfully, as if trying to understand something.

Xiang Kun originally thought Old Xia would ask him how he did it, but instead Old Xia just watched silently. Xiang Kun could only control the coin to float for a while before putting it back into his pocket, then casually continued speaking.

“The ‘super sensory contact’ I’ve built with objects has undergone significant changes as I’ve evolved. It can do a lot of things. While many factors influenced these changes, before we get to those, let’s first talk about another kind of connection I’ve established with objects- Emotional Infusion…”

Suddenly Old Xia broke in, “Were the things I did in my dreams one of the influencing ‘factors’?”

Xiang Kun paused for a moment, then nodded, “Indeed they were.” He paused then added, “Before last night, I couldn’t ‘co-manifest’ ‘things’, whether it’s a Napoleon cake or crispy pork knuckles. But you did it, and so I did.” Old Xia’s mind was incredibly sharp, immediately pinpointing the key point.

“I understand,” Old Xia nodded, signaling Xiang Kun to continue.

Really?

If it were anyone else, they would surely find things increasingly unreal and unreasonable at this point, with more and more questions. How on earth was she accepting all this so naturally?

Just what did Old Xia understand?

Xiang Kun could only chalk this up to Old Xia’s longstanding observation and analysis of him, along with her connection to his various “emotion infused objects” and “super-connected objects”.

He continued, “We were just talking about the dream you had last night, which was actually caused by the pair of chopsticks I gave you. They are my ’emotion infused’ objects, triggering your dream. To talk about ‘Emotion Infusion,’ I have to mention ‘Emotional Assimilation,’ and as for what ‘Emotional Assimilation’ is, I believe you already experienced it at noon…”

To mention “Emotional Assimilation,” naturally involves discussing the “mental deterrence,” and discussing “mental deterrence,” makes it hard to avoid talking about the Giant Owl.

When Xiang Kun mentioned the encounter with the Giant Owl at midnight, Old Xia started asking detailed questions about the Owl, its appearance and other related descriptions.

After hearing Xiang Kun’s answers, Old Xia could not help but reach for the soft leather notebook that Xiang Kun had been holding on his lap.

Xiang Kun was confused, “What are you doing?”

Old Xia said, “I want to make a note.”

Xiang Kun gripped the notebook, “No recording yet.”

“Oh.” Old Xia didn’t insist, pulling her hand back and gesturing for Xiang Kun to continue.