In the Bureau's reception hall - this time it's the real meeting room.

Reynolds sat upright, his injured nose bleeding after being sprayed with a quick fix.

An elderly man in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses who looked to be about sixty years old approached, and this person was the lawyer that Renault had hired.

Coming to Renault's side and standing still, he said, "The record has been called, and although you said something unpleasant, you didn't do anything rude to that lady." Her breast tattoo is self-stretched, and it has nothing to do with you. I have filed a complaint with the Investigation Bureau against the use of torture to extract confessions. However, because they belong to the military and have their own system, this matter will probably not be resolved in the end. At most, I guess they'll give you a symbolic verbal apology, pay a little money, and promise not to harass you easily. ”

"It's already good, I know you did your best, thank you so much, Lawyer Conschel." Renault stood up.

Conscher smiled, "You're welcome, you're the smartest suspect I've ever met, and if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have led you out so easily." If you have any trouble in the future, just come to me, and I will give you a 20% discount. ”

"Thank you so much for that." Renault reached out and shook the old lawyer's hand.

"Now I'll send you out." The old lawyer said.

The two of them walked to the door of the Investigation Bureau together, talking and laughing all the way.

Out of the door of the Investigation Bureau, just a few steps out.

A man suddenly rushed out of the Bureau of Investigation and shouted, "Jonny Reno! ”

When he looked back, he saw Russell Hill standing behind him.

He stared at Renault and said word by word: "This matter is not over yet, I will continue to dig!" If you are a murderer, I will never let you go! ”

Renault shrugged: "Whatever you want." ”

Turn away.

Breaking up with the old lawyer, Renaud walked alone to the sanatorium.

It was not close to travel from the Bureau of Investigation to the sanatorium, which was not close to most of the city, but Renault still planned to walk back, taking in the scenery along the way, and it was important to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his head.

Yes.

At this moment, Renault's mood is also up and down.

Only he knew what had happened with the female investigator earlier.

At that time, he was indeed deliberately provoking the female investigator, and when he saw the frenulum looming behind the female investigator, he couldn't help but have a thought in his head that if only he could break the strap.

Originally, it was just a thought, but at the moment when the thought was generated, he felt an inexplicable power beside him.

It was a feeling that could not be expressed in words, as if the mind had a touch and the consciousness had a perception.

The mind touches the world and brings back feelings that are incredibly real.

When Renault's gaze rested on the female investigator's back, he could even feel the warmth and slippery pasture.

His heart drifted and wandered behind the female investigator, who was twisted and uneasy, giving him a more realistic feedback.

Renault was shocked, and finally he hadn't forgotten his purpose. He focused on the thin ribbon and fantasized about pulling it apart. So under the action of that invisible tentacle, the ribbon began to elongate, deform, and break......

The moment the ribbon broke, a picture flashed through Renault's mind:

A teacup falls from the tabletop.

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Without a car, Renault decided to walk back. All the way down New Darwin City Central Boulevard, he went all the way.

The sky is full of flying cars whistling to and fro, the empty ground is sparsely populated with few people walking, and the scattered shops are even more crowded.

The development of science and technology is a process of development from the ground to the sky, from low to high. The business model has long been rid of the past business model based on ground shops, and has begun to develop in the direction of three-dimensional, liberalization and complete privatization.

The sky is full of suspended buildings, each of which is a private company or shop. They can be wait-and-see, or they can come to their homes/services. It can be produced intensively in large quantities, or it can be tailor-made and specially customized. They are shining beautiful neon in the sky, forming a beautiful landscape, providing everything that only you can't think of, without which they can't do it.

In this case, the once noisy road surface becomes depressed, deserted, and gloomy.

The ground became a symbol of the slums, who lived at the lowest level of society, full of muddy water, uncleaned garbage, and the smell of rancid mildew, which contrasted with the glorious beauty of the sky.

Sometimes Renault wonders why there are still such slums on most planets – under the new federal government's welfare system, even the lowest poor can get a house, but there are always some who can't get it for some reason.

An old man in tattered clothes is rummaging through the garbage heap with his tattered robot dog on a trail for food. He pulled out a piece of cake from a delicate box that had been flattened and put it in his mouth greedily, while looking at Renault warily, as if to prevent him from stealing his own food.

Renault walked by in oblivion, his mind still resting on the great shock of what had happened before.

Could it be that he really has some kind of mind control ability?

Like the gods?

But how do you own it? When did you have it?

Was what just happened a coincidence, an illusion or a reality?

Renault did not know and could not understand.

His gaze swept across the wide streets, stopping at the pile of shredded paper not far away.

In the era when information has been quantized, the information medium of paper has not disappeared, but has been increasing in use.

Scraps of paper fell all over the sky.

Renault looked at the confetti, his gaze focused on one of the blue scrap papers.

He tried to control the paper to fly.

No matter how hard Renault tried, the blue waste paper was also motionless.

His eyes were slightly swollen, and Renault rubbed them.

He remembered how he had felt when he had looked at the female investigator earlier, and when he saw the female investigator's full breasts, a hint of longing occasionally appeared in his heart.

"It's the power of the heart." Renault suddenly muttered to himself.

As if remembering something, he looked back at the scrap of paper.

This time he no longer stared at the waste paper, but felt and touched it with his heart.

Then he noticed that everything around him seemed to have changed.

There was an invisible force escaping from his body, like his tentacles, through which Renault could even feel the presence of air.

Feel the feeling of touching the air!

It's like touching the softest silk cotton in the world.

The power continued to reach forward, to the waste paper. It soothed and gently rolled, and Renault saw that the waste paper was slowly flying.

A gust of wind blew, hula, rolled up a large amount of confetti, and fluttered in the air.

But there is such a one, but it follows the will of man, not the control of the wind, and carries heavy loads and floats in the air.

It turns to the left, then to the right, spins towards the sky, and then hovers and flies to the ground.

Wandering in the confetti is like an elf dancing in the air.

Wind stops.

The scrap of paper slid to the ground in the residual air fluctuations, and the blue waste paper flew down with the scrap of paper, flying low in the air, like a blue glider, swooping over, and continuing to glide as it landed on the ground, until it reached Renault's feet.

Renault looked at the waste paper under his feet motionlessly.

He bent down, picked up the piece of paper, pinched it a few times, folded it into a paper airplane, and threw it into the air.

Paper airplanes flew and flew and flew in the air, and kept circling......

Retracting the power of the mind, the paper airplane fell upside down.

Looking at this scene, Renault took a long breath.

I really did it!

Control matter with your mind!

It's incredible!

What is this ability? How many things can it do? How long can I have this ability? Could this ability be used at the cost of life or something? How did you get it? Genetic mutation or something else? Could it all be just a dream?

A barrage of questions emerged, but Renault couldn't answer any of them except the last one - he slapped himself hard to make sure it wasn't a dream.

But in any case, even if there is a little worry about the unknown and possible danger, this ability to fall from the sky still excites Renault.

He began to test his abilities.

So as he walked all the way, all kinds of strange things began to happen in the alley.

The garbage cans on the side of the road will fall down inexplicably; The tattered signs hanging on the walls will suddenly fall; A falling and burned flying car will suddenly snap on its stomach, as if something heavy had been smashed on it; A lone sapling bent down the tree, as if a soldier was saluting the king......

Renault tried with great interest, but soon he felt a deep fatigue.

This fatigue came from his mental level, which made him feel a little drowsy, his vision blurred, and the sky darkened.

"Hell, I knew it wasn't that good." Renault muttered.

He stopped, leaned his hand against the wall, and shook his head to clear his head.

At this moment, a person happened to walk across from him, wearing a black trench coat and a retro top hat.

Seeing Renault, he walked over and said, "Hey, are you okay?" ”

"Oh, I'm fine." Renault replied: "I think I'm just a little dizzy for the time being, but I'll be fine soon...... I guess so. ”

Renault muttered, and honestly he wasn't sure if the mental distress was temporary or permanent.

"Maybe you need my help." The man in the black trench coat walked over and reached out to help him.

"No, I don't have to." Renault waved his hand and refused.

But just as he shook his hand, the man in black suddenly struck out and punched him in the abdomen.