Crazy Psychologist

"[Planet Girl] has its own image in the mind of every reader. Dr. Mu must have also imagined what Planet Girl looks like. Just like the story of Cthulhu was later co-created by many fans, many readers have created There is also a section on the official forum of "Mechanical Boy" for readers to upload their own [Planet Girl]. At last year's science fiction conference, some readers asked Seven, as an artist, you must have considered [ Planet Girl] this character.

Seven did not answer directly at the time. "Mechanical Boy" itself is not difficult to draw. There are many details in the novel, and cyberpunk is very distinctive in details. It grasps the overall tone and is not much different. But [Planet Girl] is difficult. Not to mention the difficulty of consensus, for a character that is particularly popular in the minds of readers, it is difficult for anyone to create a work that satisfies everyone. For Seven, if he continues to draw "Mechanical Boy", he must face this problem.

It can be said that asking such a question at a conference is not only what fans want to know, but it is also very pointed for the artist.

But Seven said that he was not worried, he was not worried at all, he said that he knew what [Planet Girl] was. "

Muchun nodded, "But this is not [Planet Girl]. Ding Jiajun directly combined Al and Planet Girl. No, it should be said that he created [Eternal Man] faster than the author."

"Yes, that's it - [The Eternal Man]. The fans exploded."

Liu covered his mouth lightly. He had been excited all morning and was still excited now.

Not only were the fans exploding and the publisher going crazy, but even Ding Jiajun himself was inexplicably disturbed by numerous calls and messages and had to shut down his phone.

Among these calls, Ding Jiajun only called Zhang Yang back.

Zhang Yang invited Ding Jiajun to sit in the studio. Ding Jiajun took the portrait he painted, bought a bottle of wine and flowers, and walked into the studio.

"Teacher." Ding Jiajun stood respectfully at the door of the studio and shouted.

"Hey, come in and sit down."

Zhang Yang stood up to greet him, but Ding Jiajun shook his head.

From a public perspective, Ding Jiajun is more energetic than the last time he came to school, and his complexion is much better than before.

"Today is Anne's memorial day. So I wanted to go to her work and see her."

Ding Jiajun's thinking was very clear, and there was not much sadness in his words. He was calm as if Annie had been away for many, many years.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Zhang Yang took off his work clothes, put on his glasses, and walked to the gallery with Ding Jiajun.

The two walked in tandem, barely speaking. On the way, they met some students and non-school students visiting the gallery. When they saw Ding Jiajun, someone whispered, "Isn't that the late Ding Jiajun?"

The voice was very low, but the gallery was too quiet. The sound waves of such a sentence spread quickly, and everyone looked at Ding Jiajun quietly.

In front of the sculpture completed by Ding Jiajun and Liu Zhi, there are many flowers and peripheral dolls of "Mechanical Boy". Al, with light brown hair, is placed in the middle, surrounded by jokes and various versions of "Mechanical Boy" card.

"It turns out so many people know about you."

Zhang Yang doesn't go to Weibo on weekdays, so naturally he doesn't know that Ding Jiajun is already a dead person on his Weibo.

Seeing so many gifts in front of Ding Jiajun's works, Zhang Yang realized that something was a little weird.

Soft sunlight shines through two oval windows at the top of the gallery onto copper-colored sculptures, a long pipe, and a conical spinning top.

A particle suspended between the two.

Ding Jiajun looked at his sculpture in silence, and Zhang Yang stayed with him. A student came over and asked quietly, "Excuse me, is this Teacher Seven?"

The students' voices were full of unconfidence and a hint of panic.

Seeing that Ding Jiajun didn't answer, Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Yes, senior Seven who graduated in the 19th class, you should learn from him."

"Seven? It's really Seven."

After hearing Zhang Yang's answer, the student yelled crazily, "Oh my god, isn't Seven dead? There is still his portrait on Weibo today."

"How are you talking? Seven is standing here, how can you say he is dead?"

For a moment, all the students on the second floor of the gallery quietly approached Seven. Some secretly took photos, while others looked carefully.

Everyone whispered and looked at Weibo again and again, because the portrait was too lifelike, and these students were originally majors in art schools, so naturally they would not admit their mistakes.

Half an hour later, Ding Jiajun became even more popular and became a hot search topic.

After Liu Dandan left, Muchun watched Xiao Xigua's updates for a while. Unexpectedly, Xiao Xigua also said that he saw a super magical painting, and Ding Jiajun suddenly became a big star.

Mu Chun was extremely uneasy after reading the news, and felt pain in his chest. Fortunately, there were no patients in the afternoon, otherwise Mu Chun really didn't know whether he would be able to take care of her.

Is there something wrong with your body?

Muchun tried jogging on the treadmill, but it was no use. He was still restless, so he tried two sets of ballet exercises taught by Lin Xiaogang on the ground, but it still had no effect.

Suddenly, he had a terrible premonition. This premonition had happened before, a few days before Li Nan attempted suicide. At that time, he only had a vague worry. Now this worry has turned into a sharp sword, and it seems that he is working together. The word crossed Muchun's head.

Muchun thought that this sudden discomfort might be related to the reason why he fell ill before. What was it specifically?

At this time, the picture in his mind jumped out again.

[Number of equipment: 1]

[Number of props: 2]

[Stamina value: 0.90]

[Intelligence value: 260]

[Talent: Memory Gaze/Crisis Warning]

[System mission: Save 1000000000 people]

[Task progress: 19/1000000000 people]

[Task time: 3554 days]

It seems that there is no change, except that the talent value has an additional [Crisis Warning]. What talent is this? Muchun knew that the talent of [Memory Gaze] would be triggered when rescuing a patient in an emergency, and he could not activate the [Memory Gaze] function at any time to explore the patient's past and current situation.

So what's going on with this [crisis warning]? Muchun looked at the picture again and finally managed to keep the picture in the brain imaging area.

Sure enough, this system has just left the factory and is still in the testing stage, right? The [intelligence value] is still going down? And there is no [Friendly Reminder] or NPC coming out to explain?

Wait a moment? Muchun realized that he was right. Like the [Intelligence], the [Physical Strength] was also reduced. Could it be that in the past ten years, I have become more and more stupid, my health has become worse and worse, and I have finally died?

Tsk tsk tsk!