Chapter 238 Paranoid Personality Disorder

People always spend their whole life missing their hometown.

When Ning Zhe was a child, he would write down the author's homesickness when he encountered a reading comprehension question he didn't know, and his score was shockingly high. Many times, he couldn't help but wonder why so many great poets, writers, and literary giants were like children who had not grown up, and they all looked at paper and pen with melancholy and homesickness?

The boomerang he threw in his childhood hit his current self, and he also missed home.

This is obviously Taoyuan City. Ning Zhe has been studying and growing up here since he was a child. The land of his hometown is right under his feet, but he still can't help wanting to go home.

It was not until now that Ning Zhe finally understood the sentences he saw in the reading questions in elementary school. The so-called hometown is not a house to live in, nor is it a stamped property certificate. Hometown is a spiritual home for people to return to their roots. It is a sentence that can be calmly said no matter where you go: where I come from, where I am from.

Perhaps people who are in their hometown cannot experience the pain of homesickness, just like adolescent boys and girls do not know how to cherish the preciousness of youth.

People cannot have youth and the feeling of youth at the same time, but they will miss their hometown when standing on the land of their hometown.

After getting the death certificates for his grandparents and booking the service dates at the funeral home and crematorium, Ning Zhe returned to his new home in Jiangcheng Junjing Community with some indescribable emotions.

"I'm not in a good state right now. This is not a good sign."

Ning Zhe handed a cigarette to the security guard at the door and walked into the gate of the community. He felt a little worried and didn't even hear what the security guard behind him said to him.

"After controlling Jue Yuan, my emotions seem to have become more sensitive. Or to put it another way, Jue Yuan will make the Ascendant who controls him more extreme, more paranoid, and more easily provoked..."

An idea, when extremely biased to a certain degree, becomes a stamp of thought.

Walking into the lobby on the first floor, Ning Zhe pressed the button for the 18th floor and stood at the door waiting for the elevator. He reviewed the process of controlling Jue Yuan in his mind:

After stealing Yu Ziqian's self-awareness, Ning Zhe obtained all his memories and learned how Yu Ziqian had controlled Jue Yuan - he used Jue Yuan's rules and stamped Jue Yuan with the thought "I am Yu Ziqian".

Once an idea is stamped, it cannot be erased or covered. Two conflicting ideas will only drive God crazy, and no one will benefit.

In other words, Yu Ziqian has actually blocked the way for all those who come after him. Ning Zhe can no longer control Jue Yuan by stamping him with the ideological stamp of "I am Ning Zhe".

But relying on Taiyi's rules, Ning Zhe was able to find another way. He stole the complete identity of Yu Ziqian, deceived Jue Yuan, stamped Jue Yuan with the idea that 'Ning Zhe is Yu Ziqian', and used Yu Ziqian's identity to control him.

Later, he used Yu Ziqian's identity to look through the almanac and used Taiyi's rules to transfer the punishment of the death taboo to Jue Yuan. This was just a means to make him collapse back into the body of the ascended person from the macroscopic expanded state.

"Jue Yuan will make people's thoughts become paranoid, and paranoia will eventually transform into a mental stamp."

"So the Ascendant who controls the Awakening must always maintain a calm and indifferent mood. Once there are strong emotional fluctuations or paranoid thoughts, it is easy to inadvertently stamp yourself with a mental stamp."

Ding - the elevator has arrived.

Ning Zhe walked into the elevator expressionlessly, his thoughts gradually coming into order:

"Every person who controls Jueyuan is a potential patient with paranoid personality disorder." It's just that Yu Ziqian himself is a bohemian person, who does things carelessly, has frequent mood swings, and is very stubborn. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to go against his entire family and start a rock band after graduating from university.

So during the short time that Yu Ziqian controlled Jue Yuan, he was unable to detect the influence of Jue Yuan on himself. But when it came to Ning Zhe, the situation was different.

Yes, according to Yu Ziqian’s own memory, he had actually only been controlling Jue Yuan for very short time.

Ning Zhe's temperament is made of water. Most of the time, his emotions are as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Occasionally, one or two stones will splash into it, causing ripples, but they will soon calm down.

On a water surface as calm as a mirror, any tiny fluctuation is extremely conspicuous, so Ning Zhe immediately realized Jue Yuan's interference with him.

"This defect can be considered big or small, depending on how the user measures it."

Ning Zhe looked at the constantly changing numbers at the top of the elevator. As he thought about it, he gradually gained some understanding.

"The worst result is that you lose control of your emotions and are imprinted with two conflicting ideas in your excitement. For example, you believe that water is poisonous while also believing that water is the source of life, which ultimately drives you crazy."

"The best situation is to be able to completely and perfectly control your thoughts and emotions at all times, without the slightest impulse or emotion, and to be as rational and indifferent as an AI program... If you can achieve this level, you can use Jue Yuan with almost no side effects."

can i do it?
Probably not.

The elevator door opened, Ning Zhe walked out of the elevator, and thought of a worse possibility:

"There is also a most terrifying situation. If, during contact with ghosts or ascended beings, I draw a wrong conclusion based on wrong information. Then, due to Jue Yuan's influence, I believe in this conclusion very much. Even though I know I might be wrong, I still stubbornly insist on moving forward on the wrong path..."

That would be tantamount to suicide.

No wonder when Yu Ziqian was hunting them in Taoyuan City, he always gave Ning Zhe a subtle feeling of recklessness. Could a person who had been in the circle of ascenders for five years be so impatient?
Will not.

It was Jue Yuan who made him become like this, it was Jue Yuan who ruined him.

"The road to advancement is really... difficult."

This was the second time Ning Zhe had sighed like this. As strong as Fen Wu was, he was still suffering from the torture of being haunted by evil spirits. Yu Ziqian was killed by his own paranoia and impulsiveness. As for himself, even though Taiyi's defects had been made up for, Jueyuan's defects followed, leaving him no room to breathe.

Every step on the road to upgrading is cautious and treading on thin ice.

When he got back home, Ning Zhe opened the door with his fingerprint and walked into the living room. A slightly sweet breeze blew in his face. He looked inside and saw a woman in a white tank top and pink shorts lying on the sofa. The big TV on the wall was playing the animated theatrical version of "Natsume's Book of Friends". Her two long snow-white legs were dangling leisurely, and a pair of pink flip-flops were hanging on her feet.

"Xia Yubing?" Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing in my house?"

(End of this chapter)

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