John on the side frowned.
"Don't worry."
But Lynn gently raised his hand, signaling John not to move.
Next.
Under Mesmer's surprised eyes, Lynn took a step forward and really walked over.
He even walked directly to a place less than half a meter away from Mesmer and stopped.
Mesmer raised his head and looked at the man so close to him, and his confidence instantly swelled to the extreme.
He made the right bet.
It is impossible for Lynn not to know what his Superpower is.
With the slightest skin contact, you can read the deepest memories and secrets in other people's brains and then delete or modify them.
Lynn knew this risk, but still approached him unprepared.
What does this mean?
This shows that his value in the eyes of Lynn far outweighs the risk of his privacy being spied on.
I will never die.
With this death-free gold medal, the flesh on Mesmer's face stretched slightly.
He was not in a hurry to negotiate any transaction terms, nor did he reach out to touch Lynn.
Mesmer just stared at Lynn's face with complicated eyes.
"Lynn Director."
Mesmer sighed,
"Although we have never met in real life before today."
He paused and looked at Lynn's still calm eyes.
"But you have always been a knot in my heart since I was six years old."
Mesmer's voice seemed a little erratic in the cold wind of the ruins.
"You are also the person I have been longing to meet for so many years."
Hearing these words, Lynn's original eyes of Gujing Wubo finally flashed a trace of real surprise.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at the fat man in front of him again.
Heart knot?
Someone you long to meet?
Am I so important to him???
Lynn quickly went through the memories of this show in his previous life in his mind, and sorted out all the experiences he had since coming to this world.
No.
There is no intersection at all.
In his impression, Mesmer was just a person who grew up in Red River Orphanage, but was later crushed by life and turned into a cannon fodder character who could betray anyone for money.
Except for the passers-by who passed each other at Vought Tower back then, there was no way I could compete with this fat man.
But now, this mind-reader with a bloody face swore that he was the obsession he had buried in his heart since he was six years old.
Lynn looked at Mesmer's face that didn't look fake, and frowned little by little.
The cold wind on the ruins stirred up a cloud of dust.
Mesmer sat slumped in the mud, looked up at Lynn, and said with a smile:
"Before the so-called New Vanguard Camp was established, Edgar actually started experimenting long ago."
Mesmer took a deep breath, looked past Lynn, and glanced at the blond young man standing next to him.
"He is a madman. He saw you using that false fatherly love to forcefully tame this invincible monster into an obedient dog. He was so jealous that he wanted to replicate your success."
"He needs a guinea pig."
"I was the first batch. They pulled me out of that hell of Red River Orphanage and told me that someone was willing to adopt me."
He suddenly laughed, and the laughter was worse than crying. It touched the wounds on his face and spilled a few drops of blood.
"You don't know how happy I was at that time. I thought I finally had a family and finally didn't have to be beaten and hungry every day. Edgar found me a pair of parents, a psychiatrist, and a priest."
Mesmer's breathing began to become rapid, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"They seem so perfect on the surface, buying me new clothes, smiling at me, and preparing sumptuous dinners, but..."
He suddenly hugged his arms tightly.
"But once I touch them, I can see all the images in their heads."
The fat man's voice lowered, his tone full of disgust.
"That doctor is calculating how much bonus he can get from me every night, and that priest... every time he touches my head, all he thinks about are disgusting images. He even wants to do something to me..."
Halfway through his words, Mesmer shuddered violently.
He shut his mouth tightly, not wanting to say even half a word.
The ruins were quiet for a few seconds.
John listened expressionlessly. He had heard too many similar stories.
Mesmer When he raised his head again, the cowardice in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and instead, darkness and madness suddenly emerged.
"Later, I heard your name from the children who went to Long Island. Even the cruel woman Neuman said in private that you were a good person."
He gritted his teeth, his facial features were twisted together, and his eyes were fixed on Lynn.
"Good people? There are no good people in this world! Only I know best, you are all the same type of people!"
Mesmer grabbed the gravel on the ground with both hands, straightened up his upper body suddenly, and let out a hysterical roar at Lynn.
"You condescending bastards just like to use mentally retarded children like us as tools! You use charity in exchange for loyalty to satisfy your own selfish desires!"
"Lynn! Same for you!"
He completely fell into madness and yelled at the Black-Haired Man in front of him.
"I don't believe you would be nice to Homelander for no reason! You are just taking advantage of him! What is hidden under your gentle face is definitely a plan even more dirty than Edgar!"
The moment the roar fell, Mesmer moved.
Without any warning, this seemingly clumsy fat man burst out with an astonishing speed.
He lunged forward suddenly, stretched out his hand covered in mud, water and blood, and grabbed Lynn's wrist hanging by his side.
He wants to read all of this man's memories.
He wanted to personally tear off this layer of hypocritical human skin and see the truest and ugliest thoughts in Lynn's mind.
The fat man rushed over with the sound of wind.
His palm, stained with muddy water, went straight to grab Lynn's wrist.
Before he could touch the edge of his clothes, a red light shot through the air.
sneer.
A burning smell suddenly burst into the air.
The hand Mesmer stretched out was carbonized on the spot in the radiation.
"Ah--!"
The shrill screams tore through the silence of the ruins.
Mesmer was hit heavily in the muddy water, rolling around crazily holding the blackened wrist.
His facial features were completely distorted in pain, and his face was covered with tears and snot.