Listening to the crow's screams, Gin felt a little hurt, as if she was stabbed by a needle, sour and swelling.

He felt very annoyed and reached out to pinch his eyebrows.

The idea that I originally wanted to say something about the clear question disappeared.

What is there to say? He is loyal to the organization and naturally does his best to the organization.

Seeing that Gin didn't speak, Mingjue dragged his chin with his eyes and looked up at the crow on the telephone pole.

"Where did this crow fly from?"

After reading the entire collection, he naturally knew that the crow was the clan emblem of Wuwan Lianye and was also a symbol of the black-clothed organization. In addition, the crow also has many metaphors, such as disasters coming and bad things are about to happen.

In short, the image of the Black Organization is basically linked to the Crow.

Gin looked up at the crow, whose dark eyes seemed to be looking at him.

There were many crows in his mind, some flying with their wings, some pecking at the food, some fighting with other birds, and some falling on telecom poles like this. These crows were big and small, each with their own shapes.

Whenever these black crows appear once, the idea of ​​loyalty to the organization becomes even deeper.

He had doubts about the idea of ​​loyalty to the organization several times, but as he saw the crow again, the idea faded.

The word loyalty was re-rooted into his mind.

Mingjue naturally didn't know what Gin had experienced, and he didn't have that careful observation, not to mention that it was so dark and there were only a limited number of things that could be seen.

Gin turned her eyes to Mingjue, "There are many crows in Tokyo."

"I remember your organization is the image of a crow?"

"Where did you know these?" He said nothing to Mingjue. He also asked Vodka, and Vodka had not mentioned the organization to Mingjue.

But after so many years, it is not surprising that Mingjue can obtain organizational information from others.

But he suddenly remembered that Vodka had asked him what was it? The two words seemed to be deliberately diluted by something, and he could not remember them.

"Of course I have my own news channels." Ming Jue certainly wouldn't say that he had read the spoilers, "After saying that he just got the question, you haven't answered me yet?"

"Why are you so loyal to the organization?"

Gin asked, “Just like some people believe in God, does this need a reason?”

It was Mingjue that he said so much. If he wanted to talk to others, he wouldn't bother to reply.

"Uh... I don't have faith, but I think there must be a reason to believe in God, otherwise why not believe in Buddha? Is it okay to believe in Taoist ancestors?"

Gin was speechless for a moment, and Mingjue really didn't know how to tell him how to reply.

However, Ming Jue didn't expect him to reply and said to himself, "I originally wanted to ask if you were hypnotized, but I suddenly felt that my question was a bit stupid. How could a person who was hypnotized realize that he was hypnotized?"

Hypnosis?

Gin suddenly remembered what Vodka asked him about.

That happened shortly after he returned from Mingjue. After completing a week-long mission, both of them were so tired that they sat in the car and didn't want to move.

Vodka looked at him several times, and he was impatient with seeing him and asked him what he wanted to say.

Vodka was a little afraid to ask, but he scolded him a few times before asking.

"Brother, why are we fighting so hard?"

Vodka is puzzled.

They have already had a high status and don’t have to worry about the money they earn in the rest of their lives. They can touch the fish like some guys, distribute the tasks, and just pick some important things, but they are working hard to death.

No matter big or small matters, as long as the boss explains, they do it without saying a word. It can almost be said that they regard the organization as life...

They have no descendants, they make so much money, they don’t spend much money, and their families all die. After their death, all of them will be returned to the organization and become the organization’s working capital.

It's okay that he has some interests and hobbies to adjust his monotonous life, but the elder brother has almost no preferences and rarely has free time.

So, why are they working so hard?

For faith? For a higher status?

But what is the organization worthy of faith? Is that noble goal of eternal youth for immortality? He feels that they will die in the mission sooner or later, and probably will not be old.

When I first entered the organization, I just wanted to make a living. How could I have any lofty ideals? Why did I gradually become a struggle for the organization's lifelong career?

As for a higher status, since the incident with that gentleman, the boss has come back and the only one who is above them is Rum, and the eldest brother is already the third person in the organization.

This status should be enough, right?

Vodka almost said all these words in his heart. Gin didn't say anything, but was silent, and his eyes seemed to have lost focus.

Vodka finally asked, "Brother, do you think we were hypnotized by the organization?"

Gin recalled the scene at that time. What did he say at that time?

He said, "Who knows..."

Later, the car started, and a crow flew through the air and entered the vision of the two. The two of them had forgotten that thought.

He felt his head hurt a little, as if something was going to break free from some kind of restraint, but the crow was like a seal, blocking the door tightly.

Mingjue once saw a saying in a novel that top hypnosis masters can hypnotize people without realizing it and modify the other party's will.

But for the sake of reason, the process of modifying the will will be very long.

This process is gradual, like boiling a frog in warm water, which makes people tamper with their will without realizing it. At the same time, in order to ensure that the tampering content is profound enough, they usually set some kind of hypnotic symbol.

This conformity can be some common object, gesture, sound or something.

Whenever the person being hypnotized sees that symbol, hypnosis will deepen again, and the shaken consciousness will regain its firmness.

This method is very terrifying. Even if the hypnotized person realizes that he has been hypnotized, as long as he sees the hypnotic symbol, he will once again enter the previous state, forget about the hypnotic thing, and repeat it here.

Fortunately, this is just an exaggerated description in the novel, and Ming Jue feels that it is unlikely that such a method should be used in reality.

But here, that's not necessarily the case.

Science can become Kexue.

Originally, Mingjue didn't think of these things, but the crow that appeared made his thoughts start to spread involuntarily.

After all, organizations like this want absolute loyalty to their subordinates, either brainwash them from childhood, hypnotize them, or use drugs to control them.

Or set a noble goal, so noble that everyone can fight for it spontaneously.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to follow.

People's hearts are complicated, and everyone has their own selfish desires. It is too difficult to make people absolutely loyal to an organization.

Ming Jue stretched out his hand, and the crow was caught out of thin air by one hand and fell into his hand.

The crow who felt like she was caught by something flicked her wings in panic and screamed.

Mingjue checked the crow, it was a very ordinary crow, without any special one.

It was not the mechanical bird he imagined, or was controlled.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, Mingjue let go of his hand and the crow flew away quickly. The rattle scream was both scared and panicked, and it disappeared in a short while.

Gin watched him play with the crow, and then let it go, saying nothing.

Mingjue said his thoughts to Gin, who was still silent and silent, but Mingjue knew that he had listened.

Gin cannot be unaware of its abnormality, but it will forget it shortly after every thought that comes up, treats the tissue as life again, and sacrifices its head and blood on it.

"Is there any way you can get rid of this hypnosis?"

Gin asked like the man in front of him.

Although he used to want to kill the man in front of him, he was not allowed to seek help like this man.

This was not difficult for him, and he even asked calmly.

After all, dignity and self-esteem are things that can be abandoned when necessary, and asking for help from this man will not damage your dignity.

"Uh... let me think about it..." Ming Jue scratched his head and began to think seriously, looking a little stupid.

He clearly had a relatively unfathomable image in front of people like Hideichi Akai Belmode Kudo, but in front of Gin, he couldn't pretend that unfathomable feeling.

Perhaps this man pressed him to the ground and beat him up, and almost strangled him to death, so that the other party saw through his essence and could not be as tall as possible.

Mingjue didn't know how to relieve hypnosis? He gave up the novel describing these after reading a little. It was not in line with his appetite. He had never studied this aspect, so there was a ghost if he could tell.

As for using energy, he doesn't know how to use energy to relieve hypnosis! This is not a matter of thought!

Just like sometimes he dreamed that he had a pair of wings, but he didn't know how to manipulate the wings, because he didn't have the organ of wings in his cognition, and manipulating wings was beyond his cognition.

Even operating the wings may be as simple as stretching your arms and touching your fingers.

"Or what if you write a diary? Record your mood every day?" Ming Jue asked tentatively.

Since you will deepen your hypnosis when you see the hypnosis symbol, record your daily thoughts. When you look at the thoughts when you are forgotten, you will remember them again. With this cycle, the effect of hypnosis should gradually weaken.

Although this method is a bit simple, it should be effective.

Gin thought for a while and felt it was feasible.

Seeing that Ginjiu was thinking about something, Mingjue stretched and yawned, "That's all for the old friends meeting, I'll leave first."
To be continued...