Atlas of Heaven and Man

Chen Chuan calmly glanced at "Second Me," and as expected, the blurred image appeared, even more pronounced than yesterday.

He remembered the reminder in the information: absolutely do not look at the front of that figure, so his gaze did not shift towards it, but remained on the screen.

However, the stimulation of the aberrant organization could not be ignored at this moment. In order to prevent it from growing wildly, he had to continue to guide it with breathing techniques.

Ignoring those unpredictable additional damages, this influence was actually much greater than the effect of drug penetration.

He completely ignored the external interference, concentrating on doing his own thing, just like during training, because he still had the defense line of Second Me. As long as Second Me still existed, then he didn't need to worry about other things.

Time passed slowly, and at a certain moment, he suddenly noticed that the blurring of Second Me had disappeared all at once. He took a breath and waited for a while, then slowly turned his head to look to the side, and saw that the seat was empty, with nothing there.

He slightly adjusted his breathing, stood up, walked out of the seat, and after leaving the corridor, asked the assistant waiting there to say hello to Manager Huang, saying that he would come again tomorrow, and then left directly.

Outside, because it was still early morning, the sky was still gray. After getting into the car that the cinema sent to take him back, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He reached out and touched his body, and found that some places on his clothes were out of thread. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but looking at it in the light, it seemed that there was a little fading. He was also thoughtful.

The information that Cheng Zitong gave him did not mention that the position of that figure would change, and naturally there was no explanation or response method for this situation.

Now what he was considering was, what caused this? Was it because he guided the aberrant organization?

This was not impossible. To say that the only thing he did was this. Thinking about it, no one had tried this before, but this was what he had to do. It was impossible for him to let the aberrant organization grow arbitrarily, and he had to restrain it.

He thought again, it takes three days to eliminate this urban legend. It was only the second day, and it had moved to his side. Then he had to think about what kind of situation would appear on the third day? Would it overlap with himself? Or go somewhere else?

If so, how should he respond?

Chen Chuan said: "Teacher, there is indeed a question. The thing is like this." He roughly said what happened to him a few hours ago.

After Cheng Zitong listened, he thought for a while and said, "It's not convenient to talk about this on the phone. Don't worry, I'll come to you at noon and think of a way for you."

Chen Chuan said "Okay" and hung up the phone.

He wasn't affected by anything, and continued his daily training. When it was noon, Cheng Zitong came over and said to him: "Let's go, let's eat first and talk while eating."

Chen Chuan knew that he had a lot of things to do recently and was short on time, so he needed to use the meal time. So he followed Cheng Zitong's footsteps. The two came to the teacher's private room in the cafeteria, sat down and ordered food. Cheng Zitong asked some more details, thought about it, and then said:

"I haven't heard of the position changing before. Your situation is quite unique, but it may indeed be related to your guiding the aberrant organization.

Judging from past records, whether in ancient books of the old era or modern records, the most likely to see urban legends are us fighters. There seems to be a natural attraction between the two.

Of course, ordinary people either don't survive seeing urban legends, or they don't leave their names if they are lucky enough to survive, so you can't use this to make wild judgments. Looking at your problem now, you feel that the figure may move again next time, and even come to your own position?"

Chen Chuan said: "The student has indeed envisioned this result."

Cheng Zitong said: "Here is the simplest way to deal with it, which is to directly abandon the commission. Because urban legends like the Phantom of the Cinema are fixed in a certain area. As long as you leave there, there will basically be no danger. At most, some people may get sick or have a period of mental unwellness."

"Teacher, if the student chooses to retreat, then this urban legend will always exist there, right?"

"Yes, and it may be more dangerous than before."

Chen Chuan raised his head and said: "Then the student is not prepared to give up. Please ask the teacher, is there any other way?"

Cheng Zitong smiled and said: "I knew you wouldn't. Actually, the simplest way is to close your eyes, because the most taboo thing here is to see the face of the urban legend. Avoiding this can avoid most of the danger, but considering the special situation, it is indeed not stable enough. There is something that can help you."

He reached out and took the briefcase, took out an ancient mirror from it that was covered in rust and almost invisible on the surface, and said: "This thing is also a relic after dealing with a certain urban legend. You bring this over tonight and put it in the row behind you. Remember, it must be facing the row behind you."

Chen Chuan took it and said: "Teacher, is that all I need to do?"

Cheng Zitong said, "This is all it takes. Although the teacher hasn't encountered your situation, he has studied strange tales for so many years and has a few ways to deal with them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let you take on the commission.

But you must know that it's hard to say that there will be absolutely no problems with this kind of thing, nor is it that there are no other solutions. You can pay attention to it yourself. Strange tales are extremely harmful to ordinary people, often costing them their lives, while we martial artists have relatively better endurance. The one in front of you is not the most dangerous, so the teacher believes you can handle it well."

Chen Chuan nodded, "Thank you, teacher."

Cheng Zitong smiled and said, "Let's eat first."

After Chen Chuan had eaten here, he returned to his dormitory and once again devoted himself to training.

At six o'clock in the evening, after preparing himself, he took his satchel, held his knife, and went out.

The cinema's car arrived on time and took him to Lanxiang Cinema. Now he was familiar with the road. He greeted Manager Huang's assistant and went directly to that seat.

Once there, he first took off his satchel and hung it outside the door. Then, he took out the mirror from inside, walked to the middle of the seat, opened the wooden support behind the mirror frame, and placed it squarely on the back seat.

After doing all this, he came to the front and sat down, starting to watch the movie.

This place is indeed worthy of being the largest cinema in Chengnan. It has a lot of film sources, and today it has brought out many movies that he has not seen. This time, it is showing foreign movies, which allows him to get a glimpse of the customs of other parts of the world.

As the movie played, the time gradually approached midnight.

This time, he didn't wear a watch and couldn't accurately observe the time, so he just waited silently.

It seemed like a long time later, very abruptly, the big screen flickered. He seemed to feel a chill. Almost at the same time, the virtualization signs on his second self suddenly appeared.

However, he didn't see that figure, and it didn't seem to be in the seat next to him. If the ancient mirror worked, that strange tale should be sitting behind him now.

Chen Chuan looked at his second self. The virtualization signs there had exceeded the scope of the potion's effect. Even without using the Breath Regulation Technique, he could feel that the alienated tissue had become unusually active. Under this strong stimulation, it was driving the alienated tissue to continue to grow and spread, even more intensely than last time.

He was somewhat mentally prepared for this, so he closed his eyes and used Professor He Xiaoxing's breathing method to guide it, preventing it from expanding rampantly.

In this process, he also found that the virtualization signs not only did not weaken, but were gradually deepening. This sign indicated that the strange tale seemed to be gradually approaching him, and might even eventually overlap with him. But he remained unmoved, wholeheartedly immersed in the guidance.

It continued for a long time. At the instant when the time reached four in the morning, extremely abruptly, whether it was the virtualization signs on his body or the chill, all the abnormalities suddenly disappeared. Whether it was a coincidence or a malfunction, the movie being played on the big screen also came to an abrupt end.

Chen Chuan waited for a while before slowly opening his eyes. He stood up, reached out and groped on the seat next to him, found the flashlight placed there, turned it on, shook it twice, first walked out, came to the back row, and put away the ancient mirror.

But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly realized something. He shined the flashlight again, reached out and groped, and took out an old, dusty photo from the gap between the backrest and the cushion.

He shined the flashlight on it again. The photo was about two inches in size. Inside, it seemed to be a woman. Because the photo was old and yellowed, her face was not very clear. He could only vaguely see her slender figure, with thin hair tied up and hanging down to her ankles. She seemed to be wearing an old opera costume.

He thought for a while, first put this thing away, walked out from inside, and said something to Manager Huang's assistant. The latter hurriedly ran out. Not long after, Manager Huang ran over panting. He wiped the sweat with a handkerchief and said expectantly, "Mr. Chen?"

Chen Chuan said to him, "Manager Huang, the matter has been resolved."

Manager Huang was overjoyed. He stepped forward and shook his hand continuously, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, thank you, Mr. Chen. You have done us a great favor."

Chen Chuan said, "Manager Huang is too polite. I came here to deal with this matter."

"Still have to thank you. We had found many people before, but either they declined to come, or they had no solution. It's still Mr. Chen. As expected of an expert, this one move solved a big problem."

Manager Huang was full of gratitude, "From now on, Mr. Chen will be a VIP of our Lanxiang Cinema. As long as Mr. Chen comes, we will definitely treat you with all our heart."

At this time, Chen Chuan thought for a while, took out the old photo he had obtained, and showed it to him, "Manager Huang, I have a question to ask. Can you recognize the person in this photo?"

Manager Huang leaned over to take a look and shook his head. However, he seemed to have remembered something and said, "Mr. Chen, wait a moment. Perhaps someone recognizes her, but can I borrow the photo?"

"Yes."

Chen Chuan handed over the photo.

Manager Huang asked the assistant to take good care of Chen Chuan here, and he ran out with the photo. After waiting for about ten minutes, he ran back panting and said after he had evened out his breath, "Mr. Chen, I have asked. The person in this photo is wearing the old opera costume of the theater. She should be a past opera troupe actress."

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