Under One Person: God Profiler

'Turns out he was an idiot.'

Just as the man was losing interest and preparing to leave, Xia Linyuan's infatuated voice came over.

"You are the Buddha."

The man's body stiffened.

"So it's Asura, hehe... Flowers bloom with two sides... Life is between Buddha and demon... You look quite uncomfortable."

Xia Linyuan was terrified, but his mouth seemed to be unable to stop itself. His eyes were empty as he stared at the person, and tears involuntarily streamed down his face...

Because of the mask worn on the face in front of you.

It was the most magnificent mask he had ever seen. It was also the most complete mask among all living beings he had ever seen, not distorted or chaotic.

His left face was resplendent in gold, radiating compassion and mercy; his right face was blue, fanged, and menacing.

Buddhist prayer beads rested between the eyebrows, while the sharp edge of a knife was drawn on the bridge of the nose.

The two are like the Chu River and Han Border, neatly arranged and orderly...

The man squatted down again, looked at Xia Linyuan who seemed to have been thoroughly messed with, and took out his phone. Two beeps followed by a dial tone: "Old Dou, is our company still hiring?"

"We're hiring. Do you have any suitable candidates?"

"Yes, it's a child. I want him... to come with me."

"I'll follow you!!!"

"Is that okay?"

"Bring that child back, and I'll give you an answer after I've seen him."

"Okay, let me know whether it works or not."

beep

The call is over.

The man took a deep breath and slapped his cheeks a few times.

"Calm down, Xiao Zizai. A single thought of anger can create a million obstacles and demons..."

"Don't get too excited..."

"Treatment takes time..."

.......

Chapter 9 Heart Disease

"You mean they all wear masks on their faces, right?"

"Correct."

"Does everyone have one?"

“Every single one.”

In a dimly lit room, Xia Linyuan sat on an iron chair with an iron ring on his head and a large light bulb on top of the ring. Opposite him was a bald doctor in a white coat and glasses, who was asking Xia Linyuan, "What's the difference between the masks?"

"Color, shape, clarity."

What color am I?

Upon hearing this question, Xia Linyuan raised his eyes and glanced at it, saying, "You have a black mask, with gray outlines at the corners of your eyes and pink outlining your nasolabial folds. Oh, yes, very clear. Not distorted, not ugly."

"Um....."

The doctor took a sip of goji berry tea, glanced at the data on the computer, and fell into thought. After a while, he started typing away.

Just then, an elderly man with very little hair on his head, who looked like a sprouted potato, walked in: "Dr. Hua, can you figure out what's wrong with this child?"

Dr. Hua took another sip of goji berry tea, typing on the keyboard as he spoke: "Based on the information you provided, I can only say that this child is too smart. He was taught using outdated, inefficient methods, which resulted in problems being created from his genius."

Dou Le was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Dr. Hua sighed, leaned back in his chair, glanced at the light bulb above Xia Linyuan's head, and said, "First of all, when he saw the mask, there was no fluctuation of Qi on his body, nor any external interference, so we can rule out magic or things like black magic."

He then took out another X-ray from the bag and placed it on the table. He said, "The neurological X-rays are all normal; it's not a physical illness. The problem must be psychological."

Finally, Dr. Hua opened another window on the computer, displaying some information, and turned the computer towards Dou Le. Dou Le also leaned forward. "According to your information, his grandfather was the 'villain' Xia Huaisang from back then, and Xia Huaisang was an extremely stubborn conservative. In order to teach him acting, he made him observe the actions of the people around him. It's normal to observe the things around you in order to act well."

"However, Xia Huaisang overlooked the fact that this child's observational skills were beyond those of ordinary people. Over time, as he met more and more people, a formula gradually formed in the child's mind."

"He equated what he observed and deduced with the facial makeup of Peking Opera. For example... Lao Dou, what kind of person do you think I am?" Dr. Hua suddenly asked Dou Le.

"Uh... this is something that can be said directly."

Dou chuckled.

Dr. Hua shrugged indifferently: "I know what I look like myself, a stubborn old man with a slightly greedy temper. That's why Xia Linyuan sees me as a mask with black, gray, and pink tones."

"I've also studied Peking Opera a little. Red represents loyalty, purple represents filial piety, black represents righteousness, pink represents old age, white represents treachery, and white represents arrogance. Yellow represents ruthlessness, gray represents greed, blue represents courage, and green represents restlessness. Gods, Buddhas, spirits, and gold and silver represent universal light."

Hearing this, Dou Le understood. It was simply a matter of unconsciously painting a distorted picture of what he observed.

"Old Hua, that distorted mask..."

"Twisted, hehe, Old Dou, this kid sees ordinary people in a distorted way, but he doesn't see us extraordinary people in a distorted way at all. Mortals are weak and suffering, without the tedium and pain of cultivation, they are restless and easily give rise to worldly thoughts, their ideas are complicated, so that's why they have a distorted face."

Dou Le was even more puzzled: "This kid can see so many things just by observing. That's really strange."

"Is it weird?"

A magnetic voice rang out. Xiao Zizai strode over with elegant steps, casually pulled out a chair, and sat down next to Dr. Hua. His fingertips lightly tapped the table: "Actually, it's a very simple matter. People, to a certain extent, can be judged by their appearance..."

"Many truths are hidden in the details of a face, but people tend to perceive a person's appearance holistically and describe it with simple, generalized language. This is why first impressions are often unreliable..."

"A personality trait that leads to anger results in numerous habitual facial expressions... The muscles involved in these expressions, along with the bones, will grow in the corresponding directions due to repeated movements..."

Hearing Xiao Zizai's words, Dr. Hua nodded: "However, this requires extremely keen observation skills to achieve. Xia Linyuan's ability to instantly observe human nature can almost be called a special ability."

"Xia Linyuan, I want to know where you got the idea that I resemble a Buddha."

Xiao Zizai leaned forward, his cold eyes meeting Xia Linyuan's clear, black and white eyes.

However, in Xia Linyuan's eyes, the half-demon, half-Buddha mask was getting closer and closer to him.

"I don't know. I don't know why I'm like this."

Upon hearing this, Xia Linyuan could clearly see Xiao Zizai's demonic face gradually encroaching on the Buddha statue, prompting him to say, "Your demonic face is expanding..."

Xiao Zi was taken aback, then chuckled softly, "So it was through micro-expressions that you could discern emotions..."

Xiao Zizai's laughter made Dou Le and Dr. Hua feel quite uneasy, and they couldn't help but ask, "Zizai, are you alright...? Perhaps we can try to comfort you..."

"Really? Are you sure you want to comfort me?"

Xiao Zizai turned his head slightly, his eyes reflecting the light so the two couldn't see his gaze, and a slightly sickly smile gradually appeared on his lips.

"He's the one who's trying to comfort you, not me."

"What! Old Dou, you shameless bastard..."

The two old men were fighting, which made Xia Linyuan laugh involuntarily. In his eyes, it looked like two masked old men were fighting, and the scene was extremely comical.

Xiao Zizai noticed Xia Linyuan's state, moved his chair closer to Xia Linyuan, and elegantly crossed his legs: "Kid, are you watching the show?"

"Yes, it's a play."

"What show are you going to watch now?"

"The Yellow Eagle Squeezes Its Crotch"

"..." Xiao Zizai fell silent because he didn't understand opera.

Just then, Xia Linyuan, exhausted, rested his head on Xiao Zizai's shoulder. Xiao Zizai stiffened, his breathing quickened, and a smile crept onto his lips. 'Children, the beautiful years of their lives, blossoming youth...'

"Uncle Xiao, your demonic face is corrupting the Buddha statue again..."

Xiao Zizai's breath hitched, and he slapped his face, making a crisp sound: 'Xiao Zizai, you can do it... This is a test for you...'

"Old Dou, can this child come with me?"

Upon hearing this, Dou Le stopped what he was doing, smoothed a few strands of hair on his head, and said, "Aside from his grandfather being a former 'villain' of the Quanxing Gang, this child has no other blemishes. Family members shouldn't be implicated. The company values ​​treating everyone equally. If he works for you... can't you guarantee his safety? You'd be the one in the most danger..."

Xiao Zizai had nothing to say.

"After all, Nadutong is a state-owned enterprise, and it does have places to adopt orphans. I think it's better to send them to the special orphanage for people with supernatural abilities."

Chapter 10 Archives.

"Um, can I not go...?"

"I want to go find my grandfather."

Xia Linyuan spoke weakly at this moment.

Dou Le rubbed his temples and said coldly, "If you can find your grandfather, the company should thank you properly. That old bastard Xia Huaisang is still not honest even when he's on the run. Was the man in the suit found in Guizhou killed by your grandfather?"

“A leopard can’t change its spots. A wicked person is a wicked person. You should be glad that you fell into my hands. If it were anyone else, you would have been sent to the bunker long ago.”

Dr. Hua nudged Dou Le and whispered, "Don't scare the child."