Chapter 338 Coffee Fortune TellerSeeing that Dingjunshan's wounds were almost healed, Yangguang retracted his ability and slowly observed that his lips were a little pale.
"Is it a bit strenuous?"
Yangguang responded softly, "If you use too much strength all of a sudden, you'll feel a little tired. Just slow down a bit."
"I haven't had much opportunity to use this ability before. Helping him heal his injuries is the most powerful time I've used it."
Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Ranran knew that the problem should not be serious.
"No chance to display your abilities? When you were in the bureau, didn't you serve as a member of the logistics and medical team?"
Yangguang shook his head. "The Terror Cave is too scary. Not many people can survive from it. To tell you a hell of a joke, there are probably more people like me who have awakened healing abilities than those who have survived the Terror Cave..."
"It's like the war is so brutal that there are more medics than soldiers."
Dingjunshan listened in silence for a long time.
Not wanting to make the atmosphere dull, Yangguang added, "And even if those lucky survivors who got out of the horror cave need treatment, they don't need the same treatment as mine."
"I see." Ran Ran couldn't help but think of Qing Tong and Mo Tong in her mind, "There is nothing that needs to be healed physically. What the survivors need is spiritual healing."
"It just so happens that people with psychic abilities are very rare."
When this was mentioned, Shen Dinghai couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it possible to awaken through potions? Why is it so rare?"
Dingjunshan glanced at him and decided not to hide it.
"The trade-off with the milder potion from the non-adjustment bureau is that the awakening rate is much lower than the original potion, and it's hard to even reach 1%."
Shen Dinghai drooped his brows in disappointment after hearing this. He had planned to ask his father to give each member of his family a non-adjustment version of the potion to inject after he got out of the cave. But the success rate was so...
Really blind.
Ran Ran said calmly: "For safety, it is understandable. After all, the original intention of the establishment of the Non-Investigation Bureau is to save everyone."
"We must not deviate from our original intentions because of potions and people with special abilities."
Dingjunshan looked at Ranran with even more approval.
"One percent is just the success rate of general potion injections, such as my recovery ability and sunlight healing. The success rate of other rare abilities is even lower, not to mention the super rare psychic abilities."
Shen Dinghai curled his lips, "I really don't understand. The success rate of the medicine is so low, why can't it be promoted universally? Anyway, only one in a hundred people will succeed. With this probability... it shouldn't be difficult for the Non-Investigation Bureau to control these one in a hundred people..."
"We should consider the long-term and short-term concerns. We must have considered the non-adjustment bureau." Ran Ran said calmly: "The 1% success rate is the current success rate. No one can be sure what will happen in the future. The same is true for the mortality rate..."
"Can a potion that is so mild that it is almost incapable of killing people be guaranteed to have no side effects?"
After being refuted by Ranran again, Shen Dinghai shut his mouth in grievance.
After gaining a general understanding of the Awakener's plan, Ranran began to inquire about the situation when Dingjun Mountain acted alone.
Concern is one thing, but the most important thing is of course to ask if any clues have been found. Ranran told Dingjunshan about the special features of the Luo family and asked him to recall it carefully.
"No, because I wanted to shake off the enemy, I ran all over the street, but I didn't find any special existence like the Luo family."
"I made quite a commotion while running for my life, but I didn't trigger a [special plot] like you did."
Shen Dinghai tried hard to join the discussion. Although he now looked down on people who gained abilities through connections, mainly Yangguang, he did not want to be excluded by Ranran.
"I think it makes perfect sense. We already knew before we entered the Terror Cave that it doesn't cover a large area, so the level isn't very high. In a script-killing scenario, it's a small-scale scenario with a small number of participants."
He spread his hands and said, "The plot of a small book is not too complicated."
Ran Ran agreed with this statement and explained everything vividly, "So the main plot of the story revolves around the Luo family. Do you agree with this statement?"
Dingjunshan and Yangguang both nodded.
The direction of the investigation became clearer and clearer, and Ran Ran showed a genuine smile on her face. At least in this horror cave, she really knew how to play. "A story centered around the Luo family, but it covers an entire street. The clue must not only exist in the Luo family's world."
"Next, we can try to find out more information about the Luo family from other people on the street."
Ran Ran said calmly: "You must pay attention to your own personality in this process, remember."
After a quick cleanup at Dingjun Mountain, he quickly followed Ranran and the others to the coffee shop to get information, which was considered an effort to keep up with the team.
As soon as Ranran walked out of the bathroom, she ran into the smiling barista.
"You and your companion's coffee is ready. I was just about to come find you."
"Very good." Ran Ran walked out without stopping, "Please help me bring it to the table over there."
Turning the corner of the corridor, the panoramic view of the cafe appeared in front of Ranran. Night had fallen, but the cafe was still crowded.
"Business is good. I've come to the right place."
On this street, what better place to get news than a cafe.
The only empty table in the room was already filled with coffee, and Ranran winked at everyone.
"Coffee, news."
The three of them nodded in unison. This was even better. They had even secured the sales of their coffee. The barista probably wouldn't be able to cause them any trouble because of this.
Ran Ran held a cup of mellow latte and walked calmly to a table full of people.
There were four people at the table, all staring blankly ahead, but Ranran's arrival was like a mechanism that set them in motion.
The man who looked the oldest said to Ran Ran expressionlessly, "No room."
Ran Ran blinked her eyes. "I'm so small, how can I take up any seat? Besides, I don't like to sit, I like to stand!"
The remaining three men looked at Ranran with sick eyes, but Ranran seemed unaware and was still cheerful.
"I know what you're thinking. You're standing in a cafe instead of sitting down when there are seats there. You're crazy. But I really didn't come here for no reason."
"I do this out of admiration for the four of you."
Ran Ran's words made the four of them pause in their movements.
"You probably don't know yet?" Ran Ran said mysteriously, "You have a very special temperament in this high-end coffee shop~"
"Let me tell you the truth!"
"You four are all outstanding people. You look so gentle, calm, relaxed, and energetic sitting here, looking relaxed and at ease!"
"It makes me feel refreshed, happy and relaxed!"
The four people were stunned when they heard this. The man in the lead couldn't help but ask, "What on earth do you do?"
Ran Ran patted his chest and said, "Can't you tell from my appearance?"
The four of them shook their heads, and Ran Ran exclaimed, "It's so obvious, how could you not see it? I'm a fortune teller!"
"A fortune teller?! He doesn't look like one at all!"
Ran Ran shook her head when she heard this, "Gentlemen, please don't be too concerned about appearances. It's not good to judge people by their appearance."
"Do you think fortune tellers should wear small black glasses on their noses, grow a mustache, and shake their heads and mutter to themselves when they speak?"
"Is not it?"
Ran Ran snorted coldly, "In ancient times, there were mystics who dipped their wine in order to determine people's fortunes, and begged for money to calculate people's calamities. I, the evil boy, am a seeker of the new era!"
"I'm the coffee fortune teller!"
