If you don't want treatment, get out! This doctor has a terrible temper.

Chapter 199 The Philosopher's Daily Life of Bricklaying and the City's Passionate Love

Since that "trial operation", Renxin Resort has become a huge hit.

It's ridiculously popular.

In Changxiang City, wealthy people no longer greet each other with "Have you eaten?" or "Where are you going to make your fortune?" but instead lower their voices and ask, "Do you have any tickets?"

What kind of ticket? Of course, it's the admission ticket to that "Pink Divine Soup" in the western suburbs.

It is said that soaking in the water there once can make you five years younger, soaking twice can open up your meridians, and soaking three times... can make you understand what your dog is saying.

Although the last point is mostly just nonsense from those rich people who are having too much fun, there are still a lot of people who believe it.

Tu Jinshan smiles so broadly every day that his eyes are almost closed, and the wrinkles on his chubby face are almost completely filled in by money.

He divided the membership cards into three levels:

The bronze card is the entry level, only allowing you to soak in the diluted soup on the outer perimeter, and you have to queue up; the silver card allows you to enter the inner circle and enjoy Pierre's special medicinal cuisine; as for the gold supreme card, it is limited and requires a personal "interview" by Doctor Wang.

The so-called interview was actually just Wang Minyu using his [Aura Observation Technique] to glance at the person, see if they had enough "goods" on them, and... whether they could withstand the mental pollution from the "giant baby" underground.

After all, not everyone is qualified to be a "power bank" for God.

At this moment, the midday sun shines on the construction site of the resort.

The legendary "philosopher construction team" is at work.

A real estate tycoon worth over 100 million yuan was squatting in the corner, sweating profusely, holding a trowel, arguing heatedly with Old Li next to him.

"Old Li! You don't understand! This wall can't be built like this!" The boss pointed to a brick. "Kant said that beauty is purposeless purposiveness. This wall, although it's meant to block the wind, must conform to the golden ratio in order to embody that... that decadent beauty of the industrial age!"

Old Li rolled his eyes and slapped a lump of cement onto the bricks: "I don't know if Kant could build a wall, but I do know that if you keep dawdling, this cement will dry! And if it dries, I'll get docked pay!"

"Deduct my pay? You're insulting my soul!" the boss snapped. "I'm infusing this wall with thought! Do you even understand what thought is?!"

"I don't understand. Move aside, don't block my way while I'm carrying bricks."

Wang Minyu, who was passing by, was holding a thermos. He watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction.

now it's right.

Let capitalists do the manual labor, and let philosophers do the business – that's the balance of the world.

"Master," Li Siyuan ran over carrying a stack of medical records, "there are quite a lot of people registering today, and... there's a strange phenomenon."

"What's wrong?"

"Many people, I mean many young people, have recently reported that... they've fallen in love."

"Love?" Wang Minyu raised an eyebrow. "That's under the jurisdiction of the Civil Affairs Bureau, not mine."

"It's not that kind of love." Li Siyuan's expression was a little strange. "They say they've fallen in love with a voice. A voice that appears in their dreams, or in the static of the radio. That voice has them obsessed, unable to eat or sleep, and some people even climb to the rooftop in the middle of the night to set up antennas just to hear that voice."

Wang Minyu's heart skipped a beat.

Sound. Noise.

This sounds so familiar.

"Summon Situ Zhen."

Five minutes later, Situ Zhen emerged from the underground equipment room with two large dark circles under his eyes.

He is now the resort's chief sound engineer and also works part-time as an underground eavesdropper.

"Boss, something's happened." Situ Zhen panicked as soon as he saw Wang Minyu. "That big guy underground has mutated recently."

"It's learned to sing?"

"It's worse than that." Situ Zhen took out a cassette tape and put it into his Walkman. "It learned... 'online dating'."

A faint, intermittent buzzing sound came from the headphones.

If you don't listen carefully, you might mistake it for electrical interference.

But if you listen carefully, you'll find that it's actually a very regular frequency, like... a call.

"This is infrasound emitted through the underground water pipe network," Situ Zhen explained. "This frequency can stimulate the dopamine secretion center in the human brain, creating an illusion of 'being loved.' It uses this illusion to collect the...love of the entire city."

"Love?" Wang Minyu sneered. "It wants to turn everyone in Changxiang City into its 'cloud simps'."

That's brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

Fear makes people wary, but love does not. Love makes people blind, and makes them willing to give everything.

"Moreover," Situ Zhen pointed to the direction of Changxiang City not far away, "I discovered that the source of this signal is not entirely where we are standing. There seems to be another, even more powerful, transmission tower in the city."

"The Third Mental Hospital," Wang Minyu blurted out.

The scale the Phantom gave me, and the madman's last words.

It seems that Organization S's "father-based" project has moved beyond the laboratory stage. They've created a "father" who is communicating with his "mother" underground. And the millions of people in Changxiang City serve as their "bridge" for romance.

"Prepare the car." Wang Minyu downed the water in his teacup in one gulp.

"Where to?"

"To the mental hospital." Wang Minyu turned up the collar of his white coat. "Since some people want to date, I'll go and give them a 'relationship counseling' session. I'll also tell them that puppy love... will get their parents called in."

"Should we bring Guanshan along?"

"Take it with you. And Pierre too." Wang Minyu glanced at the fat Frenchman who was feeding the cyborgs handmade beef balls. "Tell him to take that pot. This time we're not making soup, we're going to... fry fish."

Just then, a black Hongqi sedan silently pulled up in front of the resort.

The car window rolled down, revealing Captain Zhou's serious face.

"Dr. Wang, get in the car." Captain Zhou's tone carried an undeniable urgency. "We have a mission. It's about... the waterworks."

Wang Minyu smiled.

It seems the waters have finally turned so muddy that even the authorities can't sit still anymore.

"Here it is." He patted the hood of the Wuling Hongguang and said to Zero (Su Qing) inside, "Lock the coordinates. Today, we're going to give this city a thorough cleaning."

Under the sunlight, the dilapidated bread truck spewed out a plume of black smoke, like a wild beast unleashed from its cage, and raced wildly into the shadows of the city.

In its trunk, the green entrenching tool and the large bronze pot made a crisp clanging sound as it was jostled around.