What It's Like Being a Vampire

Chapter Eighty-Two: Coin

All night, Xiang Kun had grappled with the four items in front of him.

He continuously compared the one yuan coin to other coins and the two A4 papers with other A/+ papers.

It’s clear that, whether the coin is together with other coins or the blank paper is mixed with other papers, he can identify it at a glance.

This judgment does not depend on smell or any other trace on them but a kind of “telepathic” perception that gives immediate results.

Xiang Kun stared at the four objects on the table, picked up that coin (defined as “Coin 1”) while pondering what experimental method to use for testing.

He then instinctively flicked it with the thumb of his right hand into his left, and viewing the chrysanthemum pattern on it, an idea ignited in Xiang Kun’s mind.

He flicked the coin again with his thumb, this time even higher, almost touching the ceiling.

He reached out his left hand and accurately caught the tumbling coin, muttering, “Numeral…”

The face of the coin on his hand was indeed the numeral side.

With Xiang Kun’s current dynamic visual ability, he might also be able to tell which side is facing up when it tumbles through the air and falls, if he focuses intently on it.

But the problem is, he had his eyes closed the whole time — including when he reached out his left hand to catch the coin.

Opening his eyes, looking at the coin with the “1” facing upward, he flipped the coin from his left hand onto his right thumb.

Then with another flick of his thumb, the coin soared into the sky again. This time, he didn’t reach out his hand to catch it, but…

He used his foot.

The coin landed securely on the top of his foot, and Xiang Kun made his judgment, “Numeral!”

Then he looked down, indeed, it was the numeral side facing upwards.

With a flick of his foot, the coin flew upwards, was caught by his right hand, and held in his palm.

Xiang Kun looked at the seemingly ordinary one yuan coin and slowly nodded:

It seemed that after establishing that special connection with an object, his understanding and control over it improved significantly.

To a certain extent, it was quite supernatural.

Just like the coin that fell just now, he neither relied on dynamic vision to capture the falling trajectory, nor tried consciously to perceive the feel with his skin, but he knew the facing side of the coin the moment it touched the back of his hand or foot.

This feeling, like his position sensing of tissue 1 and tissue 2, as well as these four items, they appeared inexplicably, but they were indeed real.

Besides, Xiang Kun found that he could accurately control whether the coin would land with the numeal or the chrysanthemum side facing up when it touched the back of his hand. Whether his hand was still and he controlled by flicking the coin, or he flicked the coin randomly and caught the falling coin with his hand at the right moment, he could accomplish that.

If he practiced specifically, given Xiang Kun’s current ability to control his muscles and dynamic vision ability, he should be able to do the same with normal coins.

But now this coin allows him to do it more casually, more easily and simply. There is no need for deliberate adjustment, no need for frequent training; it’s just like flipping his palm, it’s as he pleases.

The “Coin 1” tumbled between Xiang Kun’s five fingers, flowing smoothly like clouds and water. He had never practiced this before, but he just did it casually, mimicking what he had seen in movies.

Xiang Kun switched to an ordinary one yuan coin and found it fell to the ground when he tried to roll it between his fingers.

Xiang Kun couldn’t help but frown: flipping the coin with his fingers should mainly rely on the coordination of his fingers. In theory, if he could flip “Coin 1”, he should be able to flip any other one yuan coins of the same shape.

He picked up the coin again and tried to flip it using the feeling he had when he fliDDed “Coin 1”. He graduallv found the rhvthm and began to fliD the coin between his fingers.

But it was quite obvious, compared to flipping “Coin 1”, performing the same motion with other coins felt a bit awkward.

“What could be the reason…”

Xiang Kun flipped “Coin 1” from his left hand to his right, then from his right hand back to his left, feeling the connection with this coin, contemplating what makes it feel different from other coins.

Suddenly, he stopped, flipped the coin vigorously with a “clang”, the coin flew over his bald head, and fell towards his back.

In his mind, it was as if he had grown eyes on the back of his head; he could perceive the trajectory of the falling coin and its rotation in the air.

When the coin fell to his waist, he casually hooked his right foot, and the coin landed securely on his heel.

Without looking, Xiang Kun knew that the coin was facing chrysanthemum side up.

With a flick of his right foot, the coin returned to his hand.

He glanced at the kitchen, there was an empty glass cup on the condiment rack. So he took the coin and casually, yet stylishly, threw it towards the cup.

Standing in the living room from this angle, for the coin to pass through the kitchen door without touching the door frame or the floor and fall into the cup, the flight path had to be very narrow, and the arc couldn’t be too high.

He threw the coin, and frown lines appeared on his forehead.

Just as expected, “Coin 1” hit the rim of the cup, leaving a crack, and bounced onto the ground.

This should not have happened…

Theoretically, the difficulty of the actions he had just performed shouldn’t be much less than throwing a coin into a cup from this angle and distance.

But the other actions felt so easy…

Xiang Kun didn’t immediately go to pick up “Coin 1”; instead, he grabbed a few ordinary one yuan coins, and from the same position, he threw each one into the cup.

The fifth coin finally landed in the cup.

In practice, throwing a coin into the cup from that position and at that angle was tricky, but it was something he could still achieve.

Theoretically, it should have been much easier and lighter when he used the connected “Coin 1”.

Could it be that his influence on the objects he has connected with disappears or weakens once they are no longer in his immediate surroundings?

Xiang Kun picked up “Coin 1” again and threw it from the same position once more.

This time, “Coin 1” accurately landed in the cup.

Xiang Kun nodded thoughtfully, referring to his previous experiences of throwing other ordinary coins:

He felt that his unique influence on “Coin 1” indeed lessened once it had moved away from him.

However, he could still adjust the flying speed and trajectory of the coin as it left his hand, therefore controlling where it landed was still much more precise than when he threw other common coins. It was just that he was too casual when he first threw “Coin 1” due to his ease of control over it.

Even if he concentrated, he could visualize the trajectory of “Coin 1” the instant before throwing it. Unless something unexpected happened, such as a sudden gust of wind or a cat jumping out to steal the coin, the coin would mostly likely follow the course he had imagined.

Whether it would hit the target, he could determine before he even released it.

If it was not going to hit, he could forgo throwing and continue adjusting his force.

If according to the “bold hypothesis” and “fantasy speculation” he had last

time, the reason he could establish a connection with these objects was due to certain particles they emitted that were “captured” by the mutation causing “X” in his body. After the mutation took place, they were transformed into information he could “perceive”, “observe” or “read”, allowing him to locate those objects.

Then was his proficiency in controlling “Coin 1” an indication that the particles residing in his body could not only feed back the location of connected objects, but also influence these objects in some way?

Although these were all Xiang Kun’s “speculations”, so far nothing has proven them to be erroneous.

Xiang Kun again looked at the two sheets of A/+ paper on the table, held up “A4 Paper 1” with both hands at chest level, released it, and then squatted down sharply. He followed the fall of the paper with his eyes, supporting it in mid-air as he glared and shouted:

“Rise!”

“A4 Paper 1” fell to the ground without any hesitation.

Xiang Kun sighed, picking up the paper and placing it back on the table.

It seemed that the idea of manipulating objects through thoughts still remained a fantasy.

Thankfully, no one saw him making a fool of himself just now.

Xiang Kun took the “A4 Paper 1”, bending it into a paper airplane.

While he held the paper airplane, ready to throw it, he found that it was the same as when throwing “Coin 1”. Each time he was about to let go, the trajectory of the paper airplane after release already appeared in his mind.

If he wanted the paper airplane to fly in a certain way, his fingers and wrists immediately adjusted for the right strength and angle. Even ideas about adjusting the shape of the paper airplane to fit the desired flight path emerged.

Xiang Kun slightly squinted his eyes at the four items that he had put back on the table: a coin, two papers, and a ball from a ballpoint pen.

For an instant, he felt as if these four items had become part of his body.

But when he tried to think more in-depth about this feeling, it disappeared in a flash, as if it had all been an illusion.

Xiang Kun couldn’t help but wonder, what if he could establish a connection with more complex objects, like a car, an aircraft, a complicated machine, or something else?

If he wasn’t able to connect with the entire object, what if he took apart the car and established a connection with each individual part, and then put them back together?

What would happen then?

Would he become a driver unified with the car, or would he just be able to perceive the car’s trajectory?

Xiang Kun’s thoughts began to scatter, drifting away…

Unconsciously, dawn had arrived.

For Xiang Kun, who did not need to sleep, eat, or even visit the restroom when he wasn’t consuming blood, the passage of time was hardly noticed when he was absorbed in something.

So, he didn’t notice the commotion in room 706 right away.

When he finally did hear the noise coming from 706, his first thought was that the always good-tempered Shiling’s Mom was actually arguing with some other neighbors?

Then, he focused on his hearing, listening carefully to the commotion in room 706.

He realized that the door of 706 was wide open, a group of people were inside Liu Shiling’s house, and a few women with sharp voices were berating Shiling’s Mom.

Xiang Kun frowned, his first reaction was to go help. After all, since he moved here, Shiling’s Mom and Little Fat Girl Liu Shiling were the only neighbors he was acquainted with. Upon his arrival, he had already accepted gifts from Little Fatty Girl, then came the cakes from Shiling’s Mom.

Xiang Kun always held the belief that you should reciprocate the kindness shown to you twofold.

But as he approached the front door, he stopped; his hand on the doorknob wavering, unsure whether to open the door or not. Because he suddenly caught a bit of information from the sharp voices..