"The opposite behavior cannot exist. Have you ever heard of the krill paradox?"
Jiang Wan was stunned for a moment and shook her head slightly.
She understood krill, which was a bottom creature that existed in the sea. It was a predatory creature that relied on the excrement of maternal and infant plants and large fish animals to survive.
She looked at Chen Qing and asked, "What does this paradox refer to?"
He touched his chin, and after confirming that his memory was correct, he slowly spoke: "In the 1980s, the earth's whaling industry rose rapidly, and krill, one of the main foods of whales, lost its predators. It should rise significantly in the future, right?”
"Yes." Jiang Wan frowned: "As predators decrease, the population increases, and after the increase, the food decreases, and finally approaches balance."
"But here's the problem." He knocked on the window: "After the whales were caught on a large scale, the krill population dropped rapidly, almost reaching the same level as the whales."
Chen Qing paused and then said to Jiang Wan: "If one day, human beings become extinct. Do you think the number of chickens, ducks and geese on the earth will decline?"
She looked stunned and her face was obviously stunned.
"But these people..."
"Rather than saying that the yellow sand raised them, I think it's better to say that they raised the yellow sand." Chen Qing rejected her idea: "Look, the sandstorm has stopped."
As the sounds in the room gradually became quieter, people in the earthen building outside the house began to come out to communicate and inquire for information.
They walked to the shrine in the center of the earth building, respectfully inserted the sandalwood and lit it.
They stood on the yellow sand, their leather boots wrapped up to their thighs making a soft rustling sound.
The women and children hid under the wall and talked softly, while the men walked on the sand and cleared a path with shovels in their hands.
As they were doing this, every three to five minutes, their eyes would turn to the house where Jiang Wan and the two of them were.
The meaning in their eyes is very clear, why don't you two have the eyesight to see, why don't you two step out of the house and make friends with everyone.
But in the room, Chen and Qing did not understand this meaning at all.
"How long?" he asked.
Jiang Wan lowered her head and looked at her watch. It had been about seven or eight minutes.
"A little more than a minute to ten minutes away."
He nodded and asked again: "The gap time has exceeded the time when blood was spilled?"
Jiang Wan nodded without answering.
He trotted all the way to the window and opened it. The locals outside the house were all attracted by the sound of the window sill. But just when they thought Chen Qing would come out, Chen Qing's eyes only glanced at everyone, and then returned to the house to close up. doors and windows.
He held the grains of sand in his hand, separated by two pieces of clothing. He put down the yellow sand in his hand and dumped the sand on the floor of the room, making the yellow sand form a small pyramid. After remaining still for a moment, he pulled out his hand and left. Finally, those grains of sand suddenly began to slide to the surroundings, and the pointed cones raised became smaller and smaller.
It shows extremely strong activity and vitality.
Although it is impossible to intuitively realize the difference between this and the performance caused by gravity, it can be realized.
Be aware that it is exploring its surroundings.
Upon seeing this, Chen Qing immediately took some blood from his body. His fingertips hovered over the yellow sand, letting the blood drip down his fingertips.
After the blood met the sand grains, the sand grains were stuck together and turned into a small lump of sticky mud.
They twisted themselves, as if they wanted to break free from the shackles of blood, but the lumps of yellow sand stuck together squirmed, drawing in more yellow sand nearby.
It wasn't until there was no more yellow sand on the ground that its struggle began to gradually weaken, and to the naked eye, its mobility also decreased a lot.
Chen Qing frowned and wrapped his fingers with clothes again. When he touched them again, the orange-red yellow sand had become extremely hard.
He picked up the piece of yellow sand and knocked it twice on the ground. The sound it made was similar to that of porcelain.
"Blood will deactivate this sand?"
Jiang Wan walked up to him with a curious face: "This seems to be consistent with the previous scene..."
The previous scene? He was surprised, but had no intention of having an in-depth conversation about this scene. He was still hesitating and a little worried.
He hesitated, fearing that his question would remind the other person of the scene that made him lose control.
"I think about the Lord..." He muttered in his heart: "This power is much stronger than the gods in the traditional sense..."
He shook his head, and after dispelling the useless thoughts in his mind, he looked at the yellow sand in his hand that had lost its fluidity, and nodded calmly: "In other words, our guess about the yellow sand is right..."
Chen Qing raised his head and his fingertips landed on the document.
He hesitated for a while, but finally had no intention of writing down the content.
"The yellow sands pursue blood, but blood will kill their individuals."
Chen Qing hesitated and finally laughed out loud: "It's really exactly the same as the krill paradox.
Krill lost part of their population due to the feeding of baleen whales, but gained more food due to the excretion of baleen whales. "
He whispered, and the bustling laughter of children could be heard behind his ears. He turned around, only to find those children lying outside his window.
They looked inward curiously, their round eyes protruding several centimeters. Their fingers gripped the window sill tightly, making the wooden window creak.
He shushed and listened, the voices of children outside the house were muffled.
"Are they dead? I'm so hungry. I want meat."
"Don't make a sound! Don't make a sound! It disturbs them! I will eat you today!"
"Can they hurry up and get another one...I got half a mouthful of my little brother's meat yesterday. It's not delicious, it's not delicious."
The words in their mouths are incoherent, and several words are repeated in every sentence.
They didn't listen and muttered until about ten minutes later, the shouts of the adults came from outside the house, and they reluctantly left the window outside Chen Qing's house.
Chen Qing frowned and looked at Jiang Wan, pointed to another door in the house and asked her, "Where does that door lead to?"
She followed Chen Qing's fingers and shook her head after thinking for a moment: "An old man came here before. But you were not awake at the time, so I didn't dare to leave."
"Then let's go take a look." He dropped the yellow sand in his hands, pushed open the door first and walked inside.
Inside that door, there is an endless corridor. On this side of the door, there is another door every five to ten meters, and on the opposite side of the door, there is always an earthen wall.
The entire passage shifted to the right. After thinking for a while, Chen Qing guessed that this was a mezzanine between the earthen building and the house.
He walked forward all the way, and when he reached the end, a staircase began to appear. As the stairs went up, he reached the second floor of the earth building.
They looked around and saw that the inner doors on the second floor were all locked, and the door to each of their houses was locked from the passage with iron chains. The wooden doors were tied with iron chains as thick as a bowl, making the scene extremely strange.
After walking forward all the way, when they reached the end, there was a door with no shackles on it. As they approached, they heard the sound of some kind of gas being sucked from inside the door.
Jiang Wan frowned: "Go in and take a look?"
Her eyes were disdainful, and the sound inside the door was accompanied by a bit of the stench of tobacco. She didn't like the smell.
This smell can only be emitted by decades of smoking, and the surrounding environment also reveals this smell.
"Go in and have a look."
Chen Qing nodded and pushed the wooden door inwards sideways. The door felt rough to the touch and the hinges might not have moved for some years.
The two of them committed themselves inside. The whole room was filled with terrifying smoke, and it was almost impossible to see anything in the upper part.
The acrid smell of smoke spread from every piece of furniture.
Chen Qing frowned, and Jiang Wan beside her felt even more uncomfortable. She gripped the door frame beside her, even leaving two to three millimeters of nail marks on the door frame. She frowned, unable to breathe at all. Exited this room.
Her voice also came from outside the house: "Come on, the smell is too strong. I'll wait for you outside."
Chen Qing tilted his head and thought for a while, feeling very puzzled.
Obviously, those who work in their profession have to stay up all night, with tobacco as their companion day and night.
But although he was curious, he didn't pay too much attention.
After walking two or three steps further into the house, he saw an old man sitting on a recliner. The old man was pale and had a dozen children on his body.
The bodies of those children were connected to him. No, it should be said that their bodies were the bodies of the old man.
Their heads and necks grew out of the old man's skin. Those heads were shaking and they were constantly sucking on the pipe that the old man handed them.
"What's up."
His voice was extremely rough and hoarse, sounding as if he hadn't drank water for more than half a year.
"Where is this?" He looked at the old man and asked calmly.
"Where is this? Does it matter where this is?" He looked at Chen Qing and laughed twice, his face even paler. He seemed to want to move, to lift his body up a little.
But the four heads on the children's heads, shoulders, and belly seemed unhappy. They turned their smoking heads and bit the old man's belly hard.
The blood flowed freely, but the children showed a look of comfort.
"Those yellow sands...how did it become like this here?" He frowned, as if he wanted to ask what the old man looked like.
But the old man looked at Chen Qing and continued to laugh with a hoarse voice: "Everyone will be like this... everyone here will become like this. This is a gift, this is the grace given to us by God."
He looked at Chen Qing, suddenly feeling a little strange.
"You...why don't you smell like them?"
Chen Qing frowned, looked down at the palm of his hand, took two steps forward, and scratched the old man's chest with the sharp nails on his thumb.
But after being scratched, no blood oozed out.
"Hey...hehe." He smiled dryly, but there was a little bit of disgust in his expression.
"When did that yellow sand arrive?" Chen Qing looked at his body and cut open his arm with his nails. The blood seeping out of his arm made his face pale.
"What? What yellow sand."
