The sun slowly climbed up the mountain, revealing a misty and frosted texture under the reflection of the early morning mist.
Bai Ye drove a black off-road vehicle alone in a mountain valley with dense vegetation.
In the past few decades, few people have visited here. The original roads were completely submerged by vegetation. Instead, the cobblestone-filled river has become the best way to drive.
The black off-road vehicle was like a steel beast, roaring all the way up the clear stream.
Finally, the car stopped next to a large bluestone near the mountainside.
Baiye opened the door and got out of the car, and jumped out of the car with long legs.
The special glasses that originally belonged to Chen Yun now appeared on Bai Ye's face. She stood on the big bluestone and looked into the depths of the mountain. The lenses clearly showed a black-green spiritual light group, and it was marked direction and distance.
"It finally stopped."
Seeing that the position of the source of psychic energy displayed in the lens no longer changed, Bai Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Now that she had reached the deepest part of the mountain forest, the off-road vehicle could no longer drive. She could only walk the rest of the way. If Ana Shen continued to go deeper in at the previous speed, she would probably have to call for air support.
"Green psychic power..."
Bai Ye looked at the information reflected in the lenses, his face a little solemn.
Although she is still some distance away from Ana Shen, the detector has been able to accurately detect the spiritual changes in Ana Shen's body, which shows that there is a problem with his control of his own spiritual energy.
Moreover, two psionic powers appeared in his body. What worried Bai Ye the most was that the green psionic power that obviously belonged to the 'Tree King' was gradually overwhelming Ana Shen's black psionic power.
"Could it be that even you will be eroded..."
Bai Ye glanced worriedly at the direction where the psychic energy wave was coming from, took the necessary communication equipment, jumped into the forest like a female leopard, and ran in the direction of Ana Shen.
…
At this time, deep in the mountain col, at the source of the stream, a huge emerald tree took root by the stream.
Through the faint morning light, the vague human shape of the big tree can still be vaguely seen.
There was a human face in the center of the tree trunk. He closed his eyes and tried to raise his head, like a person who fell into a swamp and was about to be submerged, trying to stretch his face out of the mud.
Everything seems to have been settled.
Ana Shen found himself lying on the operating table, his whole body covered in bandages, including his head and facial features.
But he clearly perceived everything happening around him.
I even 'saw' a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes outside the glass wall of the operating room, chatting with the people around him——
"Throughout the ages, in order to solidify their class and achieve long-term peace and stability, the ruling class will use the simple and effective method of monopolizing knowledge and promotion channels..."
"But this method was no longer applicable more than a hundred years ago."
“After World War II, all countries in the world completely let go of the prison of knowledge, and most people can obtain educational opportunities as long as they work hard.”
"The spread of knowledge has gradually narrowed the gap between civilians and elites, and the opportunities for the bottom of society to attack upwards have gradually increased."
"Although the chances are slim, with the huge population base of the people at the bottom, hundreds of thousands of new wealthy families have emerged in the past hundred years. But the position at the top of the pyramid is limited——"
The blond middle-aged man looked around at the five people around him and crossed his arms: "I don't think everyone wants to be kicked off the round table by a mud-legged person one day, right?"
"The popularization of knowledge is inevitable. What's the use of saying this?"
A young man in a dark gray suit had a decent smile on his face. He glanced at the operating room inside the glass window and said, "Does Mr. Bell want to sell us some kind of weapon that is designed to kill mud-legged people and kill them all?" Extermination?"
The words of the young man in gray suit caused a burst of laughter from the others.
The people who can be invited here are not ordinary people. Everyone is very clear about the theory mentioned by Mr. Bell, but it is an inevitable result of the development of civilization and is not based on personal will.
Human civilization has developed for hundreds of years after World War II. During these hundreds of years, the ruling class has made countless attempts to consolidate its position. However, facts have proved that as long as knowledge is spread, class can never be completely solidified.
Unless the ruling classes around the world work together to promote reforms and recognize the sanctity and inviolability of private property. Then, they can have a thousand ways to achieve total economic monopoly and thus become "finalists".
This point has been agreed upon more than a hundred years ago, but this does not prevent them from taking a little time to listen to Mr. Bell's ideas.
Everyone looked at Bell with a decent smile on his face, like the uncle next door watching the little girl come home from school.
Bell clapped his hands calmly under the gaze of five people: "I won't say any more unnecessary words. Everyone, follow me and come to the west hall to take a look."
After saying that, Bell turned and walked deeper into the corridor.
The five guests looked at each other, and the middle-aged man in dark blue samurai uniform said in a deep voice: "Nishizawa-kun, do you want to go and take a look?"
The young man in gray suit flipped his hair nonchalantly: "Idle time is also idle. We are here on behalf of the board of directors. Isn't it just to test Mr. Bell's achievements in the past few years?"
The other three people also nodded: "I believe Mr. Bell should at least come up with some sincere works this time."
"After all, the board of directors' money is not so easy to get!"
…
At this time, Ana Shen was in the operating room, her whole body was wrapped tightly, but she could clearly feel everything happening in the outside world.
Including the conversation between Bell and the guests, even the micro-expressions on several people's faces can be seen clearly.
It's like opening up God's perspective.
Immediately afterwards, he 'saw' several experimenters come to the cart where he was lying and push him out of the operating room.
He wanted to speak, but found that he had no control over his body. He became a spectator, and everything here moved forward step by step like a movie.
He 'watched' himself being pushed into a laboratory made entirely of metal lead. In the center of the laboratory was a truck-sized quantum computer, and next to the computer was an all-metal cultivation chamber.
Bell and five guests have arrived.
"A year ago, our research group was joined by Professor Cheng. Professor Cheng proposed a brand-new theory, which directly changed the topic we have been studying for three years."
Caesar Kador frowned: "What theory?"
"Superstring Theory of Mind!"
Bell stretched out his finger and pointed at his temple, and said with a slightly excited expression: "You can't imagine what a great idea this is. It gave me a new understanding of my life!"
"Mr. Bell, I think you are a little too excited."
Wearing a black suit, a somewhat pudgy middle-aged man holding a civilized stick interrupted Bell with a serious look: "The board of directors has invested in the super serum experiment for three years and spent countless resources on it. You are here because of a theory. Just gave up? Do you think this makes sense?"
The smile on Bell's face continued: "No, no, no, Count Phils, you will understand what a great theory this is after you listen to what I say! Believe me, even if the super serum succeeds, you will not be able to do anything in front of it. It doesn’t count!”
Earl Phils took a deep breath and looked at the others: "What do you think?"
The middle-aged woman in a dark blue dress brushed her long blond hair from her forehead and said calmly: "The matter is already like this. It's not too late to listen to his explanation."
Bell smiled and bent down to salute: "Thank you for your generosity Mrs. Taylor. Your beauty must be inseparable from your heart."
Mrs. Taylor waved her hand: "Okay Bell, I think you know the purpose of our visit this time, so don't talk nonsense."
"As you wish."
Bell looked around the crowd and said calmly: "Before explaining the superstring theory, I would like to ask you a question. In everyone's perception, what is your 'self'? In other words, how to prove that you It's you?"
