"So...did you always think so?"
Bai Ye stared at her eyes and said seriously: "About people and 'ants'."
Ana Shen frowned in confusion.
In his impression, although Bai Ye's attitude may be more official due to her work, she has always been a rational and intelligent person at heart. Like the previous question, she should be able to figure it out herself. Why does it seem to be a bit over the top now?
"You know," Ana Shen responded: "Sometimes the gap between people is bigger than the gap between people and ants."
Bai Ye retorted: "Even if what you said may happen, it will be the result of allowing the disorderly development of capital. The top federal officials will notice and find ways to solve it instead of letting ordinary people participate in demonstrations and demonstrations." Protest. It will only make things worse."
Ana Shen frowned: "Do you really think so?"
"...Of course." Bai Ye paused and explained: "A single person is rational, but when a group of people get together, they become emotional and easily provoked. The more people there are, the harder it is to control them. We don't have The method is to determine whether the people who instigated them are good or bad, and whether their purpose is pure——"
Bai Ye's voice gradually increased, and when she said this, Ana Shen suddenly gestured in the direction of the kitchen with her eyes.
Only then did Bai Ye realize his gaffe.
"...Sorry," she took a deep breath and stood up from the sofa: "I have to go to the bathroom."
Ana Shen didn't pay attention to Bai Ye's mood changes. At this time, the whole room was almost filled with light from all directions in his eyes.
These threads filled with people's wishes and thoughts, carrying beautiful wishes and desires, constantly converge on Zhang Changlin.
Zhang Changlin, an ordinary person, almost turned into a luminous body.
[The degree of integration is getting higher and higher. Does this kid really regard himself as the savior? 】
The clown's voice sounded from the bottom of Ana Shen's heart, and Ana Shen also responded in her heart: "What do you mean?"
[Do you know why most of the things that can accept wishes and become spiritual sustenance items, or become special realm owners, are 'items' such as Buddha statues? 】
"Why?"
[Because these human thoughts are too complex, each of these threads composed of wishes and thoughts represents different thoughts, desires, three views, etc. 】
[And if you want to absorb these threads, you must not conflict with the wishes carried in these four threads. This means that either you fully accept these mixed desires and thoughts, or you turn yourself into a thoughtless stone and then use these external wishes to reconstruct your thoughts and three views. 】
[Everyone has a soul and thoughts. If you want to achieve yourself through the power of your will, treating yourself as a stone is equivalent to killing your past self. People who do this are either dead or crazy. 】
Ana Shen looked at Zhang Changlin who was busy in the kitchen, looked at the threads that were constantly integrating into his body, and asked in confusion: "Then what is his condition now?"
[He is trying to understand those thoughts and is gradually disintegrating himself. 】
"Will he...become the new realm lord?"
[Not sure for the moment, most of the wishes he has absorbed are related to today's parade, which means that at least the thoughts contained in these wishes are consistent in the general direction. If he could use this to coordinate all his thoughts and wishes, there might be a slight possibility of success. 】
[Then again, you haven’t noticed a familiar smell until now, right? 】
Ana Shen did not respond to the clown anymore. He folded his hands behind his head and leaned on the back of the sofa, lost in thought.
In his intermittent memory, he had encountered this kind of awakening of spiritual energy due to other people's wishes. In other words, the clown once led it himself.
"The Balanced Scale..."
…
After a few more minutes, Aunt Wang and her son Zhang Changlin finally prepared the meal and brought it to the living room together.
A beef brisket stewed with tomatoes, a braised pork ribs, a braised carp, four side dishes and a large pot of chicken soup.
The coffee table in the living room is filled to the brim.
Aunt Wang used to be a housekeeper, so she was quite skilled in cooking, and even a few simple dishes were delicious and delicious.
The chicken soup stewed with mountain mushrooms suited Ana Shen's appetite, so he drank two bowls in a row.
Bai Ye worked hard on the ribs. She chewed every bone completely and swallowed it.
"Doctor Shen, do you want to drink?" Zhang Changlin asked, holding a bottle of liquor.
Seeing that he had not completely sobered up, with a blushing face, Ana Shen shook his head: "I won't drink anymore, I still have to work."
"You're still working so late? Are you going to go back and work overtime?"
Ana Shen nodded.
"Work is important, so I won't drink. We can't ruin Dr. Shen's job."
Zhang Changlin looked back and forth between Shen Yan and Bai Ye, and said twice: "Hey, speaking of which, I'm actually a little envious."
"You know, when I was teaching, the thing I said most to my students was, study hard, and when you grow up, you won't have to work hard to make money like your parents."
As he spoke, Zhang Changlin filled a glass for himself and drank it all in one sip.
"Ahem... Now not only my group of students, everyone doesn't have to work hard. It can be considered... it can be regarded as fulfilling my original words, don't you think?"
After stammering this sentence while swirling his tongue, not sure if he was really drunk or something else, Zhang Changlin fell asleep on the table.
Aunt Wang looked at Shen Yan apologetically: "I'm sorry, Doctor Shen... Dalin had a game tonight, and he was already drunk at that time..."
Ana Shen smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, our sudden arrival disturbed your rest."
"Aunt Wang, you met me in the square today and insisted on taking me home for dinner. I guess you have something else to do, right? Your son is asleep now, can you tell me?"
"Doctor Shen..."
Aunt Wang looked at Ana Shen and then at Bai Ye, somewhat hesitant to speak.
Ana Shen: "It doesn't matter, she is my colleague and a doctor."
"Then...then I will say it."
Aunt Wang looked at Zhang Changlin who had fallen asleep with a complicated expression and said, "Dalin... Doctor Shen, is Dalin sick?"
Before Aunt Wang finished speaking, Ana Shen's expression changed.
He saw an illusory figure standing up from Zhang Changlin, followed by a second and third one——
In just a few breaths, the entire living room was already packed with people.
Each of them stared at Zhang Changlin, their expressions gradually became dull, and their faces began to slowly melt like wax statues.
Then during a period of distortion, it gradually transformed into the same human face——
Zhang Changlin’s face!
