The scene around Xie Zhi was indeed a bit strange. Time was slowed down thousands of times at this moment. Thin red raindrops floated throughout the room, like light feathers, neither touching the sky nor touching the ground.
But in fact, there is no sky or ground. The entire room is twisted at a weird angle. The ceiling and floor are connected together. The corners of the bed directly pass through the TV cabinet door. The entire room 402 is filled with images from Sima Xi is disrupted by external interference, like dough being pulled and kneaded.
If it weren't for the influence of the Crimson Oath, this kind of distortion would become more and more intense in three seconds. In the end, all the objective things in the scene would be kneaded into a small dot. This small dot is the singularity of everything.
Xie Zhi enters the fantasy world from the singularity of memory and leaves from the singularity of the soul.
But at this moment, such a process was directly interrupted.
Xie Zhi didn't know the specific effect of Zhang Hongmian's Crimson Oath, but Xie Zhi could feel that since the appearance of the child in his arms, the space around him that was constantly twisting and collapsing suddenly stabilized.
No, we cannot say "stabilized". We should say "the process of collapse has been slowed down."
In this twisted world, except for himself and the child in his arms, the entire room seemed to be slowed down a thousand times.
Xie Zhi looked at the infant child, who blinked and smiled at Xie Zhi.
"Those who break their promise will shed their blood!"
The sharp female voice sounded in Xie Zhi's mind again.
Xie Zhi shook his head to get rid of the voice, and then whispered to the infant child,
"Okay, I'll find it for you."
"What do you want? I remember, buttons?"
"But, you have to let me slow down first and let me sort out the messy formulas in my head that are crawling like crazy crawlers..."
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Xie Zhi's mind was in unprecedented chaos at this moment.
On the one hand, it's because too many unexpected events happened in a short period of time, from seeing the "Ladder Formula of Mental Technique" on the wall, to Sima Xi discovering that he found the formula, pulling himself out of the illusion through the air, and then to Zhang Hongmian followed the spiritual link and projected the incarnation effect of his emotions...
All this happened in just two seconds, and without even a moment's effort, the battle between Sima Xi and Zhang Hongmian came to an end temporarily, leaving only the twisted room in front of him, the swaying red rain, and The baby that suddenly appeared in my arms.
However, this is not what makes Xie Zhi's head go crazy the most.
What made Xie Zhi feel even more confused was the glance he took at the "Scheme Ladder Formula" on the wall.
The densely packed formulas were clearly written on the wall with charcoal, but as one glance continued, they seemed to be like worms one after another, following Xie Zhi's gaze and flying directly into Xie Zhi's mind.
Xie Zhi obviously couldn't understand every character in this formula. As these formulas flew into his mind one after another, he could clearly understand the meaning of the arrangement and proof of these formulas, as if Those formulas are alive, and when combined together, they form meaning itself.
It's just like……
It's like a copy of the API interface...
Xie Zhi was stunned. He remembered his major in software engineering in his previous life and some of the functional interfaces he called when programming. He does not have the ability to make these functions, and he has no idea what the implementation logic behind these functions is, but he can simply call the functions through the interface left by the programmer.
Those crazy squirming formulas that appear in my mind are like this calling interface.
It's just that the form of expression is different.
One is a cold code, and the other is a weird and crazy "formula worm".
Xie Zhi stretched out his only movable right hand, rubbed his temples, pressed down the throbbing veins, and then continued to stare at the "squirming formula" in his mind.
I wonder if it was Xie Zhi's illusion. This time, Xie Zhi saw a book in those formulas.
In other words, those wriggling formulas were transformed into "a way that is easier for Xie Zhi to understand" and were reassembled and appeared in front of Xie Zhi in the form of a book.
The name of the book is "Zhang Zihe's Ladder Formula of Mental Skills".
etc……
Zhang Zihe?
Isn't this Zhang Hongmian's father?
Could it be that this is the seventh book mentioned by Zhang Hongmian?
The seventh book was actually recorded on the wall of the nursing home in the form of a formula?
No, no, how can a whole book be written on that small piece of wall?
No, no, no, the problem is not here. This is Liu Yuanfeng's room. Why does Zhang Zihe's book appear?
Xie Zhi's head became chaotic again, countless doubts surged up again because of the appearance of this book, and the veins pressing down on his temples began to bulge again.
Xie Zhi felt half of his head hurt like needles, so he could only give up thinking and continue to stretch out his hand to rub his temples.
"You can't go too far. There are many things that I can't think about right now."
Xie Zhi discovered that in this world illuminated by the huge moon, before his own abilities are up, he must not think randomly. The more he thinks, the faster he will die.
There are many things that seem to be full of secrets. Before you have the corresponding means to solve the puzzle and protect yourself, you may be able to live longer if it does not exist.
So, according to this "unwritten rule", what should I do now?
Maybe, I should relax and assume that these formulas are "part of the world view" and that they are normal?
Suppose I had this book "The Ladder Formula of Mental Skills" in my head when I was born. What would I do now?
Xie Zhi's eyes gradually narrowed. As the thoughts in his mind changed, the squirming formula book finally calmed down in his mind, as if he recognized Xie Zhi's idea.
"really……"
Xie Zhi murmured to himself.
He flipped through the formula book in his mind again, and his head hurt again, but this time the intensity of the headache was obviously much lighter.
As the feeling of thousands of needles pierced his cerebral cortex and disappeared in an instant, Xie Zhi finally opened the cover of the book.
"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more damage; the way of man is to make up for the deficiency when there is more damage..."
Wait, this is the Tao Te Ching?
Xie Zhi was stunned. The half-opened "Formula of the Ladder of Mind Techniques" suddenly lost its strength and closed it again.
And when Xie Zhi reopened the book and once again experienced the feeling of thousands of needles piercing his brain at the same time, he found that the content in the book he opened again was different.
"To cure modern diseases, we must restore people's life instinct and give it a new soul to give it a new interpretation of the meaning of life..."
This is...Nietzsche's "The Birth of Tragedy"...
Xie Zhi blinked. He swore that he had never read this book in his previous life, and his understanding of Nietzsche was limited to the sentence "What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger." But at this moment, with the book As soon as the above sentence appeared, many of Nietzsche's philosophical theories suddenly emerged in his memory.
And as his thoughts wandered, the words on the book changed again.
"All knowledge is divided into subjects and objects, and knowledge about self is also divided into 'the known me' and 'the knowing me'..."
What is it this time...Schopenhauer? "The Fourfold Root of the Principle of Sufficient Reason"?
Xie Zhi was dumbfounded. He felt that this squirming formula book was giving him a philosophy lesson. One after another, philosophers that he either knew or didn't know at all in his previous life, with their works and philosophical thoughts, walked like a revolving lantern. They passed before his eyes, and the most essential parts of their thoughts were projected into his mind along with this revolving process, forming a "brand."
Xie Zhi noticed that almost all spiritual imprints are about "people".
He didn't understand what this meant, but he knew that as the books in his mind continued to turn, there were more and more spiritual imprints in his conscious world.
This process is like some kind of "cramming education" that I received in my previous life. Those "educators" who impart knowledge do not expect students to understand the knowledge, but expect to transfer more relevant knowledge in the shortest possible time. Put it into students' minds so that when they encounter a question, the answer will pop out of their mind before they think about it.
As more and more spiritual imprints appeared in Xie Zhi's mind, gradually filling the entire conscious space, Xie Zhi felt that his entire conscious space was illuminated by the light emanating from various spiritual imprints.
Those colorful dazzling lights enveloped Xie Zhi's entire consciousness, and when the lights gradually dissipated, what appeared in front of Xie Zhi's eyes turned into the "thought palace" he entered at the end of the Tianguang Building incident.
Only this time, the palace of thought in front of me was magnificent, and every brick and tile seemed to be gilded.
It is the crystallization of the spiritual exploration of philosophers at home and abroad in ancient and modern times.
Xie Zhi raised his feet and found that he was standing in gray clouds. But as he walked towards the palace, the gray clouds gradually turned white.
Finally, Xie Zhi once again pushed open the door to the palace of thought.
But what was shown inside the palace gate was not the palace with a conference table and fourteen chairs, but a cozy log cabin.
Everything in the cabin is small.
A warm fire danced in the fireplace, and tea was spread out on the dining table.
Beside the dining table, Xie Zhi saw two phantoms, one blue and one red.
The blue shadow looked 70-80% similar to himself. Xie Zhi guessed that it was Crazy Scissors, or that it was Xie Zhi's original body before time travel.
The red shadow is a woman.
The woman is very good-looking, and her whole body is wrapped in a red dress.
Xie Zhi didn't know the woman, but the moment he saw her, he felt his heart being pulled.
Xie Zhi realized that it was Zhang Hongmian.
To be more precise, it was the emotional incarnation of Zhang Hongmian, Crimson Oath.
"Would you like tea? I just made it."
Crimson Oath raised the steaming teacup and smiled at Xie Zhi beside the dining table.
Xie Zhi was stunned, looked around, and found that he had sat on the edge of the dining table at some point.
There was no one at the door of the cabin.
No...I didn't just sit on the edge of the dining table...
Xie Zhi looked at his hands and found that his hands had turned into translucent blue shadows.
Xie Zhi realized that he had become a crazy scissor.
"I've been sitting here since the beginning?"
Xie Zhi looked at Zhang Hongmian, who was placing the steaming teacup in front of Xie Zhi.
"This is your thinking pavilion. From the beginning, you are all of us."
