Chapter 6 The Truth Comes Quietly

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"To start with the time when I knew [Truth], it should have been three to four months ago. Although I can't remember exactly when it happened, it must have happened last semester... "

Lin Jiaojiao's ambiguous statement about time did not arouse Wu Ming's deep feelings. On the contrary, Zhao Sida interrupted the girl who was about to start reminiscing.

"Excuse me, the time span of 'last semester' is very large. Even if you give the condition of 'happened three to four months ago', the remaining time span is still very large, and the specific time can be more accurate. A little bit? Since it is difficult for human memory to recall something so long ago to the precise minute and second, and restore it accurately, so at least please try to keep the time as accurate as possible within a month..."

Faced with Zhao Sida's somewhat difficult request, Lin Jiaojiao was obviously a little embarrassed: "This... I really can't remember exactly which month it became popular... At that time, I had no interest in this kind of thing at all. I have paid attention to it, so I only remember a rough idea of ​​the time. It should have been a while after school started, and it was at that point before the midterm test..."

As Lin Jiaojiao said, it is normal for urban legends that were trivial to her a few months ago to not be able to remember the specific time when they happened.

Human memory is actually a very unreliable thing. Generally speaking, information that is not cared about, such as eating, sleeping, drinking water, and trivial life matters that are not deliberately written down can basically be stored in human memory. A memory that can be maintained for about twenty-four hours is considered very good. A memory that can be maintained for thirty-six to forty-eight hours can be regarded as a very amazing memory. If you can immediately and clearly recall the content of the chat with your colleagues the day before yesterday, drinking it in one day A few glasses of water, what time did I have lunch and what did I eat...

It is recommended that you see a doctor.

But on the other hand, what is very amazing is that if you gradually recall related things, you can slowly advance your memory time back to seventy-two hours ago, and you will never be able to remember what day you ate for lunch. When something happens, if someone suddenly comes over and swears to you that what you ate that day was a plate of spaghetti that gave you diarrhea. After a brief period of doubt and confusion, your brain will automatically add various details to support the authenticity of the pasta you ate the day before yesterday.

This kind of supplementary details includes, but is not limited to, the texture and taste of this pasta, whether it is cooked or not, and how many times you have diarrhea after eating it. Even if the pasta that gave you diarrhea was not the day before yesterday, your brain and your memory They will also try to use this method to make you 'believe' that this happened at noon the day before yesterday.

This is a very cruel fact. In fact, human senses and memory are not reliable enough. The eyes will cause illusions due to visual deception, and the sense of smell will sense odors due to strong aromas. It is difficult for people to just Rely on taste and texture to tell the difference between vegetarian meat products made from plant protein and normal meat. Slight pain can be transformed into pleasure and your memory will also become objective facts due to self-beautification and external interference. Things that are far from each other or simply the opposite.

It is still unclear how much of Lin Jiaojiao's memory that she is reconstructing through language is a statement of objective facts, and how much of it is subjective private information mixed with self-beautification and imagination accumulated over time.

After the scene was deadlocked for a moment, Wu Ming waved his hand and said, "Okay, Old Zhao, don't embarrass Lin Jiaojiao. After all, human memory is not as reliable as machines or words. You want a person to recall it accurately." The trivial things that happened several months ago are simply a fantasy..."

Seeing what Wu Ming said, Zhao Sida had to make concessions: "Okay, then you continue."

"Oh, okay, that happened last semester. I can't remember exactly whether it happened three months or four months ago, but it must have become popular before the midterm test." Lin Jiaojiao frowned. Brows tried hard to recall the relevant memories, "At that time, an urban legend suddenly became popular among the students in the class in private, saying that if you eat a kind of food called [Truth], it is said to be able to nourish the brain, improve intelligence, and strengthen the body. Quality can greatly improve learning ability and concentration, and achieve twice the result with half the effort when studying. In the beginning, no one cared about this kind of thing, and there was no way to verify it, so everyone always regarded it as "brain black silver" or "brain black silver". Life No. 2's jokes come and go until the day of the test..."

"Every time I hear the word "double the result with half the effort," I feel very scared. But before Lin Jiaojiao said a few words, Wu Ming whispered beside him with a look of horror on his face, "The thing is obviously only half done, but the work has already been done." More than twice as much. It’s really terrible..."

Zhao Sida glanced at Wu Ming with a white light in her eyes: "Please correctly understand the era and meaning of the idiom, and do not add personal understanding to it at will."

"This is the first time I've seen someone understand gong as the gong that does the gong..." Lin Jiaojiao muttered in a low voice. The girl who was interrupted by Wu Ming and then turned around to continue the topic was also a little dumbfounded. "Wait a minute, where did I just say...?"

After Wu Ming was twisted by Zhao Sida's arm several times, he had to speak seriously to bring the topic back: "Let's talk about the test."

"Oh, yes, a test. It may be a weekly test or a small test in class. There are a few..."

Before Lin Jiaojiao could finish her words, Wu Ming once again took over the topic: "There are a few students with poor academic performance who are like cheating. Their grades have rushed from the bottom of the class to the top, and then they have become famous. Is it right?"

"Yes... no!? How did you know?" Lin Jiaojiao's eyes widened in surprise, her watery eyes filled with doubts and surprise.

"Nonsense, this is the most basic conjecture based on the context. If you take the initiative to talk about these things with me, you must feel that there is something evil in this matter." Wu Ming rolled his eyes and said without being ashamed at all. He poked his chest with his thumb and boasted, "And I, as you can see, saved you from fire and water three times when we met. Every time you got into an extraordinary incident, I arrived in time to solve it. Abnormalities must have demons, and if you want to understand something so evil, you must first ask me, a worldly expert without a white beard."

As he said that, Wu Ming shrugged slightly: "Besides, if it caused any food safety issues, you wouldn't come to me. I'm afraid the head teacher, the school, and the parents of the students would have already fallen out with the local news channel in the morning. Very good, I still read the news. In the past six months, I have not seen news headlines like 'Black-hearted health products harm students', so I made a bold guess."

Lin Jiaojiao, whose thoughts were exposed, sighed: "Actually, it's not bad. Just like Brother Wu Ming said, their test scores are all very good. Even the teacher is wondering if these students who usually have poor academic performance are... They cheated, but suspicion was suspicion. The teacher did not find any evidence to prove that they cheated. In the end, they did not find out the reason and let it go. After that, the grades of those students were quite stable, basically at the front of the class. Level ten.”

"At that time, I had not yet come into contact with [the truth], and those scumbag classmates also kept silent about the secret of their successful counterattack. Until one day, my good friend in the class stopped me after school one day and told me Only when the physical object was brought to me did I know how they did it.”