Wu Ming would inevitably take a very big risk by informing Alex and others about the nature and principles of this place. He also considered how to clean up the mess if serious consequences were caused: At that time, he could only aggrieve Lin Jiaojiao and Ya Alex, please take them to the reception area of the containment space to rest for a while - after all, life is more important than any psychological problems, and having a companion to hide from the limelight can also reduce the psychological shadow. few.
What really made Wu Ming give up keeping secrets and take the risk to tell them the truth was the calculation results of the auxiliary device.
After integrating all the known information according to the auxiliary device, the conclusion is:
Rather than letting them believe that they can get out of the maze built by common cognition on their own, it is better to put the truth directly in front of them and simply and crudely overturn their previous speculations.
The unknown and fear will make people involuntarily think wildly, and it is difficult to leave them with a sense of trust that they can escape from the maze based on the magical power of the module - after all, there has been a precedent for the failure of the transmission module before. The knowledge that escaping from the maze is of little use has been more or less implanted in the hearts of several of them. If they happen to form some worse common knowledge in their random thoughts, things may become even worse. trouble.
And now that we understand the operating mechanism and principles here, it won't be a problem to escape from this weird cycle.
As long as it is guided correctly.
When' we get stuck in some kind of infinite loop maze. 'After this common understanding formed by fog and speculation was broken, gaps naturally appeared in this maze of perceptions.
This area can't trap them for much longer.
After repeating the cycle three times, Wu Ming successfully led them out of the wishing area with extremely low visibility. When the influence of the dense fog reduced and the visibility gradually returned to a distance of about ten meters, Wu Ming and the others finally arrived at the center of the collapse.
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Wu Ming saw men and women gathered in a circle in the square to perform some kind of cult ritual. They were also blocked by several young men and women holding various strange-shaped swords.
"I will not let you hinder this ceremony." Surrounded by those men and women in strange clothes, a man with a worrying hairline and a very worrying hair volume, at first glance, there may be only a thin layer of hair left. A slightly bald man walked out, carrying a fantasy sword that looked like a human spine, "We want to make this place coincide with the real world, and use this as an opportunity to start a new era."
Alex's face turned livid: "Do you know how many casualties this behavior will cause to innocent people? Have you considered your compatriots in the real world?"
"Don't confuse us with those stupid humans!" The slightly bald man brandished the spine-shaped fantasy sword and showed a smug smile, "Although we were one of those stupid people not long ago, we are no longer the same. Now! The people standing here are all the pioneers who guide human evolution! Look! This is the symbol of being the chosen one! I, Otto, will work with them to set off changes in the decayed and outdated human world!"
Lin Jiaojiao looked at the side with goosebumps falling all over the floor in embarrassment: "Hey...it doesn't sound like such a thing in the animation, but it feels a bit embarrassing to be read out like this in reality... "
Wu Ming tilted his head, covered his mouth with his hand, but whispered to Lin Jiaojiao in a voice that everyone could hear: "This bald Otto also gave himself a very foreign name..."
The air was frozen until Lin Jiaojiao burst out laughing, breaking the frozen atmosphere.
Opposite the group of young people in strange clothes also heard the sound of suppressed laughter.
"My name is Otto! Don't call me bald! Give them all to me! Crush them!" Perhaps it was the ridicule of his companions that made Otto lose face. He suddenly became furious and drew out his fantasy sword like a spine and charged at Wu Ming Come.
At the same time, the seven or eight young men and women dressed as if they had just walked out of a comic exhibition also drew their own fantasy swords and rushed over.
Wu Ming: "Brother Hunter, Lao Zhao, please be gentle, they are probably ordinary people..."
"Instructions have been received, switch to combat mode, combat targets: school students, former office workers, young people in society, etc. The threat level of the targets is low, real-time combat calculation is started." The doll girl's eyes flashed and she threw dozens of sticks with both hands. The transparent thread moved towards the psyker.
Alex could also tell by their words and deeds that the physical qualities of the psychics in front of him were no different from ordinary people. In the end, the macho old hunter shook his head and cut his wrist with a rune knife, letting the blood flow. The blood spurted out and dripped to the ground in a line: "Hey..."
The blood spurted out surged and wrapped Alex's hands, forming a pair of fists made of blood, and then the old hunter joined the battle group like a human tank.
"No matter what happens, follow me and don't stay too far away from me." Wu Ming tilted his head and whispered to Lin Jiaojiao, then turned his head and taunted Otto: "Be a human being, little kid Obal! You have been captured. The three of us are surrounded, if we surrender now we will lose half the battle."
"Be a human? Haha, from the moment of awakening I am no longer a human! Now I have surpassed human beings!" Otto, oh no, Otto shook his spine sword, and the complete fantasy sword was accompanied by click click click. The sound of transformation unfolded one by one, swinging towards Wu Ming like a soft whip and a sharp sword!
Wu Ming did not dodge, but looked up at the Spinal Whip Sword that was getting closer and closer to him.
Ding!
A burst of sparks flashed in the void, bringing a moment of light to the foggy environment.
The originally indestructible fantasy sword met its opponent for the first time. The soft whip sword did not cut Wu Ming's body like a hot knife cutting through butter as Otto imagined. Instead, it was about one or two meters away from him. It was bounced away, and rows of hexagonal shield patterns arranged in honeycombs flashed away with this attack.
The imaginary sword that had always been invincible in the past and could cut through any material was unexpectedly blocked, which filled Otto's face with uncontrollable surprise. With his knowledge as an ordinary person not long ago, it was natural that he could not understand what had just happened. , but when he saw the intact Wu Ming still smiling mockingly at him, Otto also realized that his attack was not effective.
Wu Ming's eyes trembled as he watched the shield value of the Fantasy Great Sword drop by one percentage point. He was secretly surprised at the strength of the Fantasy Great Sword while increasing the energy distribution of the shield module. But the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he still maintained a condescending look that wanted to be beaten, and he stepped up his efforts to ridicule Otu: "It's not a big deal, and you are beyond human beings and I haven't seen you cure hair loss and baldness. "
Hair loss and baldness have always been a pain in Otto's heart. Long before he took [Truth] and experienced sublimation and became a psyker, he was deeply trapped in the horror of hair loss and baldness in the future. Whether it was good or bad, there were always people. To make fun of his hair loss, this was true when he was a student, and it was also true after entering society. There will always be people looking at him with pity or ridicule, and when Otto became a psyker and found that there was still no way to cure himself, , hair loss and baldness became a pain in his heart.
Now Wu Ming's personal attack was more than just a poke in the sore foot, it had even escalated to the level of pouring salt on the wound.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Shut up! I'm going to kill you!!!"
