"How to invade a human body?" The Giant Viewer thought about how to answer this question: "Touch a body without a soul, and when you come back to consciousness, it will be like your own body."
"That's it," Mir thought: "In other words, what you enter is not actually the physical space, but the space where the soul is."
"It can be said that," Giant Viewer raised his palm: "With such a large body, if it invades the physical space, it will probably burst the person."
"By the way, is the soul something that only humans have?" Mill fell into a philosophical question, whether consciousness is only available to humans. This issue was debated endlessly in previous lives, but in this world, it has probably been solved, because, This world really has a soul.
"Biological souls are not limited to human beings," a clear voice came from the mind, popularizing science like a prophet: "Biological souls are not born innately, but are perfected the day after tomorrow."
"This concept is a bit novel. Who said it?" This is the first time that Mir has heard a similar concept.
"There may be similar theories, but I came up with this concept myself," Ellie said with a little pride: "Before I fell asleep, I had not seen biological souls, that is, living beings. At that time, there were only gods.
The prerequisite for the birth of every living being is the body. The body is the breeding ground for living beings and can give birth to living beings. "
Having said this, Ellie pondered for a while and continued: "In rare cases, the body can even give birth to two or more souls. Of course, these are rare cases."
"We call this multiple personality over there, we think it is a mental illness," Mir said.
"It's an interesting statement, but I don't think it is a disease. Although having two souls in one body does have a lot of inconveniences, as long as it is used properly, it is a natural advantage."
"I agree with your point of view, but in that world, spiritual research was almost in its infancy. People were trying to dissect the material world, and the spiritual world was still barren. Many people even believed that the spirit did not exist. Those people are absolute materialists.”
"Material determines the soul. This can indeed be said from the biological level, but the concept of the non-existence of spirit makes me a little confused." Ellie's mind was spinning, and she couldn't figure out how to come to this conclusion. .
"People will have disputes about things that cannot be proven to exist. People there still have a long way to go to explore the spiritual field."
"Are you pursuing a world where materialism is extreme? It's also very interesting."
Lawrence looked at Mir who was in a daze, and felt a little entangled in his heart. He was wondering whether to disturb the god who was meditating, because the place was about to collapse.
Fortunately, the sound of a stone falling brought Mir back from his scattered thoughts. His eyes focused on the huge hole and the crumbling top next to it: "Is this place about to collapse?"
"I think so," Lawrence wiped the fine beads of sweat on his face and waved his hand to disperse the dust raised by the falling stones.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire basement seemed to have experienced a major earthquake. The stones on the top lost their bearings and all fell with a crash.
"Lawrence," Mir shouted subconsciously.
Lawrence, who was squatting on the ground and protecting his head with both hands, looked up in confusion when he heard his name. He only saw the huge pale body protecting the two of them, and the falling rocks fell on it, which was bigger than a sponge. The ball isn't much stronger.
After a while, the basement was reduced to ruins. A broad, pale figure lifted up and pushed away the surrounding stones, revealing two people inside who were unharmed.
Mir looked calmly in the distance: "Lawrence, go and inform the church. There should be about ten heretics who have escaped here. Your pocket watch has not been recovered. In terms of search, those knights should be professionals. .
Also, don’t forget the piles of poor children in the distance, but when the church comes here, they should be able to properly accommodate them. "
"It's up to you." Lawrence lowered his head slightly and said, "Why is there an extremely unpleasant rancid smell here?" Then he glanced at the pale white giant with a sad expression: "I wish you good luck."
After saying this, he climbed up from the ruins and gradually walked away.
After Lawrence walked away, Mir looked at the big guy in front of him calmly: "Do you still want to stay in reality?"
"I think," it looked into the distance and then at the house full of poor children, "but more than that, I want them to rest in peace."
"No," Mir shook his head: "I'm not talking about them."
There was a hint of doubt and curiosity on the human face of Giant Viewer.
"I'm thinking about a question, whether any creature with a soul space can accommodate you."
"this......"
The moonlight was shining on the earth, and Mir and the Giant Watch were walking on the dilapidated streets. There were no pedestrians on the streets. It was probably because the heretics had made people panic recently, and no one dared to go out at this moment.
This made Mir frown slightly. Didn't the noble's legal office set up an office here? It has still been penetrated.
There are more than a thousand people in the judicial office. How many people have died in the slum, it is estimated that there are not a hundred but fifty. The entire slum is shrouded in a pungent stench. Can the nobles really not see it?
It is still to put pressure on the church. After all, heresy is mainly under the control of the church.
If that's the case, you'll probably see the results in the newspaper in two days.
Mir shook his head and stopped thinking about these issues. From the perspective of a high-ranking person, people's lives would become a series of numbers and consumables to achieve their goals.
"How come there isn't even a dead mouse?" Mir looked at the dilapidated streets illuminated by the moonlight, becoming more and more confused in his heart: "Shouldn't this environment be a hothouse for mice?"
"Maybe it was eaten," Ellie said calmly, "it's still meat after all."
Mir twitched the corner of his mouth, this was really irrefutable.
The soft moonlight shone on the dilapidated streets, reflecting the dead silence.
The pungent rancid smell was mixed with an unpleasant musty smell.
But his nose seemed to be on strike and he couldn't smell anything.
Mir stopped,
Could it be that apart from humans, not a single animal body could be found?
"Huh?" Just as he said this, Mir looked at the corpse not far away with a surprised look on his face. He saw a tattered white kitten body in the distance.
Mir quickly walked over and looked at it with a puzzled face. He saw this tattered white kitten covered with fine maggots all over its body. Many of its internal organs were even exposed, as if it had been dismembered.
"Why is there a dead cat here?" Mir looked at it with confusion. Even mice would be eaten, so how could a cat be randomly thrown on the street.
"They were probably poisoned to death," Ellie thought for a while and thought of a possibility: "Cats can eat mice, so they became competitive with the people in the slums. For the only source of meat, everyone poisoned the cats to death. , but cats that have been poisoned cannot eat it.”
"This..." Mir looked at the tattered kitten in front of him with a complicated face: "If the people here didn't live so hard, it would probably be someone's pet."
"Ellie, do you have a way to repair it? After all, not long ago, you repaired my body that was photographed into a sauce."
"It's not a difficult task," Ellie said in a different voice: "Unfortunately, it's night now, and the stolen sunlight is too weak, but the big guy probably won't be able to wait until dawn."
"Is that so? Isn't the refracted sun not enough to support His arrival?" Mir's pupils, which were filled with hope, suddenly dimmed. He looked at the broken cat in his hand, then at the big guy next to him, and sighed helplessly. Take a breath.
Seeing Mir's sadness, the big guy said softly: "Mir, you have given me a lot. Death is not terrible. I can face it calmly."
"But, you still want to stay here, don't you?" Mir looked at it with a gentle expression, and the psychological shadow when he came was resolved in such a wonderful way.
The gentle wind weakened the stink of the stew under the streets. Although the noses of the people here were already working, the wind still blew out a hint of desolation and loneliness.
"Actually," while everyone was silently waiting for death, Ellie suddenly said playfully in her mind: "Fire can also be used."
"What?" Mir was stunned for a moment when he heard the sudden words, and then a trace of joy filled his heart.
"I am the sun goddess and the lord of all fiery stars," Ellie's proud tone echoed in Mir's mind, which was so gratifying.
"Yes, your authority is heat, and all the heat in the world is yours," Mir couldn't help but said it directly, and then looked at the big guy beside him: "There is a way."
Hope and joy welled up in the heart of the big guy. Although it could indeed face death calmly, when he saw all the beauty in this world and a lovely person, he still hoped to stay after all.
"Fire, fire, fire," Mir muttered this word, and turned to look around. The dilapidated streets seemed to be full of flammable materials, and it seemed that only one fire was needed to burn the entire place.
There was nothing about Cormel that could ignite the flames.
At this moment, I saw a gleam of fire burning in a house in the distance. It was not the bright color unique to gas lamps, but the orange-yellow color of flames.
Looking at the distant fire is like a lost ship sighting a lighthouse.
Mir walked quickly towards the house and came to the door. Looking at the crooked door, Mir looked at the big guy behind him, raised his index finger slightly and put it close to his mouth, like a pair of robbers.
Seeing Mir's movements, the big guy also raised his index finger and quietly hid behind the house.
Seeing the shadow covering the whole guy, Mir knocked on the door.
The sound of breaking dishes and chopsticks suddenly sounded in the room, and then everything fell into silence.
No one opened the door for a long time. Mir stopped knocking on the door, opened his mouth and thought for a while, then said: "Hello, is there anyone? I am from the Church of the Earth, we believe in the Mother Earth, and the captain is Anna. During this time It seems very uneasy here, we will provide protection, can you come in?"
After finishing this combination of punches, subtle footsteps finally sounded in the house.
After a while, the door was opened a crack, and a suspicious look came out. After seeing Mir's healthy face and the lack of people around, he finally opened the door.
After the door opened, a small and thin girl was revealed. She was only as tall as Mir's waist, with dirty but cute cheeks, a little fearful eyes, messy hair, and a half-year-old baby in her arms. The baby didn't cry or fuss, and even looked a little tired.
Mir showed a gentle smile and said softly: "Child, are your parents at home?"
The girl shook her head, held the baby in her arms, and pulled a little tight, making the baby gasp.
"It's okay. I don't mean any harm. Can I come into the house and ask you some questions?"
She froze in place, seeming to be thinking, and then walked to the side of the door to make way for Mir.
Mir stepped in. There was a small bed in the room, and a place where a fire could be lit in the corner. A small pile of firewood was burning quietly there, and the thick smoke blackened the walls.
There were some water stains in the center, a rotten bowl in the corner, and a boiled rat on the small table beside it.
The girl held the baby and walked to the flames and squatted down. The firelight reflected her cheeks and penetrated her amber eyes. At this time, she finally discovered the maggot-covered white cat in Mir's hand.
"Cat!" She pointed at Mir's hand and screamed in fear. Holding the baby in one hand, she walked quickly to the small table, grabbed the boiled mouse in her hand, and hid it behind her back.
"It's dead." Mir held the kitten in both hands. After the girl came over and looked at it for a while, she raised her head and looked at Mir with wide eyes: "Did you kill it?"
Mir shook his head and looked at the baby in the girl's hands. The baby was holding the quilt around his neck with one hand. He was already out of breath: "The baby is going to be out of breath."
The girl looked down and looked at the baby whose face was a little red. She quickly threw away the mouse in her hand and held up the baby with both hands.
The baby seemed to want to cry, but she was so exhausted that she couldn't even cry.
Mir walked to the firewood pile and sat down. He placed the white cat next to the fire. The hot flames roasted the fine maggots on its body to a sizzling sound. The girl looked at the cat next to the fire and sat down. .
"Where is your family?" Mir's emerald green eyes were burned by the flames, and he looked at the amber eyes full of doubts.
"Me, my child," the girl picked up the baby in her hands and showed it to Mir as if she were showing off a good thing.
"Your child?" Mir's eyes were full of surprise. Looking at this thin body and tender cheeks, he felt a little choked up in his heart.
"This is not her child." Fortunately, at this moment, a clear voice sounded in his mind, which took away half of Mir's uncomfortable mood.
"Who gave you your child?"
