At the same time that Meng Fei woke up from his dream, Liu Gang, who was sleeping on his desk in the room one floor away, also woke up.
But his awakening was accompanied by a sharp pain that made him cry out.
Glancing at his left hand, he screamed even more.
His left hand from palm to elbow was like a pig's trotter that had just been burnt with a flamethrower, exuding a strong smell of burning.
"Nima, what's going on!"
Beads of sweat broke out from his forehead.
His first reaction was that the room was on fire, or that the laptop had caught fire and burned his hand.
However, he looked up and down and found that the desk was clean and intact.
Although the notebook that was still open was a little warm, it had nothing to do with the fire.
Not to mention the desk where he slept, there was no sign of a fire in the entire room.
The only thing in the room that showed signs of being burned was his left hand. Even the sleeve of his left hand was intact. Only his hands were burned.
Did someone sneak in, roll up his sleeves while he was sleeping, and roast pig trotters for him with a flamethrower?
No, that's impossible. The door was locked and there was no sign that the window had been opened. And he wouldn’t wake up after being burned like this!
"I know, this is a superpower!"
People of this era already knew that any supernatural phenomena were attributed to supernatural powers.
As for people with supernatural powers, there is one not far from the scene.
Although he didn't remember that he followed Meng Fei here, he clearly remembered that Meng Fei and he lived in the same hotel, and they were only separated by one floor.
"Meng Fei!
"It must be him who deliberately stayed in the same hotel as me just to wait for an opportunity to take revenge!
“No, I want to have his injuries examined, I want to report the crime, I want him to go to jail!
"I can't spare him!"
he thought angrily. But another thing occurred to him.
That was a case related to supernatural powers. No matter who he reported the case to, it would eventually be handed over to the Superpower Bureau for processing.
Isn't Meng Fei a specially appointed expert from the Wutong City Superpower Bureau?
Although it is said that Rongdu has a Rongdu Superpower Bureau and a Superpower Department, who knows if they will be colluding within the same system?
In his confused thoughts, he opened the door with his only available hand.
The burning pain is getting worse. Apart from going to the hospital right away, he had no time to think of anything else.
…
While Liu Gang was being tortured to death by burns, Meng Fei was also being tortured by women.
"look into my eyes."
Suzaku's eyes were very close to his, or rather, their faces were very close. This position is what it feels like to be about to kiss.
But a normal romantic kiss requires you to close your eyes. But now Meng Fei opened his eyes as hard as a dead fish.
"How's it going? Do you feel it?"
"No."
“Don’t look like you’re resisting.
"If it weren't for your teacher Luo An's sake, how could I have the time to train a junior like you?
“Your spiritual sense is really like wood.
"Don't talk about demons. Any origin scholar who can channel can easily kill you."
"No, I found that it's not a problem with your spiritual sense.
"It's you who is imagining things.
“You have to look me in the eye seriously—seriously.
"meditation."
Meng Fei was indeed looking into her eyes seriously, but the ambiguous distance and posture made him think wildly.
Her eyes are the standard brown-black eyes of a green man.
Under the brown crystal-like irises, it looked like an endless desert blown by the wind, with radioactive ravines moving slightly in the wind.
When his eyes focused on the dark pupils gathered in the countless ravines in the desert, and he really started to meditate, the desert instantly expanded and swallowed him up.
He saw a flaming desert.
The hot sand stretches as far as the eye can see, scorched by the blazing sun. Looking up, there is only the scorching sun directly overhead, and no clouds can be seen in the sky.
"Is this your realm of consciousness?"
Meng Fei asked.
"right."
"Why is it so real and not flawless at all?"
The "intentional realm" in originology is the world constructed by consciousness. In other words, he is now in Suzaku's consciousness, which is Suzaku's dream.
The first step as an origin scholar is to understand arithmetic and negentropy, and to exercise the arithmetic ability of your brain.
The second step is to use this empty calculation ability to achieve "channeling".
The so-called channeling is simply using your own brain to enter the conscious world of others.
Physically speaking, it means manipulating one's own brain waves to establish a direct connection with other people's brains.
Meng Fei took a two-hour course on the basics of Originology from Luo An, and had not yet reached the stage of learning about psychics.
Therefore, Suzaku could only teach him the most basic psychic method: looking into the other person's eyes and meditating on his own, to force a breakthrough.
The world of others is a world maintained by others using their own consciousness to extract empty computing power.
If the opponent's calculation power is weak, then the mind is also weak, and it is easy for someone to crack and steal information, or even lead to a mental breakdown.
Most people's dreams are like this, elusive and fragile.
But if the opponent's aerial calculation ability is strong, the realm of mind will become real, complex, and even indestructible.
Just like this solid desert, you have no way of starting.
Meng Fei held the sand in his hand. Each of these grains of sand as fine as powder is crystal clear, without any sense of illusion.
"Don't you really want to know who I am?
“Want to know where I come from and what do I do?
“Then come and find him.
“This is my realm of consciousness, the world of consciousness.
“Contents of consciousness can be hidden, but they cannot disappear.”
Suzaku stood in the desert, with the strong wind blowing her red hair and the hem of her shirt constantly fluttering in the wind. She was so beautiful that it made people imagine.
In the realm of consciousness, the content of consciousness cannot be hidden and must be manifested. But being present does not mean it can be stolen.
Just like you have a lot of gold and silver jewelry. You can't stop people from knowing you have it, but you can lock them away with a box.
As long as your treasure chests are strong enough, no one can steal them.
Meng Fei's situation is more embarrassing. He can't even find the treasure chest.
"That must have been buried by you...with sand."
He thought for a while and answered this way.
Just as he was thinking this, the desert collapsed, and the grains of sand in his hand disappeared without warning.
After the desert disappeared, what was revealed were rows of huge bookshelves buried in the sand and arranged neatly.
The bookshelves and aisles, as well as the thick books on the bookshelves, gave him a very familiar feeling.
This is not a library, this is the 004 library of Moon Hall, where he currently works and works!
"This is the embodiment of your consciousness. You expose your own consciousness."
Suzaku reminded him.
Although her mental realm is the embodiment of her consciousness, when Meng Fei breaks in, Meng Fei's consciousness will also have a certain impact on this mental realm.
If you want to PK, you have to rely on the "empty computing power" of both parties to PK.
Whoever can obtain more computing power from the void will have greater control. Of course, the owner of Yijie here will have the advantage of home field.
