Date: Friday, February 15, 2019
data:
"Thought Control"
[1. Thought power: 201kg (1156kg)]
[2. Thought stress: 134kg]
"Perception"
[1. Original perception: 223m (446m)]
[2.Micro perception: liquid level (part of water vapor)]
【3.Super perception: 3.8s】
"make dream"
[1. Dream system: 1 original + 4 accompanying + 35 secondary births] (Berican and other black people)
【2.Dream Bridge: 25.2 light days】
journal:
I have to say that my telekinesis after the second transformation has grown really fast. If four days ago, controlling the tent was like lifting a dumbbell, now it is just like holding a hammer, so I am going crazy.
Now that I have arrived in Ermelo, the scorching sun is always so annoying. Fortunately, there is air conditioning. I finally met the legendary lip disc tribe. It is said that the bigger the disc they can fit under their lower lip, the better their health. Beautiful, but in my opinion this is completely a manifestation of aesthetic distortion. I really can’t imagine what their ancestors went through.
Of course, I am not qualified to evaluate the aesthetics of different races. If one person is nurtured by the same soil and water, and we think it is not good-looking, it may be unique to others. We need to look at the problem from a dialectical perspective.
However, their sacrifice caught my attention - the dance full of weird colors, the unpleasant singing, and the extremely exaggerated movements. If I had to describe it, it was like a group of madmen waving their arms randomly on the ground, mouthing He was mumbling some strange words, as if he was using his own life to explain the injustice of God.
But this gave me some inspiration. Now the theme of my dream is steampunk, which is full of dusk-colored industrial style, but lacks some primitive dark elements. This sacrifice is a kind of occultism, and maybe it can be better Improve the worldview.
There may be some problems in this. It seems that the change in mentality has changed my original idealism into realism. From the day of the murder, it seems that the world view has become darker. Although it may not be without the influence of Bai Chen, I am happy with it.
…
story:
The huge spindle-shaped tent looms among the jagged clouds. More and more migratory birds have become its companions, including cold and proud eagles, flocks of petrels, and eye-catching storks... no matter they are hunting for prey. Both the predator and the prey are composing the hymn of life.
Chen Xingtian and his party finally left the endless sea and entered the magnificent African continent. Everything changed, there were more wild animals, the surrounding colors changed from blue to green, and even a little yellow, and the gathering places of humans also seemed to It’s like history went back in time and became more primitive——
The originally developed coastal cities have gradually turned into small towns and villages. These are still in areas with relatively developed transportation hubs. If you enter some jungles, mountains, and grassland areas, you can often see some "primitive people" walking through them without clothing. In their own tribe, this is the inherent impression that ordinary people have of Africa, which is full of strong African flavor.
The largest primitive ethnic group in South Africa is the Zulu ethnic group, which is closely related to KwaZulu-Natal. They are spread almost all over South Africa. According to incomplete statistics, the population reaches more than 10 million. They are the "foreign population". primitive". The vast majority of documentaries about primitive African tribes are about the Zulu, but of course other primitive peoples also occupy a place.
In a sense, the primitive tribes in Africa can be compared to the small mountain villages of the Celestial Dynasty, and the primitive peoples can be compared to the ethnic minorities. Most of what Chen Xingtian saw in the sky were Zulu, and there were also some other ethnic groups, among which the Lippan tribe could be represented. , and the inland areas belong to one of their activities.
Durban and Ermelo are located in the same governing province, that is, KwaZulu-Natal. One is a subtropical rainforest, and the other is a broadleaf forest transitioning to savanna. Although they are located in the same province, The scenery is completely different.
Chen Xingtian traveled more than a thousand kilometers and finally arrived at the edge of Ermelo town. Ermelo town occupies a large area of grassland and jungle. As a relatively famous tourist city in South Africa, some surrounding areas need to be preserved. pristine condition to ensure tourism revenue.
The tent flew slowly over the grassland. Below it was the African plain like the Hulunbuir Prairie. All kinds of wild animals decorated the endless green with colorful textures, adding a lot of vitality. Chen Xingtian found a thick baobab tree and put the tent Hanging on it.
In February, the interior of South Africa was also terribly hot. Fortunately, it wasn't the Sahara Desert, otherwise Chen Xingtian wouldn't even dare to put his tent on the ground.
"Here we are."
Chen Xingtian swam out of the tent, suspended by the tree, and put Ding Ruomeng and Kongkong on the ground. The direction he looked at was a swamp, with a few black figures walking by the lake.
This is an almost dry lake. The water level has dropped below the aquatic plants, exposing large areas of moss. It can be used as a swamp. It is the only water source within a hundred miles. Both wild animals and people draw water here.
Further away in his sight were clusters of thatched huts. Chen Xingtian flew higher and found that there were thousands of them, mostly round and square ones.
Then he fell to the ground, his face not red, his heart not beating: "Let's go and ask the locals where this jungle is. I miscalculated. I didn't expect that such a large area is completely covered with woods."
Ding Ruomeng rolled his eyes at him. This guy had obviously memorized the location of the treasure, but he got lost after traveling many times in the inland sky. Ermelo did know where it was, but going there rashly would only alert the snake. , it is better to start with the primitive tribes.
…
By the lake, five black women carrying buckets had finished fetching water and were preparing to return. One of them had a good look, as if she had discovered something.
"Wasa Kumu Xili Lusu." (Unknown language) (There seems to be someone on the other side of the grassland.)
"Tah?" (Unknown language) (Where?)
The remaining four women looked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough they saw two backpackers walking towards them in the grassland.
Gu Chen Xingtian heard them talking from afar, and his powerful insight allowed him to discover that the pronunciation of these women seemed to be very different from South African Mandarin.
'National language? Chen Xingtian secretly thought, just like the dialect, the situation in South Africa may be even more serious. He patted the air: "It's up to you."
They soon met at the edge of the swamp. The women were chattering around the two of them. Chen Xingtian and Ding Ruomeng looked confused. Not only were they unable to communicate with each other through language, they were also unable to communicate with each other through gestures.
Fortunately, with the empty language translation and Chen Xingtian's narration, Ding Ruomeng finally corrected the ambiguity in the gestures and managed to communicate with them. The five women roughly understood the origins of Chen Xingtian and others, and warmly invited them back to the tribe.
This is a hospitable tribe. The women kept introducing the tribe's customs, their unique culture and food with poor vocabulary, and warmly invited them to their homes. Chen Xingtian was noncommittal.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the tribe, a large group of black men stopped to watch. These men all had the unique markings of their tribe - there were some white plaster patterns on their faces, and each one was different; there were patterns on their necks and wrists. Dai has some souvenirs.
It is worth mentioning that these men were all shirtless, very muscular, and holding farm tools in their hands. They had obviously just returned from the fields. Although they were tribes, their civilization was farming.
A few bold black children came closer to observe them, their eyes full of curiosity. Chen Xingtian made no move. Only Ding Ruomeng smiled back, making these children look at each other in shock——
Depending on the effect of the questioning, Chen Xingtian decided to temporarily remove the facial disguise, which may have a different effect on the subsequent questioning. Chen Xingtian specially grew her hair for a few days. Now she has long hair reaching her shoulders, like a fairy, at least that is what Chen Xingtian thinks. Yes, the effect seems to be quite good.
While everyone was still communicating in low voices, a rickety old man came slowly towards them from a thatched cottage opposite Chen Xingtian. Some discerning men stepped forward to help Chen Xingtian. You don’t have the bad habit of standing around and letting others look for you, so you take the initiative.
The old man raised his head with difficulty. He looked very old. There were wrinkles on his face. His body seemed to be emaciated due to lack of calcium. He felt like he would be blown down by the wind at any time. Surprisingly, , he always has a smile on his face.
"Outsiders, why do you come to the Luoze tribe?" The old man first looked at Ding Ruomeng, but seemed to have no reaction. Then he looked at the person in charge, Chen Xingtian, who spoke fluent English.
Before Chen Xingtian could answer, the five women rushed to explain Chen Xingtian's purpose to the old man, as if someone had robbed their husbands.
Although the old man was old, his majesty was still there. He just glared at them and the women did not dare to say anything. He motioned to Chen Xingtian to continue telling the purpose of his visit. Chen Xingtian also spoke half-truths and half-falsehoods.
The old man seems to be a wise man in the tribe. He is knowledgeable and seems to be highly respected. Even if he is not a chief, he is almost like a chief. He usually ignores what happens in the tribe, such as communicating with outsiders.
By chance, Chen Xingtian learned that they were not the first group of outsiders to come to hunt for treasure. About three or four days ago, a group of people, about twenty people, also passed through their tribe. The most important thing is that these The people are all white.
Chen Xingtian narrowed his eyes slightly as he chewed on this information. Four days ago, more than 20 people with white skin appeared near Ermelo. If it were not a sensitive period, Chen Xingtian might have regarded these people as travelers, but now, the purpose is just that. It goes without saying, even considering the worst case scenario, that is, the treasure has been taken away by these people.
Then Chen Xingtian took out a picture, which was drawn by Ding Ruomeng based on his description. It was about eight points in length - this was the last scene in the prophecy. Of course, if he had no talent for painting, he would definitely be able to draw one point. Draw it accurately.
"Do you know this place?" Chen Xingtian asked. If he could ask here, he could save a lot of time.
The old man shook his head and said that he had never seen this place before. Based on the way of thinking of information entropy, Chen Xingtian asked everyone in the village. However, to his disappointment, everyone shook their heads.
Chen Xingtian had a headache. It had been a long time since the words were spoken. He could no longer remember the other scenes clearly. He only remembered the last one, which was also the most critical scene. Now that the clues were broken, he had to either find it himself or Go to town and find a guide.
However, Chen Xingtian was a little confused. There were already treasure hunters visiting this place. Is it true that no one in the tribe knew about this place? It seems a little unreasonable, but it doesn't feel like a coincidence. I always feel like I missed some important step.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, stared at the wise old man, and said solemnly: "I want the people in your tribe to answer my question again. Don't shake your head or nod, answer verbally."
The old man was a little confused and asked again what the operation was. Could he still ask if it was possible to make a flower? Although he was a little unhappy, looking at Chen Xingtian's sincere look, he still mobilized everyone present to answer Chen Xingtian's question again.
"Do you know this place?"
"have no idea."
"Ever been to this place?"
"No."
…
To the north of the Luoze tribe, in the middle of the savanna, an unkempt black young man was walking feebly. Many places on his body were stained, but the wounds were very shallow. They seemed to have been scratched by branches. Except for a hideous blood hole, there are still There is blood in Yin Yin.
His eyes were full of numbness, and the way he looked at everything was so dull, as if he had experienced the biggest setback in his life and was rushing back unhurriedly.
After an unknown amount of time, the grassy road under the young man's feet turned into a familiar dirt road - the main traffic road of the Luoze tribe. He raised his neck and his eyes seemed to regain some energy.
Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps approached him from far away: "Ali, you are finally back. We have been looking for you for three days. Where have you been?" The other one was shorter than the young man. The fat young man with his head looked worried and said that they looked 70% similar and seemed to be brothers.
Ali tried his best to smile and pretended to be calm: "It's okay, it's okay. I went hunting in the North Grassland and accidentally got lost. Aren't you back now?"
The fat young man had a look of disbelief. Looking at the shocking injuries on his body, he blamed him: "Did you run away with those outsiders? And you have so many injuries on your body?"
Facing the fat young man's questioning, Ali could only smile and change the subject: "Hey, little Rat, it's so lively over there, is there any happy event?"
Seeing that Ali refused to say anything, the fat young man named Lat stopped asking: "There are two more outsiders visiting over there, and the priest is talking to them... Let me tell you, these foreigners look really weird. Especially the white-haired woman, whose facial features are as small as those of a meerkat, I almost cried because of her ugliness..."
Latte kept chattering, but when he just mentioned outsiders, Ali shook unconsciously, which seemed to arouse some bad memories in him. Ali quickly said: "What do you care about these people?" , I’m going back first, and I also advise you to have less contact with these people.”
Without saying anything more, Ali turned around and walked towards his home, Latte hurriedly followed, and this scene happened to be seen by Chen Xingtian who was not far away.
