On the original planet, a mountain village of dusty soil is embedded in the forest of trees and bushes. If you look closer, the houses in the mountain village are made of yellow mud mixed with straw. Some acres are peeled off by wind and rain. Some acres fills the broken spider webs. Before lunch time, bursts of blue smoke emerge from the low chimney of such a dirt house.

Through the chimney, the fiery red flames licked the big pot to heat the water in the pot, and a pot of hot water came out of the oven. The painful cry of a woman giving birth came from the low room. With a loud cry, a boy was born, and Shanwa was the name of this child.

Time passed like water. The children who were slamming in the mountains experienced the childhood of picking up slingshots to shoot birds, the malnutritional teenager who was hungry and full. The young man who experienced the death of his parents experienced the helplessness of the mountain village being looted by bandits. He left the mountain village in a wandering place and rolled into the plain. On the eastern plain, he experienced a nuclear war of five hundred years. When the fire of technology flowed out from a mountain area again, the plain entered the city-state era. The steam engine hammer hit and slaves worked day and night in factories.

This ignorant young mountain kid who walked out of the mountainous area was naturally arrested after entering the #plain. It is called a kind of unpleasant consumable on the factory's "fuel" assembly line in the eyes of the city-state owner. This high-pressure policy did not last long, and a large-scale slave riot broke out.

As the chaotic and frenzy crowd ran out of the factory and smashed it everywhere, regained their freedom to walk onto the street, and broke into a home willfully, waving the curved and rusty iron rod in the eyes of an old man and a girl in the house. They frantically smashed all the boxes in the kitchen, and the wood chips flew all over the room. After smashing the boy in the mountain, he looked at some bread in the broken boxes, sobbing in the corners of his eyes, swallowing the bread in big mouthfuls, and years of grievance burst out with the swallowing process.

The food was paddled into the esophagus and the feeling was not gone. A group of laughing people rushed in, and the family that was smashed to open the door by themselves had another serious disaster. The girl's crying and screaming, and the rioters did not have the crazy laughter of tomorrow to carry the mountain baby on her.

In this small room, the chaotic and noisy sounds and crazy things happened. Suddenly, Shanwa felt that everything in front of him was out of place with him. The weak were in pain, and the weaker whined. He became a bystander. His eyes were lost and his mind was blank. Three seconds later, Shanwa held the curved iron rod tightly, and his eyes showed wildness and smashed it hard behind the heads of the men pressing against the girls.

The attacked man roared in pain and turned around, punched the flesh and knocked the mountain baby down, and rushed over, but found a knife light flashing below his eyes, and red liquid splashed. Then his eyes turned black and he lost consciousness. Shanba held the kitchen knife he touched after falling, and looked at the hideous man who had been cut through the artery of the neck by himself. He opened Shanba's eyes confused by blood and looked at the bright red world in front of him. He spoke incoherently about his first killing: "No, this is not what I want to see, this world is not mine."

The sound of fire #gun platoon # shooting appeared outside the street. The suppression troops had arrived. Shanwa instantly returned to his soul. Ten minutes later, he looked back at the city gate that was closed. Shanwa suddenly felt the helplessness of the world being so great that there was nowhere to go.

The declining back disappeared after the night. Ten years later, pairs of combat boots stepped on the growing grass. Cities and state troops wearing close-fitting steel armor, holding fire #guns gathered outside a mountainous area, and the fire #guns shot at the red flags on the cliffs. The heavy-caliber artillery set off a storm of metal gravel and soil mixed with metal gravel.

The one who suffered the blow was a unit of only 300 people. Looking at the gradually burning out of time, the officer of the army, Shanwa, said to another officer: "The large army has been transferred. You have moved with the troops, and I will cover it on the spot with the Fourth Detachment."

Ten minutes later, the last squad that retreated was bitten by the city-state army. A hand-to-hand battle began after the ammunition was exhausted.

Looking at Shan Wa who was surrounded by strings of bayonets, he suddenly remembered the night when he escaped from the factory. At the last moment when the bayonet was forced to come, Shan Wa murmured in his mind: "I don't know what the world I want is really like, anyway, this is not the world I want." The pain and bleeding on his body took away Shan Wa's last trace of consciousness.

Outside the original planet, the floating figure followed Cheng Pan's gaze and observed the scene of the original planet. He said to Cheng Pan: "The seventh mortal, you like to see these." Cheng Pan looked up at Kong Suleling, who was increasingly solemn and goddess-like, and said: "I'm experiencing all this."

Kong Suleling's mouth curled, and a smile that looked like God laughing at human thinking appeared on this delicate face. Kong Suleling looked sideways at the wonderful syllables of the Yaoqin in her hand and said: "Silly killing, boring robbery. Focusing on the behavior of mortals and bringing them into them will only erase the divinity."

Cheng Pan looked at Kankong Suleling and said, "Leling, you feel bored because you have not felt the change." Kong Suleling shook his head and said, "Change? It won't change. At the beginning of this universe, killing, deception, arrogance, etc. were settled in human nature. The more you see, the less you can't be lighter."

Cheng Pan looked at Le Ling and said, "But I think I should accept all this." Cheng Pan raised his right hand and said, "Le Ling may think I will do more boring things in the future." Kong Sule Ling said, "For example." Cheng Pan smiled, for example, he always held you tightly with his right hand." Kong Sule Ling sneered and said, "Not rare." Cheng Pan showed a hint of sadness in his eyes and nodded and said, "You don't care, but I have to do some things."

The vertical plane of Hunsu was a little panicked, and said to Vertical Chengpan: "Why? Why is he (parallel travel) like this? What do you want to do?" Vertical Chengpan's eyes were a little hesitant, and then turned his head to Hunsu and Chenliu and said, "This is me. So that's how it is."

After 60 years of observation, Xie Chen walked down from the huge topological mirror from the reflection star sea and said to Gao Yun: "Just just now, I captured the skeleton fluctuations of space in my mind. It was a very wonderful feeling, a feeling that I thought, I could, and then I detected the skeleton fluctuations of my mind on the mirror. This feeling was like reaching out to see my five fingers and unable to find my hand. Suddenly a ray of light appeared, and I saw my hand moving while feeling it."

Gao Yun said: "How long can it last? Can it continue to appear?" Xie Chen shook his head and said: "No, my thinking consciousness is memorized in quantum programs. The string fluctuation is not me, but it cannot record information. It's like."

Gao Yun continued: "It's like holding a blade in his hand and touching his head without any auxiliary observation tools. He uses the feeling of the hand and the feeling of the pain of the head being cut when he can't see or feel it.

No one can help me because no one has ever seen this field and is blind. When someone else performs surgery on me, I am afraid that I can only rely on my hand to feel the pain of the knife on my head. No one knows me better than me in my thinking. When someone else moves my thinking, I lose one of the most intuitive self-feeling. The success rate is equal to zero."

Gao Yun said: "The energy cycle of thinking is different from the material body. The closer we get to the reality, the more consistent the principle of the world. The more unified it can be. Ancient medical scientists can compare the research on the structure of their own body from the remains of others. People in the primary industrial era can use material gene research to attack this type of gene weapon to produce specific proteins. Because our bodies are closer to the world than our thinking. Its fluctuations are very small, and thinking is closer to us. The difference in each person's thinking is much stronger than the body. The unified characteristics of thinking are not like the unified characteristics of heart, liver, lungs, eyes and nose on the body."

Xie Chen interrupted Gao Yun's next words and said: "The plan for the promotion and unification of Qingluo's multi-god body is her plan, and I stick to my plan." Looking at Gao Yun's worried gaze, Xie Chen said: "In fact, the topological thinking body is searched under the high degree of commonality. Now I find that there seems to be an extra layer of constraints."

Gao Yun said: "What are the constraints?" Xie Chen said: "A group of human beings live together to create a unified and commonality in thinking. Ethics, morals, habits, these set the bottom line for our thinking. At the same time, they also standardize that variables must not break through these hard procedures. Tortification can break through these bottom lines, creating some special situations in which various concepts of ethics and moral survival conflict with each other. In the early days, every psychologist acted as a thinking solver."

Xie Chen said: "Qingluo's model, multiple unified thinking, may be more obvious than me to find that variables exert force on thinking under high communication. However, many thinking models are fixed in communication and maintain uniformity. It can be said that her variable fluctuations are always bound in her thinking, and the phenomenon that variables determine thinking is bound again."

Xie Chen suddenly said anxiously: "It's this paradox now. Our thinking records the logic of reality rules and logic, which constitutes our rationality for analyzing reality, but rational thinking binds the variables that drive thinking to be undogistic."

Gao Yun said: "If you want to observe the phenomenon of variables to the greatest extent, you must completely break your mind. The variables are not bound by thinking and appear in a moment. The thinking is completely broken but you cannot record the information feeling of grasping the variables in your mind."

Xie Chen said: "The critical point. You should know what this critical point is?" Gao Yun's face froze and said: "The moment of death." Xie Chen nodded and said: "If the variable appears in the mind, the phenomenon of dying struggle is obvious. In fact, Qingluo and I can't escape. The only time period for obtaining data on self-variables is this critical point."
Chapter completed!