Chapter 161 51: Phased Research Results (4k)
November.
The weather in the Northern Hemisphere is getting colder.
This year is the same as the last year and the year before that.
The heat is rare in ten years, and the snow is rare in fifty years.
Shiraishi Hang rarely caused trouble, and his clones mostly fell silent, unless they needed to deal with some necessary matters.
Even Xiao Ke used [Zhanzhan Card] on a certain big lizard in the Galapagos Islands to copy [Unknown Evolution] without paying much attention.
The [Zhan Zhan Card] is of some use to him. For example, it can make a parasite adapt to only one ability, so that randomness becomes inevitable.
But it’s boring to do it once.
And he has been studying too many things recently, which can be divided into three topics.
[Testing the upper limit of the ability of counterfeits - and creating a prop that can automatically collect nearby souls]
[Testing the fantasy creature created by the moth - and creating a prop that can carry soul-collecting props around the world Creatures that help him collect souls]
[Can moths be used to create a life that meets the three elements of emotion, self-control and death]
After painstaking research, the first topic has been basically completed. The moth experiment on the second topic has also made some progress.
These two abilities have similar parts. [Moth] has a wider range of applications than [Forgery]. It can create life. The disadvantage is that you can’t be too fanciful. Even the dead things you create have Very limited.
But [Counterfeit] can complete many imaginary items and truly give them corresponding abilities, as long as they are different.
The disadvantage is that it requires the consumption of Shiraishi Hang's "mana", which can also be said to be energy.
Either infuse it in advance and disappear automatically when it is used up, or it occupies his "casting memory" and disappears when he stops supplying it.
His first goal is to design a soul collecting lamp, which is designed to help him automatically collect nearby souls.
The soul lamp is very small because he did not plan to use people to collect it.
After constant trial and error, he has used moths to create the first relatively stable creature-the soul crow.
This creature is dark in body, has superficial intelligence, can use simple English words, is relatively cautious, and likes to eat various human products, especially French fries. He considers himself a messenger from the underworld and flies around the world to collect the souls of the dead and send them to the underworld.
It makes sense to ascend to heaven and search for souls in the underworld.
Even if this underworld is called [False Paradise]
The soul crows still have the ability to reproduce, and the soul lamp will appear next to them when they reach adulthood through a specific calling ceremony passed down by some memory. .
The biggest cost in creating a soul lamp is that it can appear according to the specific call of the soul crow.
In order to make it easier for them to hide, Shiraishihang used crows as a template when creating them, so that they can easily blend in with the crows.
Achieving these conditions was already the limit for the moth. Bai Shihang was reluctantly satisfied, and then he couldn't wait to release dozens of soul crows that were bickering all day long.
I hope these guys can spread their wings. As for ecological balance, these smart guys will preferentially consume human processed foods through smell.
Your French fries are now mine!
Maybe in the future, people will no longer dare to come out of fast food restaurants with French fries.
Only French fries lovers were injured in the world.
Not long after releasing the group of soul crows, Bai Shihang could already feel that souls were entering through the soul lamp.
His [False Paradise] capacity is not comparable to Shirai Kyoko's low-end equipment.
Estimating it, it would have to be at least on the order of millions before it would start to have some impact on him.
What if it’s really too much?
By that time, I am afraid that Bai Shihang’s false paradise will have evolved into the original paradise.
If it really doesn’t work, it can be refined immediately.
Anyway, the Heaven Beacon also needs to consume souls.
Continuing with various experiments for a few more days, Shiraishihang estimated the progress. It is really not that simple to make a heaven beacon. At the current collection speed, it may take ten days and a half. Just fine.
He originally wanted to use this time to study the divine grace technique, but found that even if he wanted to obtain basic knowledge, he had to go to a heaven beacon first, which was simply contrary to Tiangang.
Now with his development, parasites are becoming less and less useful, and most of them are even used for moth experiments.
The strategy of casting a wide net is too inefficient. It was impossible in the past. Now if we can experiment with using moths to create life that can produce mutations with a high probability, then no matter how large the initial investment is, it will still be cost-effective.
Of course, the search for suitable symbionts among the crowd will not be canceled, but the screening will be more stringent.
Since divine grace cannot be researched and there is a shortage of parasites, Shiraishi Hang selected a few felons to be imprisoned. When a wave of demons came, he announced that he would collect some souls and give the authorities something to do. Don’t use them as taxes. Thief.
Looking at the overall situation, Shiraishi Hang has to admit that the official handling methods are becoming more and more skillful now.
Less than ten minutes after the fall of America's prison, the demons hadn't even escaped yet. All kinds of missiles and artillery bombarded them as if they were free, and the prison was turned into ruins.
The Japanese side was not that violent, but they also responded very quickly, sending several extraordinary beings like Miki Inagaki over to quell the turmoil within an hour.
This is good. Only the stronger the official response capability can be, the more liberal Shiraishihang's experiments can be.
It's just a pity that the quality of the criminal's soul is too low, and the quality of this kind of accidental death has to be further discounted.
In this ordinary day, he finally gathered the soul strength of a heavenly beacon.
Without saying anything, get it for yourself first.
A large group of souls in the false paradise seemed to be kneaded and flattened by an invisible big hand, and gradually formed into a star-shaped chassis with a pyramid-like structure on top, and the tip would rotate and emit Beacon of light.
This thing appeared materially in Shiraishi Hang's hand, and then following his thoughts, a beam of light shot out from the tip, straight into the center of his eyebrows.
“Is this the art of divine grace? It’s interesting to advocate rational research, but rational research can help me construct a model of heaven’s rules.”
He gradually understood.
You can still apply the previous explanation of the computer operating platform. Only by being given the existence of the Heaven Beacon can you master a programming language, use this language to explore the operating logic of this "platform", and try to implement some kind of Purpose.
For example, the energy source of the soul stored in the false paradise can be extracted and used in reality, and this energy has excellent compatibility. Through research, it can be expanded into multiple factions and usages like magic.
Even differences in understanding between different people will lead to differences in power.
Shiraishi Hang carefully thought about it for half a month before reluctantly constructing a set of [Water Transformation-Low Temperature-Throwing] combo.
The prospects are certainly broad, but the only question is, how to encourage the person who owns the Heavenly Beacon to voluntarily devote himself to helping him study the art of divine grace?
After all, this kind of research is too labor-intensive, and he would rather be a supervisor than a front-line researcher.
Either he is the kind of person who is very idealistic, and divine grace is a shortcut to realize his ideals, or he has a reason why he has to study
Bredonia. Oxford city.
Professor Jeremy Wade has locked himself in the house for seven days since he dealt with the funeral of his daughter Dora.
Although the visitors received responses, they could not persuade him to leave the house in any way, not even his ex-wife.
But no matter what, the people who hope he can come out the most are his students.
To be precise, he is a master's and doctoral student.
Some of their projects are still under Professor Jeremy’s name!
As a result, they became the most frequent group, fearing that something might happen to the professor.
But today, as soon as they rang the doorbell, they saw a haggard Jeremy appearing in front of them wearing more formal clothes.
"I'm fine, you go back first. I have an important guest to receive."
The students were surprised and delighted, and left after saying hello to Jeremy.
Jeremy closed the door and sat back in his chair.
There are two cups of black tea on the table, but there is no one sitting across from them.
He stared at his glass and looked at his watch from time to time.
Yesterday, he received a strange door-to-door letter, which he placed next to his bedside table. It wrote:
[Seeking knowledge may not necessarily defeat death. Regarding the soul and death, hope I would like to have a discussion with you. I would like to make a cup of black tea at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. 】
After he read it, the words on the letter disappeared automatically, as if they had never existed.
He suspected that Chaofan was eyeing him, but what was there about him that deserved Chaofan's attention?
Is it my so-called thirst for knowledge?
While guessing, ten o'clock has arrived unknowingly.
"I should say in advance, don't add sugar to the black tea."
A stranger's voice came from the other side, calling Jeremy back to his senses.
Sitting across from him was an old Asian man who came in at some unknown time. He had a kind face and seemed to pose no threat.
Jeremy looked at the doors and windows. Everything was intact, which meant that the other party had either been hiding in his home, or he had entered through some means that he could not understand, and sat down without his noticing. Opposite him.
"Sir, what do you call me?"
"I don't have a name. You can call me 'white-haired old man, old guy' or 'Supreme'."
< br>"First? Supreme? Archbishop?" Jeremy read the word several times, recalling its meaning, but soon he put aside this instinctive curiosity because he had a more urgent need to get the answer. problem.
"I think you are one of the extraordinary. May I ask why you are looking for me? What does the message you gave me yesterday mean?"
His cheeks were sunken as he hadn't eaten well in several days. , his sleep-deprived eyes were bloodshot. Facing Chaofan, he guessed that he might be of use value, but he was also afraid that his use value was not enough.
“Where do you think a person’s soul will go once he dies?” Supreme asked calmly, putting down the unpleasant black tea.
"The brain is everything to the soul. Without the brain, there is no soul, so death means death and nothing." This is the view of the soul that Jeremy has always insisted on.
“Don’t you agree with the soul hypothesis?”
"Because it has not been proven, whether the soul is a magnetic field or some kind of substance, its existence cannot be proven."
"Then do you believe in God?" Supreme asked with interest.
Jeremy answered seriously: "I will believe it when needed."
"What do you know about extraordinary creatures?"
"Have studied the tissues of some extraordinary creatures. In terms of genes, there is no decisive difference from ordinary organisms, and it is impossible to explain the source of their abilities.”
Supreme took out a cute snake from his arms and put it on the table.
Then, in Jeremy's eyes that gradually became dull, the snake revealed a spot of light, and in front of it, a crow slowly appeared.
"Angang!"
As the snake turned into a point of light and disappeared, the crow seemed to come to life, making a cry, flapping its wings, and flew to the index finger that was extended high.
Jeremy can even smell the unique smell that is unique to birds.
"Is this a life-for-life, or a transformation technique? Is its instinct the same as that of the snake just now?" he asked eagerly.
Hun Crow glanced at him: "Oh my god, what kind of illiterate? You can't even tell the difference between a snake and a crow."
A dignified professor of molecular biology was called illiterate. He was not angry, but was horrified: "Can it still think?!"
"What you say is really interesting. We have a proverb, 'French fries are actually fried', which is very suitable to describe you. Plant people." This soul crow seems to be smarter than the others.
"Incredible, incredible" Jeremy's decadence was swept away, and he stared at the Supreme in front of him with piercing eyes, "So, is this magic or something else? Can you explore life and soul? These are levels that are difficult for mortals to touch? ”
"You can call it the art of divine grace. If you find it difficult to understand, maybe you can pull out the God in your heart and use it."
"You come to me because I am suitable to learn the art of divine grace." '? ”
“No, talent is nothing. It mainly depends on whether you are willing enough to embark on this extraordinary and unrepentant path.”
“ Maybe words alone are not convincing, but if divine grace can really explore life and soul, I am willing to devote the rest of my life to it."
"I do feel your sincerity, then, accept it. This is a gift from heaven to you.”
The Supreme took out the Heaven Beacon and placed it on the table. The tip of the pyramid began to rotate rapidly. A ray of light appeared and struck Jeremy's eyebrows. It turned into a vast expanse of white in his sight, and the complicated knowledge continued. Influx.
When he woke up leisurely, it was already late at night.
My arms were numb from the pressure, half of my face was covered in red marks, and there was no one sitting across from me.
"A gift from heaven"
He whispered silently, carefully feeling the knowledge he gained and the logic of its use.
Studying divine grace is more like a kind of meditation, which requires you to devote your body and mind to it, and then you will feel like you are in a vast void, and he needs to create a new universe in this void.
This universe does not pay attention to the so-called physical science. It has its own set of operating logic. When you explore deeply enough, perhaps the resurrection of the dead is not an incredible problem.
Feeling hope again, Jeremy cheered up, regained his long-lost appetite, and began to rummage through the refrigerator for something still edible.
"Except for necessary things, I will devote as much time as possible to divine grace from now on, and I will resign from my position in the school as soon as possible."
While swallowing the convenience food, he While planning his next path.
(End of this chapter)