"This negative coin, in a sense, is somewhat similar to the philosopher's stone that was circulated among medieval alchemists. ”

Mo Ren brought the negative coin in his hand closer to the camera before continuing: " It's just that the currency circulating in this negative religion is made of human sacrifices, and this negative coin like a stone contains everything a person has, including his memory, personality, and even the soul and consciousness that may exist, as well as the physical body, as well as all kinds of emotions, and the followers of the negative religion will torture a person with extremely cruel methods, and activate a sacrificial magic circle when his negative emotions are at their strongest, and refine this person alive into such a coin,"

“……”

The computer where Anders was living didn't make any noise, which meant that Anders was in a state of silence as well.

"Negative coins refined by those who are capable will generally have more value than ordinary negative coins. ”

The space beside Mo Ren rippled again, and then a pure gray coin floated out of it, replacing the place where the ordinary negative coin was before.

"It's true that you are a capable person, but you should know better than others that your ability is far better than such a coin, so if I were a negative cultist, I would never torture you to madness, and then sacrifice into such a negative coin. Mo Ren waved his hand as he spoke, and an astonishing number of negative coins immediately appeared in the spatial ripples behind him, and these negative coins poured out of the ripples like a gray-red tide, and then fell to the ground.

"What's more, I'm not short of negative coins either. ”

After Mo Ren said this, he also shrugged his shoulders deliberately.

“……”

Anders was still speechless.

"You have to be clear that there is a limit to a person's negative emotions. Seeing that Anders still didn't speak, Mo Ren was not angry, but continued to explain to Anders in a very calm tone: " I saw the scene around you when you died, and I can guess what crazy things they all did, at that time, the negative emotions in your heart should have reached a peak, no matter how strong the stimulation is, it can only drive you completely crazy, and the value of the madman being sacrificed into negative coins will be greatly discounted, so if I am really a negative teacher, I would have sacrificed you into negative coins just now, after all, an archbishop of a negative religion is around hundreds of thousands of negative coins a second, and there is no need to act with you here. ”

"I ......"

Probably thinking that Mo Ren's explanation was quite reasonable, the computer that carried Anders's consciousness suddenly sounded a somewhat hesitant voice.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

Merren nodded, and waited for Anders' words as he put all the negative coins back into the storage space.

"I... Can you still use my abilities?"

Anders asked, somewhat uncertain.

"You're going to ask Setilla about that. Mo Ren glanced at Setira, who was kneeling on the ground, and pointed the computer's camera at her with telekinesis: "I'm just a helper, and the person who resurrected you is actually her." ”

"Cytira ......"

Anders saw a blank look at Setilla, with a hint of uneasiness and hesitation in his words.

"Dad..."

Cytila glanced up at her laptop, and tears began to flow from her eyes again: "I'm really Cytila......"

"I ......"

Anders's tone seemed to be visibly much more shaken, but as if he didn't know what to say, he didn't move as soon as he said a word.

"Anders, where do you think this is?"

Seeing Anders still seem to be a little hesitant, Mo Ren suddenly asked.

"Here ......"

Anders was slightly stunned.

"Setira, lend me your dad first. Mo Ren said to Setira, and then the whole person disappeared into the underground base with his laptop, and came to the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

"You should be very familiar with the terrain. ”

Mo Ren pointed the camera of his laptop at the ground: "This is where you have been staying for a long time, that fishing village and all the terrain around it. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Anders was not silent at the moment, but was a little puzzled by Mo Ren's actions at the moment.

"There are only two things you can suspect in this situation. ”

Mo Ren ignored Anders's question, but said in a tone that was so calm that it was almost cold: "First, I am still a believer in the Negative Sect, trying to trick you into believing that all this is true by some means of fraud or acting, and then continue to torture you with great cruelty. ”

"Second, all of this is the work of one of the Negative Cultists, except that he uses a kind of hallucination, mental erosion, or dream or the like to transfer you to another world, and constantly deceives and torments you with the illusion of incomparably real. ”

Mo Ren said as he flew up with Anders at a rapid pace.

"First of all, I'm going to dispel your first suspicion. ”

In the blink of an eye, Mo Ren took Anders back to the ruins of the previous Morman City: "I don't know if you know the terrain around here, but this is the place where you were captured before, in the distribution of the forces of the Negative Sect, this is called Morman City, a place used to produce and harvest negative coins. ”

"You were imprisoned in the basement by them, which has been destroyed by me, so I can't take you down to see it, but there are still a lot of scattered negative coins buried in this underground that have not had time to be transferred, which can prove that this is indeed one of the strongholds of the negative religion, and this place is indeed destroyed by me, the principle is that a huge meteorite fell from the sky, if you want to see it, I can also show it to you, anyway, it's just a stone thrown out of my storage space. ”

“……”

Anders was silent again.

"Of course, you can also take a look at the anomalies on me, such as this one you made yourself. ”

Mo Ren raised his hand, and the Gray Curtain of the Sun, which was closely integrated with Mo Ren's consciousness, moved, revealing many eyeballs and mouths as if deliberately showing off, and at the same time, he deliberately let out a vicious roar.

“…… I know the terrain around here. ”

After seeing the sun, Anders continued to speak in a rare way: "This place is indeed very similar to Moman City, they caught me from the air and flew in, so I still remember a little bit about the surrounding terrain. ”

"That's good. ”

Mo Ren nodded slowly, and then casually took out a book from his storage space.

"What is this?"

Anders naturally saw the book as well.

"A science book published in Science Press in 2009, Molecular Biology of Genes, written by Watson Baker and translated by Yang Huanming. ”

Meren explained to Anders as he flipped through the book.

"What are you doing with this?"

After hearing Mo Ren's explanation, Anders's tone became visibly more confused.

"When I was still very weak, in order to avoid being deliberately targeted by other abilities, I used to have a certain understanding and research on the abilities of the illusion system. ”

Mo Ren continued to explain to Anders in a calm tone: "I don't know if you also know about them, but according to my research, I have found that these psychic or hallucinatory abilities have an obvious shortcoming, that is, their attack methods, whether it is to build a false world, or to directly attack the other party with spiritual information, there are only two kinds of information they can have, one is the world they themselves know, and the other is the world that the attacker knows. ”

"It's actually quite understandable. ”

Speaking of which, Mo Ren had already flipped through the entire book.

"To put it another way, let's take the example of a madman who has suffered from severe paranoia since he was a child, who may fantasize that he is a biology professor who claims to have been subjected to various courses in his profession since he was a child, and who graduated from the Higher Academy of Ameste, and who is morbidly murderous, but in fact if you really ask him about biology, he doesn't know it at all, because all his knowledge is a false state, and it is impossible for people to derive the truth through imagination, because he grew up in a mental hospital, and he has no access to this knowledge, and all his information is obtained through television, do you understand? ？”

"What you're trying to say is to prove that I'm not in the world of illusion with knowledge I don't understand?"

Anders was not stupid, hearing Mo Ren say this, he naturally instantly understood what the other party meant.

"That's right. ”

Mo Ren nodded, and then said: "You can designate something that no one knows or understand, and then I will take you to find such a thing, which can prove that this world is real, and prove that you are not living in a false world built on your or my memory." ”

"Let me think about ......"

Anders was silent for a moment, and then the heat generated by the laptop's CPU suddenly increased a lot, and the fans began to run rapidly.

After about a few minutes, Anders' voice came out of the speaker again: "I've figured it out. ”

"What is it?"

Mo Ren nodded, and then asked.

"If you are really Mo Ren, your ability should have reached the fifth energy level, then find a way to take me to the largest library in the world, where there are the most books, if this world is really built according to my memory, then this library is definitely only a few books. ”

From the speakers, Anders' voice came as he had calmed down.

"Is it that simple?"

After hearing Anders's proposal, Mo Ren shook his head instead: "Don't you have a more rigorous suggestion?"

"No need. ”

Anders's tone became much calmer: "If the builder of this illusion can be so bored that he can read all the books in the entire library, including the children's books and the boring subjects, then I will admit it." ”

"Well, since that's what you think. ”

Morin nodded, and then disappeared above Moman City with Anders......

……

About two hours later.

A working woman with black-rimmed glasses walks out of the largest library in a country with a laptop in her arms.

I saw that she walked directly to a café, then picked a seat, ordered a cup of coffee, opened the laptop, and began to type quickly on the notebook.

If someone can see her screen, they can see that she is typing a very strange Martian script into a text document at the moment, and what is even more weird is that after she finishes typing, the content of this text document seems to have been infected with a virus, and a sentence is automatically generated, which makes her look as if she is chatting with other people through some hacking software, but there is no IFI signal in this café at all.

[Believed?]

The green fingers quickly typed a few words on the keyboard.

[Believed.] 】

In the next second, the computer automatically generated two words.

[Don't doubt it?]

The owner of the finger asked again.

[No doubts.] 】

The document generated text again.

If you still don't believe in anything, you can raise it, and I will meet any questions you have. 】

With a crackling sound, a piece of text was entered into the document again.

[No need.] 】

The text in the document was immediately generated: [In these two hours, I have thought about a lot of things myself, and I have not found any logical loopholes, and it seems that the negative sect does not need to make such a big deal about me alone, and even if I take 10,000 steps back, even if it is all their deception, as long as the illusion has not been broken, I can still seize all the time to enjoy all this, and I can still see my Cytila ......]

[Your idea is good. 】

There was no emotion on the face of the professional woman, I saw her gently push her black-rimmed glasses, and then continued to type in the document: [Time will verify all this, I promise. 】

"Miss, your coffee. ”

A male waitress with coffee walked over from a short distance and leaned over to place the steaming coffee on the table, while his eyes casually glanced at her screen.

But before the waiter could see the screen, a hand was pinched around his neck like a pincer.

"What you shouldn't see, don't look at. ”

With a cold voice, the waiter suddenly found that his vision became swirling, and when he reacted, he found that he had fallen to the ground on all fours at some point, and when he raised his head with a blank face, the professional woman who was originally sitting in the seat had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a stack of dollar bills quietly placed on the coffee coaster.

Even the steaming cup of coffee disappeared with it at this moment......