The philosopher's personality said: "Depending on the situation, it is a bit like the rumored 'fantasy forest'. ”

Song Baojun, who was exploring the beauty of the forest, was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but turn around, his face was very strange: "There are countless personality containers in the universe, so there is still mutual information exchange between personalities?"

"Oh, how do you know?" the philosophical personality asked rhetorically.

"I noticed that you used the word 'hearsay', and you heard it from other personalities, right?"

"Yes, I have no intention of hiding it. The philosophical personality instructed Song Baojun to pull out a beautiful flower bush in front of him, and a path appeared in front of him, which stretched zigzag towards a small sparkling pond.

"Wow, you kid really have the ability to find such a secret place. ”

"Don't forget what we just talked about. The philosophical personality said: "Since we can create imaginary spaces, we can create Fourier channels, and of course other personalities in the universe can also create them." So there was communication. ”

"Uh-huh, that's the case. ”

The philosophical personality walked slowly behind Song Baojun and said: "Each personality container is its own small universe, the powerful can transform the content of the container, and the weak are waiting to be transformed by the container." The strong can enter and leave the container of the weak at will, and they can also set up barriers in their own container to prevent other personalities from inadvertently breaking in. As for the weak, they let others come in and out, or they are forced to accept the transformation of others. ”

"Then we have created an imaginary space, is it strong or weak?"

The philosopher's personality snorted and said, "A handful of powerful." Powerful enough to be tolerated by the world of this dimension. ”

Song Baojun ignored him for a while, and said: "I found that you have more feelings after turning into a human form, and what you say is simply crazy, I feel like a good thing, at least you can communicate happily." ”

"You're still wrong, I don't have any emotion, what I'm stating is an indisputable fact. ”

"Okay, I'll trust you for once. Song Baojun was reluctant to argue with him.

"Okay, so let's talk about the relationship between the personality, the container, and the world. You can think of container space as a mirror image of reality, a parallel universe in the multiverse. ”

Song Baojun, who basically had no physical foundation, was stunned again: "Parallel universe?"

"The multiverse is a theoretically infinitely possible universe collection, including everything that exists and can exist: all space, time, matter, energy, and the physical laws and constants that describe them. It's hard to understand? Actually, the Marvel movie has also mentioned it, haven't you watched it? To be honest, I quite like the character of Captain America. ”

"Well, I prefer Black Widow. ”

Song Baojun walked along the path by the pond, looking left and right for a while, admiring the unknown flowers and plants in the moonlight.

"This light blue trumpet-like flower is a heart flower, which can be used to refine medicines. That deep purple shrub is Wind Bamboo Grass. Well, that's the bright-topped mushroom, and the tip of the bright-topped mushroom glows white with a touch of your finger. ”

While explaining the characteristics of the fantasy forest to the enthusiastic Song Baojun, the philosophical personality continued: "You can understand the container space as the relationship between the state and the state. The same country, the United States and Nauru are obviously different, and the Marshall Country does not have as many people as a small community in the tea state. Some personalities are so powerful that they dominate the entire galaxy, but the vast majority of personalities are only the basic level of the pyramid, and ants are generally at the mercy of others. ”

"Uh-huh, I see. Song Baojun had more questions, and said: "This forest is very wide, and you can't see the edge at a glance......"

The philosopher said: "According to the real-world unit of measurement, this place is about 32,000 square kilometers, which is equivalent to a Hainan Island. ”

"This, this is too big, isn't it?" Song Baojun said: "There are special stars in the sky, and the master must be very powerful." But I feel that Wang Lingjuan's personality is as weak as an ant. ”

"The space of this fantasy forest was actually created thousands of years ago by a powerful personality. Time passes, personality is annihilated, but the fantasy forest has been preserved. Over the years, there have been countless personalities who have no intention of breaking into the fantasy forest and losing here, and I guess Wang Lingjuan is also one of them, and she is about to be annihilated. ”

"Then what are you waiting for, find someone quickly. Isn't it possible to fly, we will fly into the air to search, otherwise we will directly locate it. Look at a vast forest as big as Hainan Island, how difficult is it to find a person in it? ”

"Sorry, that's all there is to it. The philosophical personality did not apologize at all, and said lightly: "The Fantasy Forest is not an imaginary space, we can't get permission, we can only be like ordinary people. ”

"Then it's better not to come. ”

Song Baojun was deflated when he heard this, sat down in the grass with his butt, and was startled by the trajectory of more than a dozen lights—more than a dozen fluorescent butterflies flew up.

"We just can't call on the resources of the Fantasy Forest itself, but we can still use our own spectral energy. The philosopher smiled, gesturing his hands in the air, emitting bursts of ghostly light from time to time.

Song Baojun only felt that the shoulder blades were a little numb and itchy, and thought that he was stained with some insects, but when he looked back, the two wings made of light were slowly opening up.

"Okay, so we can fly. It is said that Ling Anqi has a lot of ghostly energy, enough to squander it romantically for two or three days. ”

The philosophical personality took Song Baojun and flew up more than 20 meters above the fantasy forest, with patches of flowers and trees underneath, dotted with dreamlike beautiful light.

Looking down from above, the landscape of the forest is magnificent, especially under the light of two moons. The sky was as blue as if it had been washed by water, and snow-white clouds floated silently in the air. The orange-red moonlight is like a magical curtain, slowly enveloping the forest, and the whole land suddenly opens up, and the picturesque scenery can be seen.

A continuous forest stretched out under the sky, as calm as the sea without the wind.

Song Baojun was amazed again and again, and said loudly: "I knew that I would call the romance over to appreciate it together." ”

"Hehe, that's a good idea, but if Romance accepts the style of the Fantasy Forest and wants to create a similar forest in the imaginary space, then your ghost energy consumption rate will be three to five times faster than before. ”

Song Baojun immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Just because I didn't say anything." ”

"It's too slow to find this, so I'll re-determine the coordinates. The philosopher's personality stops in mid-air, his hands interlaced back and forth, and the image of a point of light gradually takes shape.

"What is this?"

"Holographic map of the Fantasy Forest. The philosopher's personality throws a softball-sized ball of light higher into the sky: "Build another microsatellite to detect it." ”

After a while, the hologram of the fantasy forest lit up with small points of light one after another, densely packed with branches everywhere, sometimes bright and dark, flickering constantly, like a satellite photo of the city at night.

"There are thousands of different personalities who have strayed into this space, and Wang Lingjuan must be one of them. ”

Philosophical personality quickly analyzed the various strange personalities in the hologram, and in Song Baojun's eyes, the countless points of light in the hologram in front of him lit up and then went out one by one, as fast as a computer running four operations.

"Found it. ”

The philosophical personality and Song Baojun swept over the forest for hundreds of kilometers and fell into a quiet lake.

A middle-aged woman with a thin face sat by the lake, her long gray hair spread downward, and the mirror-like water of the lake clearly reflected her aging appearance. At her feet, a gentle fawn was nibbling on the grass.

Hearing the sound of the philosophical personality and Song Baojun landing behind her, the middle-aged woman turned her head in surprise, looking each other up and down, but she didn't care that her body was exposed to the sight of the two.

I saw her thin body, but her eyebrows were very delicate, and she was vaguely familiar. His sideburns were gray and his face was pale, and the little moon in the sky was the same color. Two clumps of flesh on the breasts spread out on both sides, like shriveled pears.

The back is a little hunched, the green tendons on the hands are bulging, and he looks at least sixty or seventy years old.

"This lady is Wang Lingjuan, are you bluffing me?" Song Baojun glared at the philosophical personality dissatisfied.

The philosopher said: "That's right, she is Wang Lingjuan." ”

When the eldest lady on the other side heard the names in the mouths of the two people, her eyes couldn't help but light up, she stood up with great difficulty, looked at Song Baojun, and asked with difficulty, "...... What did you just say? I ...... What's the name?"

The voice is bitter and the tone is strange, as if an isolated person has not spoken in many years and has forgotten how to communicate with people.

The philosopher said: "Wang Lingjuan." ”

"Wang Lingjuan, Wang Lingjuan, Wang Lingjuan?" the eldest lady muttered to herself, stunned on the spot, her eyes were endlessly confused, and then a trace of joy floated: "I remember, my name is Wang Lingjuan, I can still find my name......

Is this cloaked old woman really the smiling girl Wang Lingjuan in her impression? Maybe it's just the same name and surname?

Song Baojun was willing to believe it, and asked, "Are you really Wang Lingjuan?"

The old woman looked at him hesitantly, stumbling up and down her mouth, and it took a long time to finish her words: "I...... I think you're vaguely familiar, uh, who are you?"

Song Baojun didn't speak, the old woman reached out and stroked the soft back of the deer, and muttered, "It seems to be ...... I saw you when I was a kid...... What's your name?"

Even if Song Baojun had a stomach full of questions, he had no choice but to hold it in his mouth and look at the philosophical personality with an inquiring gaze.

The philosopher said: "She is indeed Wang Lingjuan, but she is a seventy-year-old Wang Lingjuan. As I said earlier, space and time in parallel universes are not all the same. Some cosmic time is fast, and some cosmic time is slow. It's like a fantasy forest, with a 100:1 ratio to reality. ”

Song Baojun understood, but he was also stunned, and said in a trembling voice: "What do you mean...... She has been suffering from mental illness for half a year in reality, but in fact, she accidentally broke into the fantasy forest, and it has been fifty years!?"

The philosopher's personality nodded: "Exactly." ”