Song Xiaocheng believes that the most important thing in a person's life is human thought, and the most important thing in human thought is independence, that is, the ability to think independently without any external interference.

But the drama that was happening in his mind right now slightly exceeded his ability to think.

"You...... You're the ......."

Song Xiaocheng lay quietly on the bed, without saying a word. His body was treated as a pet, trapped in the cricket man's home, but his mind seemed to wander freely in the vast night sky.

A huge amount of information suddenly rushed to his brain: the vast land, the familiar moon in the sky, the busy and bustling Wormman city, the tragic and fragmented Wormman War......

He couldn't accept it for a while, and his mind was filled with a huge sense of chaos, like someone had edited a huge and long video clip that contained almost all the scenes in the world, and each scene only lasted one frame. He didn't want to see it, but the information was still pouring into his head like a wellspring.

Even more wonderful, this feeling did not affect his normal thinking in the slightest. He tried to think of Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu's smiling face came to mind, and he tried to think of the boiled boil, and the embarrassed face of the boiled also came to mind. Again, this feeling did not affect his behavior, and his attempts to roll over or hum a few times softly from his throat did not affect him in the slightest.

It seems that all this is only happening in his conscious world.

And the voice that spoke to him......

He recognized the owner of the voice. But it wasn't because he heard the voice, because it was still completely unfamiliar. He recognized it because it exuded a sense of familiarity.

"You're the furball ball?"

Song Xiaocheng, who was lying on the bed, did not speak, but talked to the voice in his mind.

"I'm a consciousness node, and my number is 9-980U. ”

"Consciousness node?"

"Your consciousness is standing in the midst of an infinite network of thoughts, which we call the network of knowledge. Under the shroud of the network of minds, we know everything and identify with each other, and in this way, we form a higher world—the world of consciousness. We perceive your presence when you are forcibly stuffed into our world. Generally speaking, we don't allow ordinary humans to enter the world of consciousness, so we temporarily stored you in the marginal scene of the world of consciousness, but you quickly found me and connected your mind to our network of knowledge, which means that you have the same thinking power as us. ”

Song Xiaocheng thought back to the scene at that time, and he seemed to be just trying to eat the fluffy little ball, and there was nothing ......

"Oh!" Song Xiaocheng suddenly realized, as if he understood everything.

It turned out that the contact at that moment was not on the physical level, but the communication between the spiritual forces. It's like a "heart with a heart", at that moment, I felt the heart of Xiaoqiuqiu.

"But how do you have a mind when you're just a grass?"

"The significance of the existence of the network of consciousness lies in the commonality of the spiritual world. It doesn't really matter what the substance body of 9-980U is. Although the essence of 9-980U is just a grass, as you said, there is a rich spiritual world behind this grass that it is enough to act as a node on the network of knowledge."

Song Xiaocheng thought about it for a while, and felt that although he was a little embarrassed, it was not difficult to understand. It seems that one's own thinking is connected to a huge thinking network composed of countless thinking individuals. It's like ......

"It's like I'm connected to WIFI and connected to the Internet through WIFI?"

However, 9-980U did not answer directly, but directly introduced the amount of information into Song Xiaocheng's mind.

In an instant, Song Xiaocheng seemed to see the origin of this planet......

"This ...... This is the earth?!" Song Xiaocheng opened his eyes in surprise. Although he knew that he had come to another dimension, he was originally unclear about the concept of this dimensional crossing, "This is ...... Earth in a parallel universe?"

"It's a different kind of possible Earth. Song Xiaocheng, we see that you come from another dimensional earth, a world where spiritual power is extremely rich, but the corner you are in has not achieved large-scale spiritual interconnection at all. ”

"Large-scale ...... was not achieved Does it mean that there is a small scale?" Song Xiaocheng was puzzled.

"Yes, but very little. On that human-dominated earth, the vast majority of human beings are arrogant and conceited, unable to identify with the minds of other individuals, and therefore lack the first prerequisite for spiritual interconnection—mental coordination. But there are individuals who are so powerful that even we can't understand them. ”

"So, in this dimension, all living beings with independent thinking are connected to this network of knowledge?" Song Xiaocheng asked, which may also explain why he saw the cricket couple thinking about each other just now.

"Nope. Only those individuals who are strong enough to think are qualified to exist as nodes in the network of knowledge. The rest of the individuals are just contributing information to our network. ”

"Contributing information?" Admittedly, this network of knowledge has never sounded like an information-sharing network built on links of thought, "but does this mean that ordinary individuals don't get information from our network?"

This is understandable, but the wording is not precise enough. They just don't have the initiative. ”

When the sun had not fully risen the next day, a shrill alarm rang from outside Song Xiaocheng's house. This was followed by the sound of busy footsteps and the sound of urgent urging, urging the little girl Tina to hurry up and go to school, and not to forget to bring the homework she had written the day before. Outside the house, there was a serious announcer, and it seemed that the cricket man was watching the morning news.

Song Xiaocheng tentatively walked down the ground, pushed open his door, and carefully poked out half of his face, and saw the cricket father named Arthur on the sofa, dressed in neat but weird fabrics, and elegantly gnawing on a rattan-like thing with his huge jaws.

"This time, the coffee gray vine is Red Mountain flavor, how does it feel?"

Reminder The mother of the cricket man, who was obviously several levels older, came over, also holding a rattan in her hand.

"Hmm. Arthur was noncommittal, just staring at the TV with his two smooth, rigid eyes.

"There are not many ant eggs and human flesh left, so remember to bring some back after work. The mother of the cricket man named Ellie said.

"Hmm. Arthur just stared at the TV, chewing on rattan, and his muffled voice was probably a yes.

Song Xiaocheng looked back at the two bowls on the bedside table, guessing whether he ate ant eggs or human flesh last night.

"Next up is a hop of international news. Affected by the recent human plague epidemic, many counties and cities in our province have been tragically affected, dozens of human farms have been attacked by human plague, a large number of humans have died due to influenza virus infection, and the retail price of human meat in many western provinces has risen sharply......"

Listening to the news on TV, Song Xiaocheng felt a little nauseous. Listening to this meaning, it seems that the crickets of this world are raising humans like pigs. Is the gap between the worlds so huge?

Song Xiaocheng, who was deep in thought, unconsciously pushed open his door, walked to the TV, raised his head and stared at the huge TV set like a projection screen.

"Damn, how did this brute get out? Get back into the human house!"

Arthur roared loudly, stood up and waved the rattan in his hand in the air. Song Xiaocheng was startled by the sudden shouting and hurriedly ran back to his house, but Arthur was still yelling behind him

"Don't get these things at home! Forget about birds and fish, why are you still getting mammals at home! Tina! Focus on studying! How many points are you going to get on this final exam? Hmm? Don't always think about raising people! It's really an inch, are you still planning to get a dog to come to your house?"

"Arthur Lee, don't yell at the kids, how many times have I told you ......?"

Song Xiaocheng hid back in his house and listened to the cricket couple outside the house arguing loudly, feeling a little frightened. I have to say that in the face of an insect man who is nearly twice as tall as himself, he is really a little weak when he is unarmed. It wasn't until a few minutes later that the cricket couple was arguing louder and louder.

"Don't raise him! I'm going to send him to the slaughterhouse right now, so that I don't have to go to the vegetable market to buy meat at night!"

There was a loud roar on the side, and the door of Song Xiaocheng's room was violently pushed open, and a worm hand full of spikes reached in and grabbed his shoulder. He screamed and tried to resist, but to no avail, Arthur's grappling hook dug deep into his flesh, dragging him out with all his might.

"What...... Hey!Arthur?Arthur, don't be so impulsive!!" Song Xiaocheng shouted anxiously.

Arthur was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to look at Song Xiaocheng in his hand, and then looked at Ellie, who was also stunned, and strode through the living room again.

"What's wrong with being able to talk? Being able to talk is also a human!!"

Tiny Tina ran downstairs with her schoolbag on her back, crying to leave Xiaobai, but Arthur ignored it, carried Song Xiaocheng with one hand, and rushed out of the door angrily.

The sunlight outside the door was particularly dazzling, and a heat wave was coming, but Song Xiaocheng only cared about his bloody shoulders.

At the gate of Arthur's house, there was a large beetle. Song Xiaocheng was thrown into a box hanging on the beetle's buttocks, and before he could struggle to get up, the box was closed with a bang, and the lock was tight.

There was still a cry of Tiny Tina outside, and Song Xiaocheng heard a scratching sound from the box that was holding him, followed by Arthur's loud shout, and Tiny Tina's crying stopped, turning into intermittent twitching.

Leaning on the bottom of the black box, Song Xiaocheng felt a hot pain in his two shoulders, but there was nothing he could do. When it's over, I'm going to be sent to the slaughterhouse. Although it may still not be able to die, it seems that it is inevitable to experience the pork factory process.

But just when he was at a loss, the voice suddenly rushed into his mind again:

"Song Xiaocheng, don't worry, we have a way. "Literary