"Soul? The human soul, or is it the animistic term? ”

Thousand-Handed Butterfly shrugged her eyebrows and asked a little innocently. Jumping from the nerve infiltration technique to the ghost soul at once, she still couldn't react a little.

"Don't you think that what happened to Kimura is very similar to a soul possession?" Kurokawa said with a little excitement.

"Well, that sounds even more terrifying, are you trying to scare me so that I can throw myself into your arms like a little sheep?"

"The so-called soul is just a concept, and who can say what its essence is."

"Are you theology or science?" Thousand-Handed Butterfly teased.

"I guess I have approached science from theology, and many myths such as the moon landing and flying to the sky are not science now."

"Then hurry up and share it with my good sister, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at night with excitement."

The two left the custom street and found a café to sit down.

- Butterfly, have you ever thought that we, the billions of sentient beings in this world, each of us are so different?

What is it that makes us so ever-changing?

What prompted the first cells to take shape in the oceans hundreds of millions of years ago?

What makes a fish struggle to climb onto land?

What is it that makes a monkey pick up sticks, stones, and make a fire?

What was an ancient ancestor thinking when he picked up a piece of charcoal and painted the first color on the smooth cliff wall?

When we gather around the campfire, sing, dance, when we gaze at those who make our hearts move, where do the sour, sweet tastes in our hearts come from?

Could it really all come from the fish that bravely crawled to the land, from the first floating cell in the sun?

There is more to this world than stone, soil, iron, water, and air.

And those strange thoughts in our heads, love and hate, jealousy, vanity, pride, fear, bravery, inferiority, hypocrisy in our hearts—

There are endless wars.

There is an endless chase.

There is an insatiable thirst.

There is endless love.

We build cities.

We write a psalm.

We have created a weapon that is powerful enough to destroy the world.

We have created all this splendid culture, where did it start?

In fact, from a purely material point of view, the composition of the human body is not much different from those monkeys, cats and dogs, birds and fish, all of which are oxygen, carbon, hydrogen and so on.

But those monkeys, dogs, so many beings who live with humans, even longer than humans,

Didn't they write a poem, didn't make a spear, didn't make a little spark out of flint?

There is not only material matter in this world, but also our thoughts.

In the final analysis, people are more similar in terms of elemental composition, but each one is so different.

Just because of that invisible and untouchable mind, some people say that our souls weigh 24 grams, and I'm not sure if that's true.

But I thought, there must be something, something like matter, that exists in our bodies.

It's very, very light, very, very tiny, but it's all-encompassing, and it's capable of creating and storing information for billions of years.

I mean, maybe the legends about the soul aren't all superstitions, maybe they have some kind of substance.

Something like a substance, some kind of radio wave, something like an electron, something like a proton.

The Thousand-Handed Butterfly stared into Kurokawa's eyes and listened attentively, her thoughts wandering among the stars for hundreds of millions of years with her words.

"Isn't it, what enlightenment did that 'Sun Zhongwu''s nerve attack on Kimura Hai give you?"

"Yes, the nerve attack that happened to Kimura is completely different from those hypnosis, hypnotism is essentially a psychological suggestion, and that nerve attack is actually a piece of information input into the other party's nervous system, and such a transmission must have something similar to the substance as a medium.

It's like when we transfer a video from one computer to another, it also has a size there, of course, this is just a clumsy metaphor, the human mind, the soul, is far greater, mysterious, vast, and more secrets than computer science, waiting for us to unravel. ”

"I remember you said that modern neurology has made a lot of achievements in the cognition of the human brain and nervous system, what neurons, nerve signals, neurotransmitters, aren't some proteins and chemicals working, can't these explain your doubts?"

"These are just phenomena or appearances, not essences, and what is currently involved in neuroscience is exactly the same in each individual.

Our eyes and brains are all the same, but different people have very different reactions when they see the same color, some like it and some don't like it.

Just such a small and inconspicuous difference can be fissioned into a kaleidoscopic complexity and diversity between individuals.

And we still have a lot of these basic little differences, what is causing this? Current neuroscience is still difficult to explain. ”

"Perhaps, those highly skilled neuroinfiltrators will be able to answer this, right? So when you became a professor of neuroscience, you went to study and study neurostealth techniques. ”

"That's right, it's not those who can answer this question, but the nerve penetration technology itself, maybe it's the key to unlocking the 'secret of the soul', maybe not now, but with the development of nerve penetration technology, maybe it will present us with some answer, some kind of great vision."

"It sounds like you've discovered another world."

"If my conjecture is true, it is indeed no less than discovering a new world, by the way, the suspect who escaped, is there any news?" Suzu Kurokawa asked with concern.

"I only know that he once used Sun Zhongwu's name, and he pretended to be an illegitimate son at Sun Yaoru's place, and he faked a few gold bars."

"You are the thousand-faced Guanyin, do you believe it?" Suzu Kurokawa smiled evilly.

"The people of the Three Kings Society insist that those two people are hackers, and they have indeed hacked into the network system of the Three Kings Society, some of them are misled, as far as it stands, one of those two people is a hacker, and the other is a superb neuro infiltrator."

"Do you think of who it is?"

Suzu Kurokawa's tone was very firm, in her opinion, the Thousand Hands Butterfly must know some clues, and even locked on someone.

"You know him, don't you really want to interview him as a case study?"

"Is that him?"

"Well, and Sun Yaoru did admit before that he wanted to cooperate with Wei Qingyun."

"Find him to cooperate, haha, if you are not an old customer, it will be very troublesome, he can drag you for a few months or even a year, and he only accepts diamonds or gold, and the asking price is very, very high."

"Well, that's what Sun Yaoru said last time."

"I've been looking for him for years, and I can't get in touch with him, especially when people know I'm a special adviser to the National Police Agency, and no one has provided me with information about him."

"Maybe there's another person who can help you," Thousand Hands thought for a moment, and then said, "But it seems like it's in vain." ”

"You mean that Kigoro, if he can think of that, it means that he has probably mastered that technique as well."

"Yes, that's him."

"Haha, he's more difficult than Wei Qingyun, Wei Qingyun, I don't have diamonds, but I can move them with affection, maybe there's hope," Kurokawa Suzu said nymphoatically, and then became depressed again: "That Onigoro, I've been in contact with him, he only works for the Yamamoto family, I really don't know how that kind of wooden man found his wife." ”

"Haha, flowery men are not cute, and honest men are also annoying." Thousand-Handed Butterfly quipped.

Just when Thousand Hands Butterfly and Kurokawa Ling were chatting with each other, the atmosphere in Sun Yao's Confucian secret room was also tense to the extreme, and there was a great tendency to start a war.

Sun Zhongwen not only got those documents, but also a turquoise green piece of paper, which still had an elegant fragrance on it.

"It's this note again, where did you get it?" Sun Yaoru asked in surprise.

"Someone died, and it was taken on the corpse."