Terminally ill patients are often desperate, and if they can be treated, they are not terminally ill, but the world is full of possibilities, and miracles can happen every moment and every second. Maybe when people are faced with miracles, they can't understand why miracles happen, and speculate on every factor that constitutes miracles, maybe some people feel that they have seen through the truth of miracles and found clues in logical cognition, but miracles themselves do not exist because human beings understand them or not. Everything is in motion, motion occurs in the macrocosm, in the microcosm, in the observation, outside the observation, each movement is related to another movement, movement is a kind of continuity, is a huge network, compiled in the macrocosm and the microcosm.

And we live at one node of this great web, forced to move with the movement of other nodes that can be observed or cannot be observed.

I am also in motion, no matter what form it takes, whether it is dead or alive, whether it is a patient or a normal person, whether it is mentally or physically, and even in the form of LCL - LCL itself is observed as a steady state in the reality of the hospital, but the stable state does not mean that there is no movement.

The "virus" did not stop the movement of the "doomsday syndrome patients" themselves, because, perhaps, for them, "exercise" is the norm, a necessity, and the basis of their existence, right? It simply controls the patient's "direction of movement". It's like if you don't stop the ball from rolling, or block it, but you can move the ball from the side to go in the direction you want.

Yes, Dorothy and the color system are right, the "virus" is not incomprehensible, in the imagination. There are all sorts of grotesque ways to do what it inflicts on the sick, and these methods are also explained by human science.

However, being able to explain does not mean that it is possible to interfere - despair comes from time, and patients have encountered problems that take a long time to solve in one too short period of time.

A miracle is needed to cure a terminal illness.

Because miracles are impossible to grasp. So, we can only do what we can do. These things convince me that I am approaching a miracle - perhaps the probability of a miracle is 1 in 100 million, and my efforts have made it 2 in 100 million in theoretical numbers, but it is still a theory, and until a miracle actually happens, the probability seems meaningless.

However, this is only meaningless in terms of reason.

Human beings are not made up of pure reason.

For human beings who are full of sensibility, the theoretical numerical growth. Enough to keep yourself from despair - that's enough.

The reason why the young Gao Chuan died and came back to life, and the reason why Gao Chuan came back one after another, wasn't it because he saw his own movement? See that two-hundred-million, maybe less, but not absolutely non-existent miracle number?

Young Takakawa's plan is based on the expectation of a "miracle", which is not wrong.

Dorothy and the color plan seem to be full of rationality. But they are also based on the expectation of "miracles", and their actions are essentially the same as those of the young Takakawa. Dorothy said it. All efforts are just to find the "virus" and confirm its existence first, so what about after finding and confirming it? Dorothy didn't say anything, and Takakawa could already understand her silence. Because, just by finding the "virus", I have done my best to step on the final progress in the process of apocalypse. After that, you can't think about it from now on.

No matter how you think about it, it's something that "can't be come up with in a limited time".

However, as long as the "virus" can be found, there can be a real start. As Dorothy said, nothing can be done about things that cannot be observed or touched in any case. If there is a miracle, then "finding the virus" may be a prerequisite for triggering a miracle.

Gao Chuan's thinking is diverging, his thoughts have been indulged, he thinks from the south of the world to the north of the earth, from logic to absurdity, from possibility to miracles, from patients to viruses, from his own movement to the movement of this world, from his own situation to the situation of others, from the swarming female body in front of him to think of more weirdness. His body sat quietly in the cramped chair in the control room, but what he was thinking was as wild as the universe - people would say that he was actually thinking nonsense, that there was no meaning, and that all thinking should have a rigorous direction and system.

However, if within the limits of one's cognition, no rigorous logic can find a solution to the problem, then what else can be done but to let the imagination go as far as possible?

If, in such a world of consciousness, all thoughts, imaginations, and thoughts can generate power as a mental activity, then cranky thinking must also produce power.

Gao Chuan didn't do anything deliberately, and these thoughts spread unfettered like an outbreak of psychological illness. So, he saw himself glowing, melting like a wax man, and he seemed to be disintegrating, but he didn't frighten him. When these crazy female bodies hugged him, he didn't dodge, but opened his arms.

Gao Chuan didn't know why he did this, but there were too many situations that he couldn't understand that he needed to face, so to speak, as long as he was involved in a mysterious event, as long as there was a "mystery" at work in a corner, it would definitely happen in retrospect, and he couldn't sort out the reason for it.

He only knows one thing and can't stop moving. Whether it is the mind or the body, no matter what kind of self you look like when you observe yourself, what form you exist, whether you are human or not, you can't stop moving. If you can feel your body, you can run, if you can't run, then let your heart beat, and if you don't even have a physical body, then you still have to think. It doesn't matter if it's cranky.

He wants to exercise, he wants to let everything that comes to him, to feel his own movement, to let his movement merge into the movement of the other party, to find the connection between movement and movement - even if this connection is something that he cannot directly feel, can not recognize and understand - he thinks that he is a node in this great network of movement. As long as you move yourself, you will definitely be able to drive other nodes.

Will the movement be wiped out? Yes, the annihilation of movement is stillness, but is it still? No, even if it's just cranky. Your mind is still moving, and you can even observe your own movement. Thus, as the old philosophy of the Central Principality says, the "I" did not disappear.

What disappears is only the form of "me".

The "I" has become a different image, and the "I" may be dead in terms of biological knowledge, but the "I" is still doing the self-movement that the "I" can observe.

Thus, the "I" died in the limited scientific theories of the moment. But "I" is alive in the philosophy of infinity. Is this scientific? Perhaps, maybe some smart person can explain it. Is this a miracle? Perhaps, because "I" have no idea why "I" can exist like this, so in the pale and shallow cognition of "me", this is a miracle.

It's a miracle that belongs to "me".

Takakawa was in an explosive radiating mind, in that endless darkness. I don't know what state I am in, and where I am located. I opened my eyes -- since I could still recognize myself, then of course I had to open my eyes.

Then he saw the table, and he was lying on it, as if he had just fallen asleep with his arms on his pillow. I have a novel called "Mind Replication" at hand. He remembered. Not so long ago -- how long ago? I don't know, the time is vague - he's flipping through the book. And then I fell asleep unconsciously? Of course not, the hazy state was swept away, and he recalled the contact with the female corpse, a great battle involving consciousness.

But. The battle ended abruptly. It was as if I had woken up from a dream, and the battle in the dream was over. Was that battle a dream? To him at this point, it looked like this, but it didn't feel like it was exactly like that. It is difficult for Takakawa to explain the truth of this, but one thing is very clear to him - he is the victor.

I'm still active, so I'm not dead. I didn't die, and everything before seemed to have become a dream, so I was the winner. Although I don't know exactly what factors made up this victory, and I don't know the specific context, there is no doubt about my victory.

It is enough for a mysterious expert who is caught up in a mysterious event to confirm this.

Of course, Gao Chuan still has a feeling of "whether he is still dreaming", but the operation of the brain and hardware quickly dispels this emotional feeling. Confusion, confusion, doubt, these emotions are all swept away. He picked up "Mind Replication", looked at it, and felt that the title seemed to imply something, maybe it had something to do with everything that had happened before? However, it doesn't matter anymore. He thought so and put the book back on the shelf.

Takakawa was ready to make a phone call to confirm the situation of the others. Although the mysterious incident may have happened only to him, since it is possible that the enemy sniped, then the others may also be in trouble. However, as soon as he picked up the phone, he heard a knock on the door—a rhythmic knock on the door, full of immediacy, reminding him of the knock on the door when the female corpse attacked before. This time, he did not hesitate, nor did he hesitate, because the previous situation had already reminded him that if he was attacked, it would be a targeted attack. In this kind of strong targeting, whether you can survive or not has nothing to do with whether you are cautious or not, or in other words, your own caution will also be in the other party's plan.

This pertinence can only be cracked if you do something extraordinary in actual combat, even if you don't even understand yourself. This is the worst-case scenario, and for occult experts, this is the case of "having to believe in miracles and luck".

So, Gao Chuan stepped forward directly and opened the door.

The person outside the door was one of the female officers who had slept with him before the incident, and he was an acquaintance who didn't know him well. She walked in a hurry, her face full of doubt and wariness, but not too agitated. Looking at her expression, Gao Chuan knew that something strange must have happened on this big ship. It's just that strange things happen as a matter of course, and it's inconceivable to let yourself and the others arrive in Australia without anything happening and smoothly join the Three Immortals Island of the Central Duchy.

"I was attacked." Takakawa spoke before she could speak.

The female officer was stunned, but nodded with an expression of understanding, and said, "It's not just you, Mr. Takakawa, so far, it has been verified that fifty-six people have been attacked, thirty-eight have died, twelve are unconscious, and only six of them, including you, are safe and sound. In terms of mental state, though, you seem to be the best one. ”

Gao Chuan was not surprised, judging from the fact that he was attacked, although he was targeted, even if he was not targeted, the intensity of the attack was enough to make it difficult for many mysterious experts to escape. Only six people were unharmed, which was of course a blow, but the result was expected and reasonable.

"It's all mental? Was it an attack by a consciousness walker? Takagawa asked.

"I don't know." The female officer shook her head sharply, not ashamed of her ignorance, because, in the face of mysterious events, "knowing nothing about yourself" is often the norm, "It's not all mental damage, there are many battles where extensive damage has been suffered, and the maintenance squad is urgently repairing, but in the meantime, the sailing speed will only be one-third of the top speed." That is, we will arrive one day later than the scheduled date. ”

"No more clues? For example, who is the enemy and from where did the attack come from? Is it on board? Takakawa continued to ask.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Takakawa, so far, we don't know anything - that's why I'm here to inquire about you." The female officer said cryptically, "Do you have any ideas?" ”

"I don't know what happened to the other wounded, but I was targeted." Gao Chuan said calmly: "All my abilities have been restrained, however, they did not expect this time that I had a breakthrough in my ability to walk consciously. ”

"So, next time ......" the female officer frowned.

"Yes, next time, they will be prepared for my performance this time, and the targeted offensive will go up a stage." Takakawa didn't think it was difficult, because this level of fighting was too commonplace for him, "The most beautiful thing the enemy did was to successfully fight for an extra day." ”

Time is power, and for any mysterious organization, an extra day to prepare, prepare, target, design, and attack can gain a more proactive advantage. The Super Titanic was alone in the United Nations' plan, and everyone on board knew that they had no reinforcements before arriving in Australia. In other words, it is precisely because everyone else is holding back the enemy that the enemy you encounter must be the extra part. There are no superfluous skills here, it's just a strategic battle. (To be continued.) )

PS: There was an error in the background, and the same two chapters were sent at the same time, please pay attention to it. I'll contact the editor as soon as possible.